I was getting ready to leave home (not an actual place I've lived at. It was home in the dream), and was packing up all of my stuff, and I decided to get some old games/toys together. I went into the back room, and Uncle (no idea. Not an actual uncle), a great and powerful wizard, told me that he didn't want to see me go until he had finished making a couple of figurines for me. They were about knee high, expertly sculpted, and depicted two of his greatest foes, The Dark Witch (cannot remember her name, but she had one in the dream) and her servant, Aiden (pronounced "Eye-den" in the dream, instead of "Ay-den"). The Witch's figurine was the one that was unfinished. I began conversing with the Aiden figurine, asking some question about the figurines. Uncle offhandedly made a comment then panicked! He had chosen his words carelessly, and the unfinished figurine came to life! To Uncle and my surprise, the figurines were the characters transposed, and Aiden was in the Witch's. He freed his mistress who vanished, then Uncle and I began fighting Aiden. Uncle, of course, was a great and powerful wizard, Aiden was a lesser wizard of no small skill, and I, well, I was several generations removed from magic, so I just had my armaments and my fists.
Eventually Uncle trapped Aiden and he pleaded with us, proclaiming himself an unwilling slave to the Dark Witch, and Uncle, being merciful, told me that he would stay behind with Aiden and try to find a way to free him, but the fight had drained him, and the ritual would similarly be of damage to his old constitution. We briefly flashbacked to the last battle with Uncle and the Witch and I could tell after watching this that he was still recovering from that fray. It was up to me to find her and stop her.
Eventually I did find her, she was in a small town, not terrorizing it, but clearly plotting her next move. I gave her the option to come quietly, but she refused, saying that she nearly beat Uncle, and that I had no chance without his magics. Then I explained to her that my clothes and jewelry were forged from the bowels of the earth, and were runed with old magic to boost my physical capabilities. I could still access these runes, being of uncle's bloodline. I beat the witch with my own two hands and returned her to Uncle.
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I was leaving home (the same home in the other dream, but no home I'd ever been to) but could not leave because I needed three keys, only they were locked beyond each other's doors. Eventually I got two of them, but the third key was locked behind its own door. Or rather, a bizarre mechanism inside of a box. Sopko was there and was attempting to open the box, and I attempted it, brute forcing the box to get at the third key. Brute force also did not work.
Phil Helmuth Jr. Showed up and sparked up a huge joint, which Sopko and I declined, then the three of us got drunk together. I don't even know what the fuck, man.
