In the first part of my dream, I lived with a family in an old wooden inn, like what you would see in Lord of the Rings. I was in my bedroom upstairs one night when I had the thought of seeing if I could duplicate the effects of a werewolf bite with a potion. I immediately started working on it.
The next morning mother called me down for school, but my potion had not gone so well, and I was rather sick. Thankfully I had an antidote, but I still needed the day to recover.
Some time later (possibly a few years later), the inn was full of customers. My mother, sister, and I were attending to them when the captain of the Elvish Guard walked in, accompanied by some of the soldiers under his command. I ran over to greet my old friend, the Captain.
Apparently he and I had been friends for many years because he commented on how he always looked for me every year when he came by the inn during his travels. I was always away at school each time, so we always missed each other.
Then my friend stopped and looked around cautiously. He sensed a werewolf nearby. Suddenly the inn's dog barreled down the stairs, having (probably) drank some of the potion I had been working on for so long. The Captain drew his sword and cut the dog in two, but also healed it immediately, and the dog was suddenly, somehow, cured of its lychanthropy.
Later the Captain and I were talking and he asked me if we were prepared in case another star strike happened. A star strike is basically like a super meteor that is capable of destroying a small city by the sudden release of its magical energy upon impact. My father had been killed by a star strike many years before. I said that not to worry about it.
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