Outside somewhere, nighttime, with my cousin Tom and a group of 4-5 older, burly men. We are planning to break into a nearby jail to free one of our wrongly imprisoned cohorts. It's a dangerous plan, involving me and my cousin used as spies/infiltrators - doesn't seem like the best plan. Something happens during the huddle and the plan is postponed - I'm thankful due to the potential danger of it.
We end up in a crowded pub, blending in as if we hadn't been just planning that A-Team type adventure minutes before. People are getting beers and talking - I feel the need to urinate and head towards the back room to find the WC. There is a bathroom and also a back storeroom, kind of a dark garage/kitchen. I urinate in some woefully inadequate receptable, or two, and a bit on the floor also. Some things can't be controlled.
I'm coming out of the back room, into a small lighted room with a few tables, that leads back into the main darker pub area. There is just one man seated, old but sharp, longish white hair; a disturbing presence clad in black. He starts to say something to me before I turn around to see him properly. He quotes some old tapes I'd recorded with my cousin (in real life) 20 years ago. It shocks me to hear someone know these tapes in detail, and I search for a explanation. I seem to remember Tom telling me he had played some of our old music to a guitar student or two. As I'm thinking that, the old man takes on the form of a teenager, so I assume this is such a student. But there's something wrong about all this, i.e. the shape-changing. We exchange a few words but I'm entirely convinved that this is some sort of message to me from supernatural forces. Dark foreboding. The student/old wizard in disguise leaves quickly.
I go to follow, into the crowded bar. Cross paths with Tom, I tell him what happened, ask him about this particular student he may have had (who had given me a name.) Tom confirms partially but incredulously says that that boy actually died 6 months ago - I couldn't have just seen him. At first I think he's joking with me, but he's not.
We feel the need to hunt down the shape-shifter 'demon' before he gets too far, to bring resolution to this. We leave and drive around the area. Now very late at night, in some suburban neighborhood we follow the trail to a small, flat grassy field. In the middle of it, we find some bones, skeletal remains presumably of the boy. It feels like the wizard in black took the form of the dead boy, but the form only lasted a short time until the body was entirely used up. The foreboding spirit escaped.
In another separate dream, there's a sequence at night where I'm at first driving through a bad neighborhood, then walking. There's a long dark alley that seems to lead somewhere well lit, but it's a 8 foot drop down to the concrete from where I am. I drop down and begin to nervously walk towards the light. There seemed to be a body slumped in a dark corner when I dropped down, dead or homeless or both, but I ignore it and keep moving. I get to the end but the light is just this small room, a dead end, so I have to go back - frightened. As I head back down the alley, one side of this long bench/divider, there's a second body lying flat out on the ground, possibly blood around it. I bypass it, but shortly after, I hear that body get up very quickly - someone was faking - and the sound of the body's speed in the concrete alley is very jarring - horror. Simultaneously, this malevolent person says "Having a bad day?" mockingly. I can't get back up the 8 foot wall quickly. The villain approaches...
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