007. Black Rook, Brothers

It worked! I had a dream about Black Rook last night (not lucid, but it's progress). He and I were building a forge on the roof of this crumbling building. I think it was abandoned—this is definitely becoming a theme with me—because there were tree roots growing up through the roof through a thick layer of sand. We dug a circle for the fire and walled bricks around it, but the roots kept getting in the way and I don't think we ever finished.

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After that I dreamed I was swimming through a canal, staying submerged because there were guards looking for me (it was all very Assassin's Creed). I swam under a portcullis and wound up in a sewer with this old blind man and his pet white rat. He gave me two stiletto daggers, ebony black with hilts wrapped in paper. I climbed up through a grate and into an old city with a Middle Eastern look. There were two brothers there: early thirties maybe, both handsome, one bearded and one clean-shaven. They'd been feuding and I was acting as messenger between them, and I got them to make peace with each other.

Something weird happened while I was running through the city, though. It was very crowded and I was weaving and dodging around people, and I came face to face with this... man. I usually can remember dream characters' faces if they're important, like the brothers, but even though I stared straight at him I can't remember what he looked like. He was at least two or three heads taller than everyone in the crowd, and he radiated malevolence in a way I've almost never felt before. He didn't do anything, though, just stared at me and then turned away and vanished into the crowd.

It was very vivid, more than the rest of the dream, and I have absolutely no idea what to make of it, especially because nothing really bad happened, but I feel like it was probably important.

I guess I'll find out.