Ok, so it started off that I was in this huge building in the middle of the night (that I dream-magic knew had a bunch of bedrooms and an alchemy lab, and a room for medicine, and was pretty much a town hall kinda thing) surrounded by a bunch of people that I knew were my village, but that I didn't feel like I belonged with.
Some thing happened, I'm not quite sure what, and the villagers were suddenly really angry with me, and the village elder wanted me to leave. My father in the dream (who looked nothing like my real dad and reminded me more of Billy Burke the actor and his role in Red Riding Hood, lol) came to my defense, trying to calm the people down and explain what turned out to be a huge misunderstanding, but the villagers wouldn't listen and I broke down crying, and then got angry and said something along the lines of "Fine, if you don't want me here I'll leave then!" And stormed out the front door.
Now, in this dream I knew the night air was toxic, but for some reason it didn