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When I came to, I was in a small wooden house arguing with some girl who kept insisting my name was Iñigo de los Santos. Some time later, a man dressed in all black burst in and said: "They're here. Iñigo, Alicia, get the guns in the broom closet. This'll be messy." Before I could protest, the girl took my hand and dragged me to the broom closet. She threw what looked like flint-lock pistols and a beat-up hunting rifle to me. "Now's not the time to space out. Surely you haven't forgotten how to use that," she said, pointing the rifle. I was seriously confused at this point. But I thought, screw this, I'll just play along, so I smiled and nodded. "Good. Give these to father." She then continued looking for something in the closet.

I went to Emilio and handed the pistols, sat on the floor, and started checking on the rifle, not knowing what else to do. Emilio sat on the couch and started smoking. "Iñigo, if things get bad, I want you to escape with Alicia. Drag her by the hair if you have to, just get as far away as possible." I looked at him, hoping he was joking, but shrunk back to see him dead serious. "Head south, to <1> and look for <1>. You'll be safe there." I didn't know what to say. I don't even know this Emilio guy, but it seems he trusts me a lot. Or rather, he trusts Iñigo a lot. I sighed, stood up, and looked at him, not saying a word <2>. If we're leaving, you're coming with us, I thought. He understood me, it seems, since he closed his eyes and smiled. "I get it, I get it".

Alicia finally came back at this point. She had an over-sized machete, and a matching murderous grin. I felt quite relieved to know that we're on the same side of whatever mess this is we're in. Emilio got off the couch, threw down his cigar, and stepped on it. "Here they come," he said. From afar, came a long, loud howl. It sounded like it came from a wolf the size of a truck; a deep baritone that shook the entire house. Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap... I thought repeatedly. I nearly dropped my rifle because my hands won't stop shaking. "Afraid?" Alicia asked, approaching me. Of fucking course I am! What the bloody hell was that?! I wanted to tell her just that. She placed her hand on my shoulder, and I noticed she was trembling as well. And so was Emilio. "We'll be fine, Iñigo." She had both her hands on my shoulders now. "Tell you what. When this is over, I'll tell you something," she smiled and winked at me. "Oi Iñigo, I may like you, boy, but I haven't given you permission to go out with my daughter just yet." Emilio said with a mock stern voice. Another howl; closer, this time. We all tensed up, and readied our weapons. Then my vision went black <3>.

Suddenly, we were outside the house, surrounded by what looked like large clumps of smoke. Each clump growled angrily at us, and they circled us slowly, like wolves. My vision went black again <3>. When I could see again, Emilio was nowhere to be found. Alicia was crying and, for some reason, so was I. I noticed that there were fewer clumps than a while ago. Putting two and two together, I realised what happened to Emilio. Everything went black once more <3>. I could hear Alicia's voice, but it was too faint to even hear. She talked to me for a while, saying something I couldn't understand. Eventually, I could see again, and finally heard what she was saying: "Look out!" One of the clumps was right in front of me. My chest burned like hell as the clump flew right through me. I fell to the ground, and woke up (and proceeded to write everything down on a piece of paper).

notes
<1> - I didn't understand the words Emilio said here. It's as if he spoke in a language I don't recognize.
<2> - I'm not sure if I chose to not say anything, or just can't say anything, since for the entirety of the dream, I didn't utter a single word.
<3> - I'm guessing that these were caused by me waking up momentarily, maybe because of a loud sound or something.