Dark Tarot Magic
The first part of this dream is somewhat blurry, but still really interesting: I was part of this group of people who fought crime or evil or something like that (and zombies, apparently). I had just joined, and I was being taught how to use my powers and abilities. It was like a game tutorial, and I would also control my actions by the use of a white Xbox 360 controller. I was taught about moving around, then grabbing people. There was this huge crowd, part of which was zombified, but they wouldn't attack and would make certain moves according to the tutorial. The grabbing tutorial involved me running around (through the use of the controller) and grabbing this one guy that was marked with an orange objective marker. It was a little troublesome, but I eventually knocked him and managed to capture. Other trainings involved crowd control and more.
The dream changed a little after this. Now I was in my old school. Here, there was this evil witch who was using her powers to harm others. Since I was the only one around with knowledge of magic and power enough to stop her, she was currently trying to get rid of me. I'm not sure what was her name, but she looked a lot like Morgana, from the old Brasilian children's TV series Castelo Ra-Tim-Bum (), so I often referred to her as Morgana. She had gotten hold of a special Tarot deck of mine. This deck allowed the wielder to unleash certain spells, according to a combination of cards, most of the time 4 or 5. She had currently used 12 spells, and still had 4 cards left.
I knew that while Morgana would only manage to create evil spells to harm others, I was the only one who would be able to create good spells to thwart her plans. However, in order to do that, I needed my Tarot back! The good thing was that while she had "used" most of the cards, they wouldn't be tainted or destroyed - they just couldn't be used by her for the moment. In that case, if I got the cards back I could fix things up! I remember talking to her and being scared/intimidated, and at some point leaving. Somehow, I managed to get my deck back. It was big, barely fitting in my hand. I'm walking down the ramps in the new building in school when I see B. (from college/work; G's girlfriend). I shout, calling her name, thinking to share the good news. She comes over and asks what's that on my hand - since she was on the other floor she couldn't see really well.
I realize I shouldn't tell everyone about it, as apparently Morgana had some sort of sensory capabilities and she'd find out about it easily. I make up an excuse and head back upstairs - there was work to be done. However, moments later I hear the iPhone ringtone, and for some reason I figure it's my phone - apparently, I was the only one around who would have one, I seemed to think. I follow it upstairs and see a teacher and a student looking at an iPhone. I say it's mine, but then I realize it isn't - it has this weird flexible rubber protection outside. I excuse myself and leave, realizing them I didn't have the cards anymore. Still, I seemed to know where I had left them (What?! The dream apparently changed a few things here.).
I enter this classroom and two teachers come over to see what I need. I tell them about the deck and they tell me that yes, they had found it, along with something else... They hand me the deck and a folded paper. The paper had a picture of card XV - The Devil. I remember it was a colorful card, and the devil in it, unlike usually, was portrayed as some kind of Hellhound. Over it, though, was written something like WANTED or CAPTURED with red letters. It was clear to me at once - Morgana had let me have the cards, but to prove her superiority she had kept The Devil - and I knew that was the strongest card, the one which had the most potential for her evil incantations. I was in trouble. I decide to run away from the area affected by her powers.
As I'm running, I enter the older building and start going down empty winding stairs and stone rooms and corridors I had never seen before. Everything starts to feel familiar - after all, this is a common dream sign for me, exploring my old school and finding myself alone in old areas I had never seen before, all of which had stone walls, floors and pillars. I soon realize this was a dream, but I'm not totally lucid. I walk down a staircase and the rooms here start to mix Japanese architecture elements. I slide a glass door and find myself in what seems to be a Dojo, though it still had parts with the stone walls. I remember feeling the door and the glass in my hand, as well as hearing the door sliding, but still I wasn't thinking completely straight. I remember thinking about how I'd write about this in my DJ. I open a door (or was it a window?) and go outside. It's dark now.
I head to this yard. I'm walking on the grass, among white/gray stone benches. Apparently, for some reason, I have something I need to stop and do - read a paper, I believe. Still, I notice there's people approaching in the distance, and since there's a fog here and it's mostly dark, I'm a little paranoid about them. I seem to start to lose the little lucidity I still had when I sit on a bench. Even though I was completely aware of the oncoming strangers, I couldn't move for a moment. Suddenly, a lot of them had already come by and taken seats on all the benches all over the place. It turns out - and I figured it by recognizing some familiar faces - that these were students from Hogwarts. On the middle of the field was Hermione Granger standing in front of this boy. And I, suddenly, was Harry Potter.
Stranger than that, as Harry I was in love with Hermione, so I was suddenly furious of the guy that was hitting on Hermione. I come over and something tangles my legs. I notice it's a vine, coming out of Hermione's wand. I ask her what's up with that - she apologizes and says that since that guy was making her furious she accidentally shot the spell without realizing she did it. It didn't hurt me, so it was okay - besides, I was happy to see that she wasn't giving the guy any attention. I approach to confront him and we fight briefly, but without spells. Suddenly, I circle behind him to attack (I had the upper hand in strength and ability) and notice that he was using some sort of magic. I could feel, behind his head, what felt like an horizontal metal bar. I pulled on it and it snapped. The boy's face suddenly changed, growing hair as if it was folded and hidden, and showing aged features - the boy was actually an old man disguised as a boy! I find another one on his back, which was making his body smaller and younger.
Others show up trying to hit on Hermione, and one by one I begin to unmask them, turning them into old men. One of them, strangely, revealed to be actually an old woman. Interestingly, the opposite also happened - this black-haired girl who was supposedly Hermione's friend appeared, but I also find out she was too an old man disguised. As they were revealed, they were also defeated and wouldn't do anything to her anymore!