I had a bad night of waking constantly but interesting but anxiety producing dreams. I was learning magic and then had to defend people from magical creatures. But my ability to produce a fireball or stick the creatures high in a tree was weak. I had to stand helpless on the sideline while the other students fought. But in the end I rallied and produced a big fireball that took out the main bad guy.

My other dream was walking down the street with mum when she went weak and laid down in the street. I finally got her up but looking ahead there was no where close for her to rest.