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Me and my family stayed in a house. I had a vision of someone who died there from pigs that attacked her. As we stay in the house, my aunt goes off by herself to make tea when I see she gets attacked and killed by wild boars as a vision. Later on, me and my parents visit the house again. My dad yells at my mum for spilling drinks, yelling not doing so could save someone's life. My mum didn't know my aunt died, so I explained to her whilst my dad winces. We find the door to the room she died, seeing her hand and a load of blood behind the door but we don't enter it. We then all go our separate ways, and I have a vision of a room with two doors and the door furthest away has this monster kid running towards it. I can tell this door is bad, and it's where all the monsters come from. This vision is also in black and white, and I know my parents are close to that room. Then, I'm being chased and running to the front door from some monster kid that is wearing a bag on it's head and is in black and white. For some reason, I think it's the person who died in the first vision. I manage to escape the attacker, but I see the attack through outside myself like a movie, and from my actual self where I'm looking through my eyes and can hear my heavy breathing.

Rain. Spirit of water. A garou enters the shack; he has gifts from his peers. A belt of ammunition from the warrior, a chalice from the maiden. Inside the elements gather; earth and soil, fire and ash, rain and water, smoke and wind. The fire burns to ash in the chalice, the smoke teases the senses as the garou rests upon the couch. He breathes deeply the hazy air and slips into a dream. When he awakens the fire is gone, the smoke little more than a stifling haze. The earth remains inert, but present in the room is the trickling rain, spirit of water that calls to him. He emerges enlightened, and joins his pack.

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