This dream was Harry Potter meets Diablo meets Resident Evil. The world is post-apocalyptic, there are concentrated points of “evil”, where imps and shit roam around, some of these places are entire cities. Everyone has PTSD to one degree or another. One of the last “safe” places is
Hogwarts This school in a castle. The school is really more like an orphanage slash military training camp, and run by a brilliant old guy with a long white beard who’s Seen Shit. the guy is brilliant and talented, but not someone you really want around your kids, you know?
the Protagonist is a skinny white guy who has more magic power than sense and also the Headmaster’s great, great grand nephew or something.
At one point the Headmaster is in the Protagonist’s room, right after he got a brand new mattress. The Headmaster just, looks at the mattress and then starts digging into it and just, going crazy attacking it.
Protagonist is all what the fuck are you doing to my bed.
Then the Headmaster pulls out a mummified cat (wrapped up in bandages and very deliberate) from the springs and fluff.
Protagonist is even more concerned, because what the fuck is a cat mummy doing *in* my bed?
Headmaster: “the tag on the mattress says it was manufactured in Ravenholm.” (site of major evil)
Protongonist: “… Imps can use machines?”
Headmaster (looks at Protagonist as if he just asked if fire is hot) “Machines are the reason the imps are here. Why do you think I have us living like it’s the 1700’s. Do you think I like quills and candles that much?”
Later one of the students are kidnapped and dragged off to one of the “evil” zones. Protagonist gathers a few people to go after her. Their main weapon is well… it’s a bath bomb. Salt and purifying herbs held together with blessed oil and holy water. They kill imps and help clean up the ground and environment enough for it to become stable again. there’s a big battle, the student is rescued, but the Headmaster thinks something is off about her and goes to study her aura or something and then I wake up.