This one was weird.
So I guess I was some kind of janitor or something, sweeping up this auditorium for some kind of meeting.
So some tables are laid out, and people start coming in and sitting at them while I'm still working.
Suddenly, some people starting flipping out and screaming at each other.
Apparently, one of the tables is cursed, so that whoever sits at it is doomed to some kind of pain or whatever, and the person who was sitting at it reveals herself to be a witch, and starting throwing fireballs at some other woman, who also proclaims to be a witch, and retaliates with lightning bolts.
Naturally, I dive for some cover before these psychos annihilate the whole damn place.
I don't remember exactly what happened after that, but I found myself still laying on the ground, now covered with soot and ash.
So I get up, and see the whole place has been wrecked, but people are already putting the place back together, like nothing had happened, and nobody knew how it happened, they all thought someone has set off a bomb or something.
They didn't know it was some crazy witches.
I also found some dollar coins on the ground in random places.
For some reason, I thought "I have to tell someone this, but only someone I can trust, so the information of magic doesn't get out of control".
So the auditorium has been reassembled by now, and people are shuffling in as some guys goes up to the podium to start talking.
I sit down next to some emo dude. (I recognize him as a one of the vampires from an earlier dream where I killed him, but he's alive somehow) I tell him that I need to tell him something, but it needs to be kept secret. He says that after the meeting, we'll go somewhere to talk.
So we keep sitting there, as the guy at the podium goes on shouting something, and people are getting riled up.
I notice something.
All the guys in the place were clean-shaven when they first walking in, and now they're growing facial hair. Really fast.
I suddenly realize. Oh god, they're all werewolves, again!
So I tell my vampire buddy that we need to GTFO now, and we start heading out, as people begin turning to watch us, and I notice this large, fat, all black cat sitting by the podium, vomiting dollar coins.
So we get out, and head to the guy's house, which I recognize as the vampire's house from the earlier dream, again.
There's another vampire dude, but my buddy says he can be trusted to not tell.
So I begin to tell him about the witches and the cursed table and the return of magic, and then before I can really explain anything, I wake up.
That's not really the end, though.
I fall back asleep, and now I'm something different.
I'm some kind of small, winged imp, and I'm looking at this massive robed guy that I somehow know to be a warlock.
He grabs me with one hand, and holds me in front of him, and explains that every time something went wrong, I'd always say something like "Oh, that's bad", or "Oh, sorry", but I never actually say "I'm sorry" to him. I just stated it as an empty expression.
He demanded that I apologize expressly to him, and I had the feeling there was some kind of power in doing so, that I had been purposefully avoiding it.
He raised his other hand, and it was wreathed in blue flames, and he said that if I didn't say it, he would slowly destroy me over the course of eternity.
And then I woke up again.