I'm a shaman!

Had another overly elaborate dream last night in which I was a shaman protecting a village. The earlier details are vague. We'd had an influx of newcomers, and I'd cast a glamorie on a village girl who was astoundingly ugly to help her win a foreign husband. No one had realized this - they just thought she grew out of her awkward ugly stage. A greedy family she was related to started manuvering to take power in the village. When they set up the honest village headman and arranged to have him executed (by tying him in his armor to a stake in the middle of a flat area during a storm, so he was hit by lightning and fried), I lost my patience. I withdrew all my protections from the village, including the glamorie.

I tried to slip away, but they sent out search parties after me, and I found myself running for my life. The evil family had villified me and turned my village against me. (Among other things, they claimed I had made the girl ugly, when I'd simply stopped hiding her ugliness.) The thing is, all the people chasing me were Chuckro's childhood friends and my coworkers, all of whom are real people I actually like quite a bit. It was heartbreaking, because there were all these people I cared about who had been poisoned against me and were actively trying to kill me. Also, they were a bunch of armed 20- and 30-something men who were faster and stronger than me, and I was not going to get away.

I woke up as one (a very nice coworker) was closing in on me, tearfully accusing me of cursing the girl, and about to throw bolas at my feet and then stab me with a spear.