Here be dragons

No snake involved in last night dream, have an adventure instead.

I am in a east-european village, all stone and narrow muddy paths, with an overcast sky and chilling atmosphere. There isn't many people in the street, save for a black carriage without horses and a older gentleman with sweeping white hair. I walk to him and he hands me a curved sword. I tie it to my waist and go on to the center of the village; I need to go throught it to reach a castle looming on a hill. I put the sword to good use as a group of bandits attacked me with a knife that looks like it's made from a rasor blade monted on a oyster knife's handle. I know that this thing is made to slit throat and I dispatch them. I then go to the inn, it's pretty packed but I can't put my weapon away; I feel a painful pressure everytime I try.
I head out and finaly reach the castle. A pack of giant wolves is waiting for me, some of them with brlood red fur. I slay the ones who attack me, before one of the survivor take me on his back to enter the castle. What's left of the pack is following us, I notice that they're all brown, and somme of them have ribbon around their necks. I get off my wolf companion and walck up some stairs with an white wolf playfully nipping at my heels*. I become aware that someone is narrating what I'm doing, but I don't pay close attention to it.
The celling is lower and lower, I have to go to a big door that open in a high-celing room that seem to cover all the back of the castle. I swich on the light and see an enormous cat I think is mine** an go to the over side of the room, which is full all light thanks to gigantic windows. I can see the slab grey sea, an manucured lawn and a blue pool.
I subdue the light so my wolfs can come with me and find a deckchair to lounge on. My family join me, and I use mind power to lock the door going into the dark room for their safety. My grand mother start complaining about it and the windows start slamming open because of a strong wind. I try to keep them closed with my mind, but I can't until I make microscopic holes in the glass panel, "so the salt can go through" as my grand-mother say.

The dream flicker and I'm buying clothes with my sister before waking up.

*an habit of my sister's dog, who does have white fur.
**which is funny, because the mighty kitty is mighty in his mind but not much in his size.