The dream was like an adventure game. We had to find a certain medication to heal a friend. We were all animals, I was most likely a lemur*hedgie or wolf at first. I was a shape shifter, so it could have been either. We go into this basement with sliding glass doors, and there’s this half dead wolf lying there, coughing up blood. By looking at her I knew she was going to betray us later in the game. We told her we’d help her, and she gave us a weak smile and told us what to do to get the medication. We wisked her away to an area that resembled the school auditorium. I was going to have a concert. She then told us of her friend that we must go help. So I return to the basment as a hedgie, but I realize that her partner is a wolf so I change myself into a moose so the other wolf can’t hurt me. I have no idea where that logic came from, but that’s what I was thinking. The wolf was snarly and mean, and was trying to attack but it wasn’t working. From here on everything is muddled. We were running around the basement, and we went into this other room. It was dark and there were books everywhere. And then I remember something about a man making a potion. And that’s it.