Had a dream I went to Ireland. There was some sort of series of little houses built into the hills. We were doing elaborate work which was calling of people ringing of bells and keeping the shop and keeping track of some things. I lost some of the details of the work. It involved binding words and careful management of how u speak and what u bind others to. Fae wordplay; strange movements. There was a fae man gremlin wrinkled and hopping and skipping ; he was managing the business of some of these things. Some of it was high stakes. It all happened at night. His strange wooden hallways and artifacts and th smell of damp air. Shifting ; shapes and strange new ways . At the end of the dream I had to release him. I almost forgot his bell. He said where is my bell? Wait where is my bell? I said oh right here but I forgot where it was. Then it was right there on the hook on the outdoor hallway with the lamps. I could tell I almost really fucked up. I rang the bell to release him. Dampness, night air , running around ; dancing ; fear . We ran and I had to go too . Some kind of a switching . Switching bodies but not quite that. Green night and skin. Dry skin. It was good and right. We completed the ritual. He was free and my work was done. The dream ended .