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I am walking up the steps to a graveyard. I am a teenager or young man who lives and/or works in a temple or shrine or similar attached to this graveyard. In the previous dream scene I would been talking to friends at the foot of the stairs to the temple about hard times their families had been through, and I would been thinking that I could not really relate, my family never having been through anything like that, and I would removed myself from the conversation - but now I am thinking about the hard things in my life I could not tell them, specifically I am thinking about an old man buried here whose death I could not tell them about. I float over to his grave. But there is a guy here waiting for me. He attacks me - though I just float away from that - while blaming me for causing that man's death by convincing him to expose us to the media. He would been one of something secret, supernatural or not quite human. But it was not like that - I had not been the one to convince him at all, and I am frustrated by this mistaken rumor; it had been some pretty girl who would talked him into it, I would been completely against it, and I would hated that he could throw away a lifelong belief in secrecy so quickly. I am sitting outside what looks like a very small cave entrance, too small for a person to get through, and I am talking with several very small spirits, and a much larger, much older one in the cave. We are having a disagreement about a course of action, and finally the spirit inside the cave decides to force the issue by possessing me and taking control of my body. In doing so, he forces out the much smaller, relatively harmless spirit that usually possesses me, and it is quite shocked by this; it tries to get back in, but there is this glowing blue crescent on my forehead, like a closed eye, which acts like a lock. I am standing on a city street near a warehouse, surrounded by government vehicles, and talking to my boss, who works for the FBI. He wants me to see what is going on inside the warehouse, but I cannot do that. I am tired. The thing possessing me does not understand why this is an issue, takes over and answers easily - his answer has something to do with drugs - he speaks using his own accent, very different from mine, some variety of English, but if the boss notices he chooses to ignore it.