I dreamed about crossing the rich man’s grounds in my teens, with fellow underage rebels.  The details I remember vividly, including the apple trees so ancient that their bark had grown around old ladders.  I made up the shed, though, and everything that happened within it.  Except that I know that something happened in there, that night, with later implications, which I have dreamed indeed.

I also made up events in Toulin, and Jake’s experience.  I know from other, later dreams (internal timeline) that the Changewright had murder in his past, involving a perversion of old rituals, but I knew no clear details.  So I filled in the gap.  I knew that it would most likely have happened right at this moment, simultaneous to the point when something innocuous-seeming in The Charadoc set in motion a complete change of track for Deirdre.  As for Kiril and Lufti, time will tell.