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I dreamed that my brothers arranged a battle between magical and conventional warfare, although both sides had tanks. It took place on a huge lawn in front of an embassy. I know this because at one point I was inside the building, hastily choosing an appropriate gown from a long rack which lowered itself from a balcony to the ground while each group of women grabbed what they could. I think the battle must have been a draw. The lawn was wrecked, but the only other effect was that Tim had gone insane and chased a giraffe upstairs. (Frank was fine, albeit nursing a collection of orphaned kittens, a good trick for a tom). The battle apparently involved solving a whole lot of logic or maths puzzles; I know this because Lawrence Miles collected them up and took them away to rewrite the outcome of the fight.