So much seems to happen at a time when I dream. At the very least, I can easily say that were are all four of us prime conspirators and let very little stand in the way of our success.
That being said, I somehow managed to get a sword to the arm. Fortunately, I didn't wake up with that injury this time around, and the man happened to accidentally fall on my sword after all was said and done. Then there was the matter of someone attempting to poison d'Artagnan using our names (and a plot, in general, to kill him and subsequently us - really, d'Artagnan, the things we do for you).
And then I suppose given my former set of dreams, I expected things to turn out rather differently. It seems misfortune is bound to strike where one least suspects it to.