MythicDreams

Some other people and I were being chased by a group of guys. We were on an open plain, it was a sunny day, and I could see mountains in the far distance.
Some of the people chasing us were wearing loincloths, like they were a tribe of cavemen or something.
They carried rocks, and as we ran they threw them at us. A rock or two hit me on the head, and it hurt really badly. They caught up to us and started giving us a beating. I was knocked down.

Somehow I realised I was dreaming.
"This is crazy, I must be dreaming!" I thought. I did a quick nose-pinch, and sure enough I felt that awesome sensation of breathing through a shut nose - it was awesome because it meant I was God in this world.

Standing up, I decided to exact my revenge. Extending my arms, I felt the need for vengeance rise inside me. A swarm of bees flew out of the sleeves of my shirt, and descended upon my enemies. The attackers were engulfed - payback.
Fade to fragments.

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All was dark. I knew I was dreaming, so I decided to create some light. People often said voice commands worked, and there was my chance to try it.
"Let there be light," I said feebly.
Why couldn't I shout? I wanted to say something epic in a booming voice, that would turn on the lights. But my voice was so quiet!
"Activate... light," I tried to say. It was like my vocal chords had gone weak - I could hardly speak at all now.
And so I was doomed to blackness.