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vivid dream no true lucidity. in fact i found it incredibly hard to realize i was dreaming. its usual due to the fact that even in dream where i don't take the time to actually say to myself i am dreaming but most of i do realize it. I can generally feel it and usually attempt power without taking the time to focus on my dream. I feel at the time it can be easier to just flow with the dream knowing and using power it seems to make dream last longer.i tend to lose control of my dream if i focus on the dream itself.
but last night my dream was interesting i suppose.i recall being in another giant city. It seems when ever i dream of a city its always in dusk. But it seem i was actually here in a hotel for some kind of festival. i remember vividly walking down the hallways, taking the elevators.time like this i wish i was artist. The streets were full
of people due to the fair. I find it interesting when i discuss situation like this with justin he tend to never have people in his cities. But regardless of the matter its hard to recall a theme. I remember walking through the crowds of people. Its seem in this dream i power of fire which is unusual to me cause i always have hard time with fire. But i did play some skyrim the previous day so the way i use fire kinda similar. I would focus on my hand and a small flame would appear would become slightly bigger then i could use it as you would use flame in skyrim. As i was, i went to somebody i guess i knew and had a quick discussion. I looked up and in a tree was some kinda flying squirrel monkey hell i don't know it kept changing on me. The main point it was trying to move to another tree and some asshole thought it was funny to jump up and smack it on the ground. Now don't usually give a shit about animals but this made me incredibly mad. so i jumped at the man and started having a almost realistic fist fight.It was shorter than most of my fights, before 1 giant man held me back then i guess my sub-conscience knew i hated this guy and other people in my dream rushed
the man and detained him. i remember leaving trying to find my way back
to my room. what made this dream impressive was the massive scaling of the city
and the beauty of the buildings. I eventually found my way back to my room
spent a small time in there an left to go back to the fair. i recall thinking
there is so many people in this city the chances of seeing that guy again
was unlikely as well it seem i was forgetting what he looked liked.
now there was not much else to this dream just a few more things i recall
i recall fighting my friend. i don't remember why but i remember grabbing him
and being able to jump and do almost a full flip and slam him into the ground
needless to say he wasn't getting back up. This is a lot different from
other dreams ive had where i have fought people.

Two dreams that are very vague
about me waking up and someone
has shaved my beard off. This
prompts me to get rather angry.

Hopefully able to use this as a
dream sign in the future.

Dream 1.) I tried a wild and then I got lucid.I did a RC which worked, then I stabilized by rubbing my hands and touching the ground. then this odd looking girl got off a bus and told me to follow her. She kinda had a punk/ goth look. Then she told me to pratice my dream skills by spawning a DC. So I did what I remember reading and it actually worked, sort of. The technique I did was turning around and putting my hand behind me while calling the persons name. It actually worked as I felt a hand forming on mine. However when I turned around, there was this weird old lady that looked like a shrek. I started to walk away because I was so disapointed. I tried looking for the strange DC from the beginning, but just ended up waking up.

Dream 2.) I was watching this movie in a class with a bounch of kids, when all of a sudden I started to get chased. I ran out of the room into this medieval town. It was snowing and it was night out. After weaving around buildings I finally made it back to the movie, now this kid in front of me didn't have eyes for some reason. He Looked at me, and it was scary.

Dream 3.) I missed the bus ride home from school so I had my dad pick me up. While ridding hom we encountered a lot of traffic. He Sid we should take a boat to school. We came down to a river and went across it on a raft. The river was actually a DS that I missed. Eventually I was with my family watching a car show or something. There were really weird cars just driving around. Then this van that looked like th one from Scooby Doo appeared. Then it crashed, and everybody made it seem like it was my fault.

Caution: large amount of side notes/rambling based off of a rather short dream. Be ready.

I was reading a Wikipedia page titled 'Hawaiian Spirituality' but right under it was a picture of a different island, not Hawaii. The island couldn't have been more than 10-15 miles across and had three, tall, jagged volcanic peaks. Only one of them, the shortest one was active though. The coast of the island had the typical rainforests with palm trees, and a tiny village opposite the volcano. I also recall seeing the picture was taken around sunset/sunrise.
There were at least a dozen lines of perfectly clear text beneath it. I recall the words being bold and very widely spaced, so they were pretty easy to read. The page talked about how the natives of the island worshiped two gods. One of the volcano and one of the sea.
The volcano god was portrayed as a giant magma golem with one eye who was the god of chaos and creation. He was the one who created the volcano that the island existed on.
The sea god was portrayed as a sea serpent who's breathing created the waves and when she swam in circles she would create typhoons. She was the god of slow, methodical destruction. She could also breathe out ice storms.
Neither god was viewed in a negative context because they were both destructive and helpful to the people. Without the sea, the people on the island who ate fish would starve. (The fish and the sea god were connected.) And without the volcano god, there would be no nutrients in the soil, and all the plants would die on the island, and the people that lived there couldn't build their houses or farm.
In fact, the gods were considered friends, even a married couple in the mythos. And the island and everyone on it was their child. They believed in a philosophy of balance because if the world was just a frigid sea no life could exist and if the world was just a molten wasteland, no life could exist. The world belonged in balance, and this was the ultimate message of the story; that great things can come from balance.
I then read of how the natives of the island believed that when someone was born, they were born with either a blue soul, a gift from the god of the sea, or an orange soul, a gift from the god of the volcano. This also determined what elements you could control. Orange souls could control magma, earth and fire. Blue souls could control ice, water and air. These were because the souls were 'fragments' of a god's soul and thus granted you a small amount of their power over these elements.
I continued reading, there was something about creating a 'soul wave', some kind of offensive maneuver that can damage/destroy one's soul, and manipulating the energy in one's own body, as well as others. It was talking about some kind of meditation they practiced. It was at this point that I became lucid, and realized that I was actually reading about Manei's culture. (After all it was shown before that she was a native of a tropical island, had blue eyes and could control water, so she fits into the lore of this place perfectly.)
I then wanted to figure out what my dream-self meant? Bicolored eyes? Do I have the powers of both gods? I couldn't find anything relevant on it, but then again, this was a 'Wikipedia' article.
One of the things I recall reading before waking was that you didn't necessarily have to be a member of the native population to be born with these powers. If you were born on the island you were given orange soul or blue soul.
I woke up around here.

11.26.14

Last night bed around 11 or so till 9:20 am. Tried a WILD around 12:30pm, but just couldn't fall asleep. But I recalled a dream from that night.

I'm looking at Ophelia's hands, that are in front of me. I see them, as if they were mine, right in front of my face. She has a copper colored elephant ring on her left hand, silver colored one with small colorfull stones on the same finger, and another ring on another finger. Perhaps one more. And a necklace type chain between 2 fingers.

Morning of 25th. Bed 12:30am - 5:11am (potty)
woke up f DILD at 6:27

It was about 10 min long.

I'm in a smallish, dark room and I'm thinking "next time when I'm dreaming, i just look at my hands and I will know if I'm dreaming". I look at my hands and they are fading and melting as energy would.

I realize I'm dreaming and decide to use the door properly to exit. I use a classic european doorhandle, open the door, walk through it and then close the door. I'm happy this all time that I'm lucid and want to go and do things fast, but I'm pacing myself to do it the right way, slowly, taking my time with details.

I'm out on a street. Sunny day, wide pedestrian zone, people walking around me. There is ocean in a distance to my right.

I start to hop up with intent to take flight. I jump 10-20 feet straight up, slowly, and slowly come back down. I realize I can't fly there, coz a concrete roof. I walk little closer to the ocean, look up and with force of my will I SEE blue skies with some white clouds, and not the roof.

I keep walking and come to an older looking single story house. The outside is sunbleached brown wood, almost gray with age, and a chinese type of wooden doorway. It has 2 part, on left an right, and it's old red in color.

I really don't like houses in lucids, even if I love them in non-lucids. So I make a consious decision to walk inside. As I walk throught the door, I reasure myself that "only nice things are here".

I know whom this house belongs to. It's "S". He is not home, only his mom. She thinks I'm a friend, and I'm not gonna tell her any differently. I'm walking through the house, aware that his mom is in other parts of the house. I'm looking through a dresser. There is a ziploc baggie with golden rings and earrings. I take it. I also take a baggie with old coins, and another 2 bags, that I keep finding in this drawer. Normally I would never take what's not mine. But I know this person and it gives me some weird satisfaction that I'm taking it.

His dad is coming home. I have a feeling that he will know I'm not a friend, and I know his mom is clueless, but she doesn't trust me either. It's time to leave. I'm at the window to the yard and his dad is coming through there. I avoid him and get out.

Morning of November 27, 2014. Thursday.



In my vivid non-lucid dream, I had set up an otherwise family-based “maximum well-being” scenario that was altered by annoying nuances once my dream was beginning to stabilize and progress on the momentum of the less-precise scripting. The holographic numeric keypad layer over my left hand (for in-dream “programming” and “channel changing”) brought in all the members of my immediate family, but also brought in my wife’s mother and a few others. Also, the environment was not defined yet and presently seems to be my second-storey childhood Rose Street apartment in La Crosse (which burned down over twenty years ago). The first scene is a birthday party of our youngest daughter.

Everything seems fine at first. However, I eventually see that my unwelcome mother-in-law is playing with our youngest daughter in an overly rough way and also, I believe she may be lying to all our children about various things to wrongfully influence them. She is somehow lifting her with her feet and putting her up over her head, slightly behind her (which reflects a real-life perspective of about eighteen years ago where she acted crazed and “cornered” by the nurses and security guards and I feared she was going to toss our newborn son out the window of the maternity ward), and it dawns on me that she should not be in the residence or have any contact with our family at all even though she is presently in a cheerful passive stage. I tell her to get out and never come back.

Soon, she and at least two others are off to contact the authorities about one of her typically fabricated claims. Two unknown females visit later as well; some sort of social workers, it seems, and are also somehow involved in her problematic plans against my family (as she had done in real life to a variety of people and almost all her neighbors). I vaguely think about “resetting” my dream but I am not lucid thus do not consider all the limitless potential of dreams at the time, but during this time I press a number sequence on my keypad that changes the DNA of dream characters so that when she comes back with investigators they will find that she is not even my wife’s mother as she claims, as I had already told this to other authorities by that point. I tap the palm of my left hand with the fingers of my left hand (curved over) to deactivate the keypad (into invisibility) until I decide to use it again.

Eventually, there are several unknown people coming into our apartment from downstairs. It is as I expect. My wife’s mother and youngest sister have no matching DNA and there are no records she is related or even associated with her. It is a relief to be justifiably victorious in this scenario though I have to “upgrade” one of the females into a higher-ranking police officer to take everyone else away. The first set of clothes do not quite fit, so I have to make a couple minor adjustments as they balloon out slightly before taking a perfect fit to her form. She is patient enough to accept the slightly slower transition before going fully into character. I go into a long speech, asking the others present, including a ship’s captain it seems, about why people like this are not put into mental institutions so as not to create problems for other people - and I also mention how she has caused problems for over two hundred people with false crime reports and continuously lying to government agencies, including while pretending to be different people. (I reflect on how she once eventually and unexpectedly ended up talking to the person she was pretending to be over the telephone, which was quite amusing.)

I activate my keypad and press the number “8” (middle of third row of four rows - 1 2 3, 4 5 6, 7 8 9, * 0 #) for a “portal” in the form of a bathroom (which symbolizes purification during transitions) with two opposite doors - the entrance doorway of which forms on a hallway wall, to either wake or go into a different dream. The room is slightly cramped, but all of my family members walk through the doorway, to go to the other doorway that opens into a hallway of a different dream. A boy, who may be a younger version of my oldest son, seems to be spitting up any negative energies from the previous dream scenario. Meanwhile, two very heavyset women have an argument and eventual physical fight as the previous section of my dream loses cohesion and they do not regard my presence at all (possibly triggered by two or more people yelling on the street outside our home in real life).

I end up at a different party with an alternate version of my wife who is not that much like her - probably a glitch in the intended scenario which I cannot remember setting.

I say hello to Dagwood Bumstead and Blondie, who are sitting on different armchairs and drinking cocktails near the main entrance of the apartment. They look like real people and not comic strip characters for the most part. However, Dagwood looks a bit unusual with his odd hairstyle (as in the comic strip) as well as a bit frail. I converse with them for a time. Dagwood’s boss is also there but I cannot remember his name. I settle on “Mr. Bagely” (bagel-lee) but that is not correct and this is after I think of “Mr. Beasley” - who is actually the mailman. (The boss’s last name is actually “Dithers”.) I ask his boss what sort of advertising they mostly do and he says “furniture”, which is not reflective of the real-life comic (it is actually a construction company).

My alternate wife is conversing with an unknown female (or another version of my wife) who is standing undressed near her armchair and I recognize that two unrelated lines from the scripting likely got cross-linked and glitched-out and I become annoyed. I decide to leave because the music (though not that loud) is annoying as well. I go out and discover that the area looks a bit like Gillette Street but also with Rose Street elements (in reality that area of Rose Street is completely different now, not remotely resembling how it looked in the 1960s). A heavyset man follows me down the street as I walk east (on the south side of the street) and I turn, materializing a gun in my right hand to shoot him, but instead, a huge powerful stream of water comes out and knocks him down from over fifteen feet away. Another man on the opposite side of the street starts pointing and laughing as if in relief he is not in much danger. As I continue, I am ready to take to the air, but I notice Smokey the Bear, carrying a shovel, emerging from a poster on an alleyway wall and he will possibly be problematic as he heads toward me. Apparently, he may be able to fly as well, so I press the hash key (meaning “turn my dream off”) and am out of there. (I have no idea why Smokey the Bear appeared, though I often have pyrokinetic abilities in dreams, but did not use any in this one - the shovel possibly related to mortality or concern of being buried. However, there is also a brief reflection on a rather crude comedic poster I had as a teenager that displayed “forest fires prevent bears” as a spoof on the Smokey Bear public service announcements.)

November 22, 2014

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I was at home, and my mom had taken a trip of some sort. It was indefinite in length, and apparently when it's just dad, we just drink a lot of beer?

I was walking out in the backyard, and found out my parents had bought the field behind the house and built a hotel on the land. From the outside it appeared to be just a huge concrete cube or something. Rather ugly in general.

But when I went inside, I was blown away at the exotic beauty of the whole place. It was wide-open but also cramped in a very colorful way. I walked around the first floor, and was fascinated with all of it. The dining area was all sort of carved or shaped out of natural clay and then painted and textured with bright colors. The stools were in all different shapes and sizes. No two tables were the same. There were also quite a few mirrors all around the building.

At some point I had to go to the bathroom. It was a largish room with separate little rooms for stalls, and low-lit. It was co-Ed. When I was in my stall, there was a knock on the door and a face popped over the top, they told me and everyone else in the stalls to stand up for some sort of game/bonding experience...

After I managed to get out of that situation, I was sitting in my backyard watching a sky-writer that was hired for the opening of the hotel. But apparently the sky-writer was in a bad mood, because he was writing out peoples' deppest, darkest secrets.

November 21, 2014

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I was with Zukin in a coastal town. We'd been hiking or something, and had to stay with a group of people in a cabin in the foothills or mountains. Lots of trees around, because the cabin was in a forest.

It turned out that there was a huge power plant of some sort just off the coast, and it was going to blow. Or it was radioactive or something. Basically, everyone in the area was quarantined and that meant that Zukin and I couldn't go back home.

And so we had to stay at that cabin with those people... At first they hated us (or at least avoided us like the plague) because we were just too weird for them.

So we were sitting at a patio table with that group of people some days later. They had gotten at least used to us by then, so we were all talking and looking up at the night sky. It was fucking beautiful. The sky was so huge. Like, huger than huge. It just seemed so big. There were stars and galaxies and nebulae visible and so many colors. We were watching for shooting stars and flying ships (Whoa, just remembered some dreams I've had about night skies and things flying and whatnot... Huh! In one of them I think I was watching the sky for a sign that something was happening. Like there were spacecraft out there lighting up the sky and I was watching them fly for some reason, like all the movements meant something. Anyways.)

So we were sitting at this table under this huge, colorful, beautiful night sky, and there is suddenly a sound and we see a sky-ship above us. It's got four circular hover thingies, which are all lit up. A speaker announced, "Attention. The following people have been authorized to leave the area. Will the following step into the cabin and prepare to be taken into the ship:"

And they called my name first, and I was so happy and ran into the house, assuming Zukin would be called next. But she wasn't. They called four of the seven people, and Zukin wasn't one of them. When I found out her name wasn't called, I flipped out and tried to get back outside. One of the guys in our group shook me by the shoulders and told me to get a hold of myself and not do anything stupid.

But I still tried to get outside and kept yelling that I refused to go with them without Zukin, and I was about to get away, but they tranquilized me and I woke up :(

I was in a place that looks very much like high school. I was going to meet some people. I passed by them unseen.

A dinosaur. Skinned? Dead?

DILD – Dream Induced Lucid Dream. In this dream I saw my mom walking towards me in smoky colored hallway. She was twice my height! This was so odd that I instantly became lucid. She looked right at me and said the name of my childhood friend. I said, “Mom, it’s me (not my friend)!” She then apologized and said that’s how she perceived me, when she saw me, in the dream. My mom then shrunk to normal size and looked like somebody else! I then tried to explain to mom that she now looked like somebody else, and that I now perceived her as somebody different. This woman looked at me totally confused, and then walked away. Anyway, if that sounded confusing, it certainly was.

A very pretty young woman, in her twenties, then walked past me. She had a ‘bob cut’, with bleach blonde hair, and dark eyebrows. I said, “How are you?” Then she turned left to face me, with her back to the smoke colored wall. She had the most brilliant yellow greenish eyes, full of life. I didn’t want to ‘let on’ that I was lucid, and I just wanted to interact with the dream figure. She smiled back at me and said, “Good, how are you?” I casually replied, “Good, what are you up to?” She said, “I’m going to have supper in the restaurant.” I had no idea where we were, so I asked, “Where are we?” She looked at me totally shocked and said, “What?” I asked her again, and she laughingly said, “Saint Pass!” I said “Saint Pass?” She said, “Yes, Saint Pass, South France.” I figured great, now that I have a location, I have to ask her what the restaurant is called. She replied, “I don’t know?” I said lets go outside and take a look. We headed for the door, and then I woke. As she walked in front of me, she was kind of dancing along. I couldn’t get back into the dream.

So, is Saint Pass, South France, a real place? I looked on google maps and couldn’t find it. My French sucks, so maybe I heard, or interpreted the name slightly wrong. I did immediately journal the dream upon waking, so I’m sure it’s fairly accurate. Is there somebody who speaks Francois here?

i had a few small dreams last night... i had 5 of them. but most are super short and boring so ill just post the good one.


setting- i was a younger girl in this dream. In this dream, it was just my father and i. we lived in a remote rural area. my father was over-protective, so i was always inside trying to talk to people online. I was a short pale girl probably about 13 years old with long straight black hair and blue eyes. my Father was a fat balding man, who whore a brown suspenders with a light green button up shirt undernearth; with light brown pants.

I was sitting in the living room of our house with my dad. he was reading a newspaper and had a cigar in his mouth. he never lit his cigars, just put them in his mouth for the flavour. (this is something my grandfather used to do.) I had wanted to take a funny picture, so i told my dad to put his fingers to his head in the shape of a gun. he pretended to do it, then when i raised my phone to take the picture he reached out and slapped the phone out of my hands, and started scolding me. "what are ya stupid?! im not taking a picture like that!! *mumbles* stupid kid...."
i remember getting really upset. i just wanted to take a funny picture... what was so bad about it? why dad always yell at me?? I grabbed the phone off the floor and went downstairs. downstars was actually underneather the house... there was a tunnel for cars underneath it to go through... (though there was no road, and one entrance was blocked off, so it was a one way in and out.) i was sitting down there just kinda sulking. i found 2 newspapers down there and decided to look through them... that's when things started gettin freaky. The first newspaper i picked up was normal, but the one right next to it was full of photos of murders and blood and dismemberment. This actually didn't bother me though. i kept looking through the newspaper, at the photos. (i remember seeing a few that are pretty famous on the internet here haha.) suddenly it got pitch black, and started downpouring so hard that the only light coming in from that one entrance tunnel was pretty much completely cut off. i looked around for a minute when it happened, then looked back to the newspaper. there was a photo of me covered in blood, posing naked. and the photo was like glowing. i remember being like, "huh weird." (i love that nothing is freaking me out lol.) i had an idea, and turned the newspaper around to use the glowing picture to illuminate the darkness. it didn't help a whole lot, so i also took out my phone and used that as well. with the two of those in combination, i could actually see pretty well. It was then that i noticed a shadowy figure just standing there trying to be menacing, but i wasn't afraid. This angered the figure, and it asked me why i wasn't afraid. and when i thought about the answer, i realized i was dreaming. i looked at it and said, "because i deal with creeps like you all the time." and gave it a grin. then the shadow opened its eyes wide and i was forced awake.

...Not that I was ever really active here. But I want to continue working on my journal and become active too. I haven't had any lucid dreams in a while, and I think updating this is going to help. Besides, this is a cool community and all.

I only remember 1 dream from last night.

Dream 1: I think I was outside of a house. Under the house there was this toy chest, and the toys in it were singing and talking. Now I don't remember what we were talking about, but it was apparently a good conversation. Then, two adults (probably in their 30s-40s) came by, and I remember closing the lid to the chest so that they couldn't see the talking toys. xD

My problem was when I wrote this dream down, I was still pretty much half asleep. So I think I fell asleep before I could write down the rest of the dream. I know there were more details initially than what I recall now, but of course after waking up they slipped my mind. :/ I'm sure with practice I'll get it down.

I forgot to mention I took melatonin last night. Going to keep track of when I do and don't take it in order to see if there's any correlation. I don't think there is, but maybe.

I'm flirting with this young woman. A while ago, me and Julia had this mission that required us to help her. I think of her as sort of coltish - she's got an unbelievable amount of power and no idea what to do with it, aside from awkwardly trying to help the people around her. Incredibly endearing to watch. Afterward we'd gone back to England, but now I'm back in America. Julia didn't come this time, and I said it's because she's busy with her music right now, which is true. But the main reason I'm here on my own is because our mission might require this girl's death. Julia doesn't know, and I don't want her to have to be involved - she likes this girl, we both do.

1. I was outside standing in my driveway with alot of my friends, some of which were: Darius, Patrick, Dylan, Braden, Trey, and alot of others. My sister was also outside with us. It was fully nighttime and all of the street lights were on and glowing orange in color. We are talking to each other, just socializing and stuff when suddenly it starts to rain really heavy, and I mean really really heavy. We are all about to walk back inside to my house when something catches our attention. All of us spotted a passenger plane flying in this weather. I keep my eye on it and after a few seconds of doing so I see a huge lightening bolt strike the plane directly. Seconds later I hear the lightening because of its speed.
Everyone notices the plane, and the plane is now on fire and is flying at a downward angle towards the ground. We all knew it was about to crash. I look down at my street and notice that it is completely flooded with water, and its about 10 feet deep. My driveway is elevated so its not a problem being that high, not yet at least. As I look back up into the sky I see more passenger planes flying around, all of them are on fire and going down. One plane catches my eye because I see that it is flying straight towards our group. However, this plane isn't on fire, but its still coming down.
Everyone's eyes are now on that single plane and we watch as it gets closer. I have no idea why none of us are running at this point even though we see directly that there is a hazard flying straight at us. Finally the plane crashes into the 10 foot deep water, and it doesn't explode. The water must've been deeper than 10 feet though at that moment because the plane quickly became completely immersed in the water. We all keep watching the sky, everything seems chaotic at this point, and God crosses my mind(as usual when I'm in world-ending dreams). "If I died right now where would I go?" I thought to myself. Suddenly I see flames come out of the water, I recognize that these flames belong to the plane.
Suddenly the plane explodes and everyone sprints back to my house. As Im doing so I think to myself, "This has to be a dream, this is too crazy", but immediately after I think that I get distracted by someone. Everyone is in the house now and they are all emptying their pockets of everything that was in them. The thought comes to me that, what if a plane crashes straight into my house, but I'm not the worrying type of person so I quickly dropped that thought. I see that everyone takes out a bunch of money out of their pockets. I go up to where my sister is and pick up her money, and it is really wet.
I noticed that this money felt quite fake, like it was not real at all. Because of that I decided that I was going to give away my sisters money(lol, no idea why). Darius and Patrick ask for it so I give them two dollars each(so generous) and then I put the rest back where my sister had put it before. She comes back as I put the money down and now has a disgusted look on her face.

2. I was inside of a video game. The game was structured where one team is versing another, but on each team there is one player that has the powers of Jesus. The thing is, none of us know who it is besides the person who has the powers because we are all clones of Jesus. The video game is taking place on a grassy civil war battlefield and there are cannons and wagons laying around everywhere.
(will finish later)