May 19 to May 22 Recap Saturday: F7 Tornado My co-workers stand on the curbside and shout out at me "don't leave us!" Oh well, too bad! I wave goodbye and leave them all behind as I hop into a hippie bus. The bus took me to a new city I didn't recognize, but it was still a texas city. The city was divided into different "rings". As soon as I got there the most inner ring was under attack by an F3 Tornado. More tornados developed in and around the city, causing confusion because no one knew where it was safe to go. I followed the herd assuming that was best. An emergency warning over speaker announced that an F7 tornado was developing. An F7? My mind is racing "there is no such thing". The broadcast warned us that a tornado of this magnitude is so destructive that your only chance of survival - is to know where the tornado is forming and where its heading. We took this F7 threat seriously! A group of us rush outside the city wall to find the forming tornado. It was literally right outside. The vortex was over my head. Black swirling clouds already sucking up furniture! We ran back to the inner most ring- the same one that was ravaged by the F3 tornado earlier. The broadcast warned us that there was no point hiding. And to stay away from the walls because the electrical wiring will burst and youll die before the tornado is even over. The broadcast told us that all we could do now in the force of an F7 was lay on the ground and prepare for the end. Hundreds of us laid down face first. It felt like we were just told an atomic bomb was being dropped on us. I knew it was over. A rush of wind. I close my eyes. When I open them up again I'm back home. But no one is here. I'm all alone. I thought of my parents and how I'd never see them again. As I walk outside the images the bloody bodies fill my mind. I open the door and outside there's a sunny beach waiting for me - and spirits of deceased relatives. I'm overcome with absolute grief. They try to console me and I wake up. Note: Only days prior - a dangerous tornado that made a neighborhood disappear was only minutes away from my apartment, so tornados were on my mind. However, the feeling that there was no escaping a Tornado of this magnitude made me think of the events that would happen days later. Monday, Moore Oklahoma. Sunday: UFO In the Sky Everyone has left me home alone. I decide to go for a walk despite it being dark outside. I see a bright light in the sky and it beams a light back down on the ground. Scared of the UFO I hide behind a car and watch it as it drifts through the sky. Monday: I should've have known-Porch After a long day with the family I go home and take a nap. When I wake up its evening. There's something strange about the apartment but I can't figure out what. I go out to my porch and look at the beautiful nightscape. Wind is blowing between the leaves and the air feels cool. I wanted to do nothing more but jump! I jump up and down because I'm excited at the idea of dreaming and flying! But alas, I'm awake. So I go back inside and get ready for work. Then I really wake up. Wednesday: Work was ridiculously frustrating. I had to fill this order for chocolate mints except we didn't have any. So boss tells me just fell the order with blue items because blue is minty. I swear I spent half an hour looking for blue items that looked minty. Boss kept griping at me 'whats taking so long!' but I couldn't help it if these items keep morphing on me - losing their blue minty color. Finally I get fed up and said 'screw this!'. I didn't want to have to deal with my boss bossing me around so I woke myself up. A few seconds later I fell back asleep - lucid. The first thing I did was take off my shoes and socks so I can run around wild. A few minutes later the alarm rang.
Updated 05-23-2013 at 07:44 PM by 6004
Lucidity Dreams Real Life Side Notes Dream Fragments Opinion I found myself in a very active community, everyone knew everyone else, literally and took the time to interact with each other. It was very friendly. The news was on and reporting that war had broken out overseas. I was in a high rise block of flats and as is the way of dreams, I could see the war overseas from the window. All of a sudden I saw a missile launched and with a feeling of complete dread - not terror as you would imagine - I watched it as it soared up into the air, then it turned and made a B line towards the building I was in. I held my breath and closed my eyes as it hit the building and waited for the explosion. There was none. However as I opened my eyes to assess the situation, I saw the destruction you'd expect from a nuclear explosion. I found myself breaking into cars to steal for transport, some of the cars I was trying to break into were not like the cars we know of and are used to. They were operated and even started differently and try as I might, I couldn't figure out how to get them started. There was an incident were someone was trying to hurt my dogs and steal the food we had, but I don't remember the details. I have had recurring dreams throughout my life about nuclear war/bombs, the type of dreams that carry over into waking life for a moment or two, but not enough or as often to use them as dream signs. For some reason, I can't find the rest of the dream I put down on paper, so that's all I have for now, sorry. Nicho...!
Only one lucid this morning Only Lucid: So here I was walking at my school, but I knew it was a dream, but, not quite into lucidity yet. For some reason I thought that I had to roll up my pant legs before a certain time otherwise I wouldn't be able to get lucid.. (I have no idea..) SO, I turned around and started walking the other direction (which was also apparently a prerequisite before I could become lucid) and rolled up my pant legs.. After this was done I became lucid. Once lucid a DC said something to me, although I don't recall and my response to them was, "Oh yeah? Well, I can fly!" and I jumped into the air and started flying.. After a bit I got bored of flying, been doing too much of it lately, so I just landed and decided I wanted to try actually having a conversation with a DC, since I never do that. As I was walking over to a DC I rubbed my hands together to make sure I didn't lose my dream, I mean nobody wants that.. So, I walk over through a parking lot to a strip of sidewalk with bushes on each side and there's a girl, recognizable from real life and I say to her, "Hi how are you doing?" and she started talking like a robot.. I don't remember her response exactly (weird that I can remember exactly what I say, yet not what my DC's say..) and I can't now exactly recall the exact details but I remember having this odd thought process about how to create more depth for my DCs and that there was something special I had to do. It wasn't anything real that I've actually read or anything, and I have no idea how it came about. Anyways after that I said something else to her about knowing she was capable of more than her response and she fell over and spilled her slushee on herself.. After that I walked away and my dream faded away.
I wanted/was to kayak down across the sea in my dream and as I made it to the other side the wind got extremely strong and I was having trouble walking along the coast. I spotted a woman walking towards me with a blue coat by the looks of it, so once I got up to the person I asked them if they lived around here for some reason(Can't remember why, maybe for directions) and a guys voice replied with "No.." and then there was a sort of group of these people with this tattoo of a triangle on the backs of their heads and most of them were bald and I didn't know who they were. I remember being cautious of them. End of fragment,
05-23-2013 -- [All over the place, took place between about 1:30 am and 3:15 am.] I have no idea where I am at when the dream starts, but am in a weird store, kind of a cross between an antique shop and a thrift store, with lots of odds and ends and big and little crap. Something about the place is familiar, and I think I have dreamed about it (or something quite close to it) in the last year or two sometime. Also some ties to the bookcase in the dream from a day or two ago, though no Wodehouse books this time. First I am looking at one of the small wire rack displays some libraries use for their paperback books, and come across a very old and much-worn copy of Vic Crume's Wiz Kid and the Carnival Caper adaption. (I wanted that book so much as a little kid, but didn't buy it the one and only time I ever saw it.) Soon I am walking further into the store, and am in a sort of sloping hallway on a hill, approaching a single short bookcase (maybe 4 feet tall and 4 feet wide) sitting horizontally across the hall, almost blocking the path through it, and am looking at more books on it. I see most of the books from the bookcase a coupe of days ago, including the large collection of Choose Your Own Adventure titles, but this time there are also two four book gift boxes of CYOA books, one with four titles set in the X-Men universe, the other with four set in the Star Wars universe. I pull a couple of books off the shelf to look at them, and seem to start a landslide, with about half the books on the entire bookcase falling off. I start to try and pick them up and put them back on the bookcase, but now it is falling over, and I can't get it to stay up where it was. I finally turn it sideways, so that now there is more space to walk by it on either side (it was like this | -- | but is now like this | | | ) and it becomes more sturdy, so I am able to start putting the books back on it. About this time I am attacked by some nutty demented dwarf (Billy Barty type, not long bearded fantasy type) and as he keeps throwing himself at me, I have to fight back. I grab him by his clothes, and am throwing him around the room, swinging him against one wall and then another. Eventually he is latching on to the chandelier above our heads, and as I continue swinging him around, he brings down tons of stuff, including the chandeliers, and brings it all (and himself) crashing to the ground some 20 or 30 feet below. What a mess! I quickly end up exiting the store. I find myself with my car, which doesn't seem to have a roof or sides, but is just wide open. I have tons of stacks of paper (mostly note paper) on a wide variety of subjects, including some writing, but with the car so open, I am afraid of how much stuff might blow away while I am driving. At this point I think I am in Chicago, and am about to drive back to California. There is an interstate freeway that makes the trip almost directly, and passes through Indiana and Kentucky on the way, so I plan to stop and look for a couple of Old Spaghetti Factory restaurants and some Hostess O's donuts on the way, but I've got a long trip ahead of me, and am really worried about my stuff. So I end up talking with my mom (who is dead) who is in the back yard of the Hickory House (where we lived in CA) which is now somehow in Chicago, and she agrees to put the rest of my stuff in storage, since she already has tons of it, anyway. She leads me to the corner of the back yard / side yard where I once tried growing corn, and helps me bury all the stuff in a pit I've dug here. I don't argue with her, but I am worried of rain and such. I'm very happy to not have to worry about the stuff in my car blowing away, but now I would like to have some cassette tapes to listen to on the long car trip, and I just buried most of them. Worried about it, and looking for some tapes, I step out of the house and find myself standing on a long, curving driveway in front of a big Chicago hotel, where a lot of my stuff is laying on the ground where it might have fallen out of my car. It is the kind of stuff you might find laying on the floor after you have been cleaning a very, very messy room for a while, and you've gotten up all the big stuff, and all that is left is a few small items you haven't gotten to yet, and small bits of paper and detritus that you still have to clean up or vacuum away. Among this are several cassette cases, and I am hopeful, but they have all been run over, so are broken and damaged. [Happened a few days ago to my gas cap when I left it on my roof.] This is all in the middle of the parking lot, and there are cars honking at me to get out of the way as I try to find any whole tapes, so soon I dodge out of the way and wander a few rows down in the parking lot. I start walking through a row of parked cars, but it quickly morphs to riding a bike down a path that seems to be for a combination of pedestrians and horses, and I seem to be moving against the flow. Making my way around the walkers is no problem, but the horses, walking three or four abreast and filling the whole path are a lot more difficult to dodge. They don't make room or get out of the way very well, and they seem to be slightly grumpy at the situation, and yet they aren't at all mad at me, they just don't like making room for somebody going the other way. Weird. I make it through this area and head back up toward the hotel entrance, where I find myself in an odd sort of room where I seem to have instantly fallen asleep, because a few seconds later, mom is shaking me awake and I find myself in just my underwear, scrambling to find my clothes and shoes and get dressed. I'm supposed to follow mom to the cars so we can leave, but I decide to make one last stop at the strange shop. It is on a hill, and I walk in to find it very, very busy. There are customers everywhere, and about four people at registers behind the counter, and it is almost impossible to get anybody's attention. I explain about the bookcase and apologize for it, and for any trouble I caused them, and they tell me I will be welcome back at any time, that they actually really like the new layout from my moving the bookcase, and that the dwarf was to blame for the damage he caused by attacking me, so it's all good. I wander the store a little bit, and at the entrance to the upward sloping hallway where the bookcase was, I come upon a strange sight. Sylvester McCoy (the 7th Doctor) is standing there wearing a space helmet (reminds me of a couple of the 10th an 11th Doctor stories) and his usual 7th Doctor outfit, being choked by a huge guy that looks kind of like Wreck-It Ralph. I run up to him and start to pry his hands away from Sylvester's neck while saying something like "Please stop choking Mr McCoy!" He just kind of grunts and tries to wave me away, but I manage to pull Sylvester free, and start to walk away. I soon find I have bought two of those small bubble packages you find in kids' gumball machines, and as I open them up, I find one contains two kind of mangled cassettes, and the other contains the box the two cassettes originally came from, and it is some kind of audio production Sylvester did (like Big Finish, but possibly not from that company), and I suddenly realize I may have interrupted a play or a recording session of some sort, and I'm a bit embarrassed. I'm now standing outside the store, in Chicago (it still fells like I am in Chicago) though it is the home of Mardi Gras, and the hill I am on has the exact layout and buildings of Walt Disney World's Pleasure Island, though none of those buildings are being used for the Island's nightclubs. I can see the Mardi Gras floats making their way up the hill, while people are screaming for beads and things. I am about 2/3 of the way down the hill, and am standing by the store when McCoy walks out, and I start to follow him, hoping to apologize and tell him how much I loved his portrayal of the Doctor, but he almost seems to be avoiding me, and dodging into paths and alleyways. When I catch up to him, he is back with the guy who choked him and an attractive young woman who looks like a show girl, and the guy who looks like Wreck-It Ralph is saying his name is Dan Spivey. I ask him "Dangerous Dan Spivey? Like the guy from 80s Disneyland entertainment?" and a bunch of people walking by who look exactly like various Disney entertainers who are walking by ask me what I am talking about. I say I think I remember a Dangerous Dan Spivey from Disney entertainment back when I hung out there as a teen. [In reality, Dangerous Dan Spivey was a wrestler back in the early days of the WWF, I think.] Anyway, by this time all the entertainers and Sylvester's group have wandered off, and the cassette tapes that I am trying to stick into the pockets of my large jacket have turned into 12 green apple lollypops. The thin, short-haired black woman at the meeting at First Baptist on Monday who somehow looked familiar is standing near me, and tries to seal some of my lollypops, but I catch her and pull them away from her, and a heavier black woman who seems to be her mother tells her something like "You can't do that, that's wrong ... but you might succeed if you try again." By this time we have reached the building that, at Pleasure Island, would be the Adventurer's Club, but here it isn't, and the black girl tries to steal my stuff several more times. By this time the lollypops are in my pockets, and I am pushing the girl's hands away, while the mother is berating me for daring to touch her daughter. I eventually grab her hands in my arms and shove her away hard enough that she slams into a wall, as I explain that I am helping to teach her daughter not to try and steal ... at least from me, and the mother acts like I am a horrible person. Then I duck out the lower level back door by the river (lake?), and find myself walking in a kind of darkish alleyway where I come across chorus girls dressed up as Cadillacs. They are wearing costumes that look like full-sized Cadillac cars from the waist, up, while still having the usual nylon-wrapped gorgeous gams beneath, as they dance around in a Vegas-style show, and I wake up. Very odd. --- Somehow I find myself in a public restroom with Carl, and it is one of the nicest, cleanest, and most private restrooms I have ever seen ... if you remember to close the stall door! D'oh! I push the stall door shut while Carl is doing the embarrassed 'I didn't have to see that' thing, as we discuss different job possibilities, as somebody familiar walks past and comments I ought to get a job doing what he does. I look at him and he looks much like a middle aged Andy Griffith, and I eventually recognize his uniform as that of a fire fighter. I am thinking I am in no shape to be a fire fighter, and he agrees with me, but says I could drive the truck and do record keeping, and stuff like that. I eventually start to recognize him, and place the name Conrad to him, but I can't quite remember where I know him from, then finally it clicks, Jeff's next door neighbor on Hickory. Turns out he moved right after I did, and now also seems to live in Orlando, and somehow we end up talking about internet connections. In the dream, I have a rather cheap internet connection through GEnie or something like that (with hints of Prodigy thrown in), and am complaining about the signal I get, but he explains that I need to get two modems to double up the signal, and then it works much better. Very strange (and pointless) stuff. Soon I find myself literally running down I-4 with Dale, as we're trying to get to the airport on time to catch a plane back to CA (I think), and Dale is wondering if we are going to make it, as we pass his rental car, which ran out of gas. Dale says it is no big deal, and that the rental car company is coming for it soon, and will add a couple of gallons before they take it back. We soon find ourselves boarding a bus, which as we try to make our way to seats is turning into a plane, we find ourselves taking two seats next to a guy in the window seat with a bag in his lap that looks like George Takei, but isn't. With Dale and I being big guys, and him with his bag, we ask if he is OK with us sitting there. He indicates he has had a bad day, is tired and sore, but our sitting there will not cause him any problems. Soon the plane is flying, and we are listening to the conversations around us, and a slightly older, attractive lady (about 55 to our 45) almost seems to be flirting with us. I'm shocked when suddenly Dale and this lady seem to be in one of the plane's restrooms making some very improper sounds, as this is nothing like him, and everybody on the plane can hear. But it all turns out to be a practical joke, she and Dale come out of two different restrooms, and it turns out she was showing him the weird phone system the airline has installed in the lavatories, which connect all the bathrooms, and broadcast everything said across the entire plane. Very weird system. I've reached the point where I need to use the restroom (no intention of using the phone, though), but all of them are in use. And the keep being in use. And when I finally get to use one, the plane suddenly takes off without me. Things have gotten weird, and the lavatories are no longer on the planes, and it seemed to touch down for a couple of minutes to let people use the restrooms, just before the end of our trip (which is now flying into Orlando, instead of out.) I find myself on Landstreet Road, chasing after the plane, waving my hands before a truck almost backs into me. Turns out I was running down the road trying to flag down the airplane while in between two small trucks, and they are mad because my running isn't as fast as they want to drive. I dodge the truck, then start the slow walk down Landstreet and up Orange Blossom Trail to get home.
5/23/13 Last night bed 12:30 - 5:56 I watched the movie 300 day before yesterday. And this is what I got. DR - I'm in hills. Doing a search mission. With group of people, coming to the top of the hill and looking down at some greek ruins. Somebody tries to deface them and break them down I threaten to write him up and report to authorities. I'm saying "How would you like it if people before you had done it. Then you and your kids would not be able to see it today". I have two ampules of blood. One has 1 dose and it's number is 1261. The other ampule has 2 doses and number is 1262. I find some artifacts with V symbol. I'm told that it's a symbol for a blade. (During the movie 300 IWL, I was wondering what the V symbol on their shields and pins meant.)
I remember doing something with a group of people. Maybe some sort of competition or something. Whenever it was over, I hopped on a bicycle and road it to a red traffic light. There a woman on a motorcycle in front of me. I really wanted to have a conversation with her, but....oh wait. She's on a bicycle just like me. We're talking, and she asks me if I ever show up to a particular auto parts store. I told her I've gone to it a few times. Then she tells me about how her computer is messed up due to her ex-husband....she wants me to fix it or whatever. I'm weighing the possibility of hooking up with her versus, "I bet this lying bitch is still married".
a lage portion of the dream was spepnt at my house with matt jajeh trying to plan how we would both go to my house and his for thanks giving dinner
#185 - Time unknown - DILD I was going for WILD and I hit weak vibrations two separate times but I was disturbed by my wife the first time and lost concentration the second time. I am in the yard at the old house in Luling, TX with my bro. There was something going on at the church but I can't remember now. Some man walks up talking to me. I suspect he is drunk so I smell his breath as he talks. He purposely talks heavy so that his breath is available for smelling. He has halitosis up no trace of alcohol. There is some conversation. I go inside to look at something and close the door. There was a lot of panel glass on the exterior wall and door that should not be there. I turn around and really look at the old house. It has crappy siding but I remember brick. My brother is next to me again and I point and say, "That should be brick. I remember brick." Then gradually realize I am dreaming and remember that last time I wanted to burn the house down. I yell at my brother, "Quick! Light a match!" He instantly produces a lit match and it put it to the house. It goes out for a second but I concentrate on what a lit match looks like and it re-lights. I find a quart of motor oil and pour it on the fire. Then I think what I really need is gas. i look down and see a red plastic gas can. I pour the oil on it and the fire trails. I visualize the fire melting the plastic and watch. Jets of fire come spewing out and spread all over the house. The flames looks strange like some kind of fiery water. Satisfied, I remember the TOTM. I feel like I am going to wake so I hurry. I look at my bro and quickly step into the fire. I feel the warm like an electric blanket is over me and I watch the fire spread from my legs up to my arms and hands. My brother is just standing there, looking at me dumbly. The dream fades but I don't wake up. I have some FA. I am looking astronomical data. It feels like archived Kepler data. Someone says to look for some star system called "Xeno" "Xenous" Something like that. The dream morphs and at some point Justing Beiber is making out with me. I am outraged when I figure out what is going on and I call him all sorts of names. Britney Spears shows up talking to me like she knows me. I can smell her perfume. I find her attractive for the first time but I realize how much I don't like her and I sort of pity her. I think it is amazing that I am standing here in a Wal-Mart next to Britney and the Beibs. I become lucid but can't remember anything. I must have woke up or had another FA. There was some dream about Nix and the feeling or lucidity when I woke up for the morning but I can't remember.
Updated 05-23-2013 at 12:29 PM by 5967
Dream recall from today's naps. Nap #1(fragments): I was doing something with a table, but flies were distracting me. Then later i was watching new yogscast video and they were apparently making video of some lame doom mod... which was also apparently made by me according to dream( ). The mod was pretty low quality and featured one tiny map with a bunch of various enemies, sprites of which looked like they were made in mspaint. It was some kind of arena with blue walls. They have somehow triggered enemies too quickly which made boss enemy appear, but exit opened by itself for some reason, so they just ended the level. After watching i was going to nap. As i was falling asleep there were some weird voices then i felt some presence behind and some female voice. The dream started fading out, which made me realize that i am dreaming, i was about to get up from the bed but i could not stop it. Nap #2(fragments): There were news about an update for some game, we were discussing the good and bad sides of this update with SilentEternity. Then there was some farmland area in that game that i was exploring. Later there was some kind of story about some artists and there was a task to hide inside one of their houses and spy on them, but nobody was doing it. Then it ended up with a weird music/song mix.
All I remember is a fragment about dreams and scale from 1 to 10 and there may or may not have an elephant in this fragment as well.
Updated 05-29-2013 at 08:19 PM by 61501
Didn't have any recall this morning of anything for the last couple days but have been waking feeling really tired. This has lasted throughout the days but I have been getting 8-9 hours sleep every night. Slowly trying to improve my recall by saying mantras before sleep and reading my journal, as I've only just started keeping one I haven't got much to read. I may start imagining dreams before bed of what I want to do. Hopefully my recall gets better. *sigh*
1 -st We overslept to school, i was angry, we ran to school and I took my son into the classroom. I thought - strange...how can we oversleep? so i guess, that its a dream. there were a lot of doors and i desided to open them and look for Checker666 to ask him to demonstrate powers. First classroom was empty, when i entered to the second one i saw two guys. I asked - who of you is checker? One of them answered - its me! i said - demonstrate power! and he kicked his friend with the foot. I became to think how make this DC to fly or something else and awoke. 2-nd I was in my room, realize that its a dream, went through the wall to other room and stood there, thinking what to do next. Alarm clock woke me up.
I became while driving down empty street at night. A coworker drove up next to me, she also had her sister in the car. I yelled out to them, where are you going? After I said that they ended up pulling over to this really nice house. I parked right behind them and got out of the car when they did. We all greeted each other as we walked towards her door. I interupted them as they were talking to say, Can you take me Guru Padmasambhava?. I notice when I said this a pronouced his name with a strange accent. Her sister bowed to me and seemed to change form, while saying yes I can take you to him. She lead me into the house straight to kitchen. She said here is Guru padmasambhava. There was a mexican girl sitting in a chair with a green shirt on. I asked the girl are you padmasambhava and she responded yes. I thought maybe this is an emantion him or something. I got directly in the front of the girl saying nothing. Then she said aww your swollen and a tear came out of her eye. She reached out to give me a hug.
I might hate the school-week for dreaming, but Wednesdays are good, I get to sleep in.. First Lucid: There was no precursor to the lucid portion I was aware as the dream formed itself. The dream was forming in front of me and I did what I could to increase the vividness and overall clarity of it, rubbing my hands together and just willing more parts of it to form. Eventually it was stable enough so I decided to fly, it being the first on my three step task list. I jumped up into the air and began flying straight upwards, but I was going way to fast and I feared that I was going to go into space accidentally, again. So, I just went limp and allowed myself to fall back down and I landed back on my feet on the pavement of the parking lot I was previously in. I started walking, I had enough flying for now, and I came to a fence where there were a bunch of DCs, but no matter how much I tried to use telekinesis, it was just not working.. So, I kept trying and eventually the DCs got mad at me for interrupting their baseball game, as I was on a baseball field. And I talked to them and told them how it was my dream and I could be where I wanted. And after that my dream faded to black. Second Lucid: This one did have a precursor. I was walking with my younger brother to school, an elementary school, which he was apparently attending. (But that makes no sense, as, my little brother is in high school.) Anyways, so I passed a van with a man who looked at me and my brother and told us to have a good day. I replied back to him, you too. (Side-note: he was definitely getting a blowjob from what appeared to be a prostitute, which me and my brother remarked about as we continued walking.) So, we continued on towards his elementary school, which it was the actual elementary school that both he and I went. When we reached the field of the elementary school I suddenly became lucid. My mind immediately darts to getting points, so I jump and start flying, hoping to accomplish my three step task list in this dream. This time I don't fly with high speed and just, more of, glide nicely over a fence and into the school. And now flying was down just had telekinesis and interacting with a DC. Again my telekinesis was not working at all. I was getting a bit angry but I decided that I needed to focus, so I stopped and focused and used my telekinesis to move a DCs hand and bend his fingers around (don't worry it didn't hurt him.) Now there was telekinesis all that was left was interacting with a DC. I walked over to a lovely DC and asked her if she cared for a dance, extending my hand. I drew her in close to me and we began to dance, I mean how could she refuse me.. haha. So, my dream faded away as we were dancing but only visually, I could still feel her hands and both her and myself dancing, so we continued to dance until that too faded away.
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