Cities in the Astral

02/02/15 I had been dreaming about a childhood friend and his father and we were talking about fishing gear and such. I was sort of lucid, but not paying much attention. We were walking along a city street and came to a bridge. There was some form of protest going on, sort of like a picket line. I did not bother to focus on it and started across the bridge.

From the side it appeared like a small gang of hoods decided to mess with me. They came out behind me (I guess I sensed them, as I did not bother looking back.) I heard them call out angerly after me. I tried to not think about it as that would just make it happen all the more. I went into a building and caught a glimse of them chasing me (but I was not running.) I told myself to ignore it, and refused to acknowledge the stimuli. I opened a door and went out into a parking garage and down a short set of stairs. When I was only about 10 feet past the bottom of the stairs a thug bursts out of the door and yells something at me.

I decided that ignoring this was not going to help, so I turned around. There stood a gang type person and he pulled out what looked like a 9 mm handgun and pointed it at my face. I guess my dream is insisting I pay attention, but I do not get concerned, this is all virtual reality afterall. I take a couple steps towards him, and he unloads the entire clip into my face at near point blank range!

I do not respond and while it seems pretty real I just picture the bullets bouncing off. They do not even bounce off, they more reflect off like light on a mirror. The bullets reflect off in random directions and I reach the gangster. I reach out and crush his head (no goar, it just vaporizes.) I go back through the door and another bad guy is coming down the hall. I make a gesture like clearing a cobweb from in front of me, and he slamms into the wall so hard he pops (again no goar, just vaporized.) I turn a corner and there is another bad guy running at me.

I decide this is stupid and needs to be treated like a joke. I certainly do not like violent dreams and want to end this. So, instead of destroying this guy I grab him and give him a powerful 'wedgie' yanking the back of his underware up very soundly. I use that handle to stear him througha door to a room I make a bathroom. I shove his head in the toilet and give hima 'swirly,' flushing the toilet with his head in it.

That was the last I saw of any "bad guys," and was able to get back to not paying much attention to the dream.