Puffin

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This is probably, by far, the longest dream I've ever had!

I cannot remember exactly how this dream began, although I do know that I was in a mall setting. The floor was made of large smoky tiles, the walls white. The lights were dim, as if it had just shut down for the night, and outside it was dark; I could tell this because the triangular ceiling consisted of transparent glass panels. I was standing beside Will Graham, a character from the film Red Dragon (probably because I'd watched that movie the night before), and we were facing two other people, both of which were my classmates and good friends from school. We made a square, each of us at one point. There was another man sporting a suit and a long navy tie, positioned ten or twelve feet away from us, and was presumably the announcer of this each-man-for-themselves "duel". He began to speak.

"Each of you have been given a special power to use in this fight." As he spoke, Will stepped away and backed up against the wall, holding his hands up. "I'm not going to do this," he said. "I'm nervous." The remaining three of us continued to listen. "Puffin gets invulnerability." And then he pointed to my two friends consecutively. "You have the ability to run fast, and you have the ability to control electricity. Good luck." With that, he backed away and sat cross-legged on the floor beside Will, who was still standing. For some reason, I knelt down onto the ground and waited for the other two to charge at me. After a few moments of silence, they finally did. The fight itself was really just basic hand-to-hand combat, and no one used their powers. But I did get punched in the nose and didn't get hurt.

The next instant, I found myself in my bed with a white duvet pulled almost completely over me, my eyes already open. "Must have been a dream," I said to myself, and got up. The room wasn't my actual bedroom, but it was pretty large, around fourteen by fourteen feet, with soft tan carpet and light pink walls. I walked to the door, which had a white paint job, and opened it. The door led to a room with the same carpet, but it was much smaller and had a large flatscreen television on a black wooden desk. There was an ipod nano plugged in somewhere (I could see the cord and the device), and the computer screen was on but I can't recall what was on it. There was a cylindrical white garbage bin under the desk with a bunch of stuff in it; on top was the legible wrapper for a strawberry shortcake ice cream bar.

"We have these?" I asked. Someone had obviously eaten it, so I immediately went to our horizontal white freezer, which was in the same room right next to the door. I opened it and didn't feel any cold temperatures, but instead saw a cardboard box with the same type of label among other freezer foods. There were a few bars left, so I pulled one out and opened it. The bar looked exactly like the above picture. I took a bite and didn't taste strawberry filling, but something else. It took a few moments to realize what flavor it was. "Blueberry?" I said, surprised. "Gross". I looked where I took the bite and there was blue filling, not pink or red. I turned around to face the computer again, and there was another white door right beside it. I opened it and saw that it led into the street. I was facing a four-lane street with broken yellow dividers; cars ran along them at highway speeds. I stepped out of the door and looked around; around me were large city buildings that looked like ones a banking or insurance company would own, all with large glass windows. There were small buildings too, and I noted a convenience store that had a logo like 7-Eleven but didn't pay any more attention to it. I was only a few feet from the door I just walked through, when someone stepped beside me. I turned my head and was looking at a teenage boy, around seventeen years of age, with short brown hair. He was wearing an olive green t-shirt and blue jeans. He looked at me with a serious expression and said, "you're the only one that can do this. No one else will listen to me."

...Or something like that.

At that moment, I knew what I was looking for: a large car that looked like an Porsche 918 Spyder, except it was twice the size, covered with custom armor, and was carrying an atomic bomb. It was being driven by a heavily armed, schizophrenic man.

I looked at the cars rushing by on the highway, and began to run towards them. I took a huge leap, landing on top of a car that looked like an Audi R8 and crushing the front hood. I recoiled slightly from the landing and then heard a quiet exclamation from a man inside the car. But I didn't care, his car could be replaced. The world couldn't be. The car I landed on was still moving, just slower than the other vehicles now, and I jumped again, this time into the middle of traffic, contacting the pavement. I looked behind me and saw cars about to run me over, so I faced the direction of travel and began to run alongside traffic, in between lanes so I wouldn't get run over. After a while of running with the traffic at inhumane speeds, I heard the sound of a speeding engine. Still running, I looked behind me to see a large, generic black car rushing towards me, knocking out cars in its way as if they were made of plastic. It came up to me and I crouched down, pressing up with great force as it began to run me over. It flew into the air, a good hundred feet, and contacted the side of a tall business building. I looked at my hands and was covered in dirt, and I smelled blood. It wasn't coming from me though, I knew, so I continued to walk down the street. The vehicles on the road kept their distance from me now, slowing down practically to a crawl and moving in a uniform speed.

I kept walking for the next few minutes, occasionally looking up at the sky that was filled with thick clouds. There was no sun appearing today.

The road then ended. Cars that were travelling along this road with me disappeared, and at the end of the strip was a rectangular single-story building with a dark green stucco exterior. It had a single large, square-shaped wooden door. I heard muffled thrashing inside the building, as if someone was banging on the walls with a large object, trying to get out. I gathered myself and rammed into the door, breaking it down. But as I did, something huge broke through the walls and door, and zoomed right over top of my head. It was the massive car; I could see a large hockey puck-shaped piece of metal on the top of it. I looked back at the building, which was nearly totalled from the car. Then my gaze returned to the threat. I was determined to stop it.

I couldn't see the man, neither inside or outside the car, so I'd be spared gunshots and injury; for the most part anyways. I quickly walked towards the car, and music began to play in the background of the dream. I'd never heard an actual song playing in a dream before, so this was different. It was the distorted tune of Dani California, a song I listened to the night before this dream happened. When I got in close proximity, I hurled myself at the car and punched it, creating a huge hole and causing it to fly away from me a few feet. I continued to do this, beating the metal up. Each blow I delt, the car became more and more unrecognizeable. But hello, what about the bomb?

By now, the car was the consistency of a crumpled piece of paper. I backed up a few feet and then ran at it as fast as I could, landing one final hit. The car blasted away into the side of a semi truck and there was a massive explosion, mostly smoke but there was fire as well. It wasn't from the bomb, just the impact of the car against the truck. And I knew that the bomb was now deactivated (somehow). I'd find the man behind this someday.