Scrawlings of a Mad Man

Now that I think about, I spent a good amount of yesterday reading things on DnD. That may have influenced my dreams... Interesting. I may try to take advantage of that.

1) Dungeon like setting. I was chasing after a medium sized fairy, through the stone hallways of the complex. I used telekinesis to stop her then shocked her with electricity.

2) LUCID. I decide to go ask for general advice from my dreams about my waking life. I am in a bookstore, which I recall is a relatively common place for my dreams. I head into a room, expecting to see a representation of my subconscious inside. If anyone has seen Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End, the scene looked like the steam house scene at the start. A tattooed, bald, and bearded asian man rose from a hot bath in the middle of the room, and started to speak to me. "What you need is time." is the only thing I can remember from what he said.

3) SEMI-LUCID (In my definitions, this means I am aware that is a dream on some level. Normally, this means I play along with the dream and take on whatever character I am as real and true, but without realizing I am. So I am the character, not the player behind him in my words.) I am a dangerous and powerful man. Telekinesis, magic. And enemies seek to prevent me from causing destruction. Earlier in this period, I had avoided killing, even the soldiers trying to capture me. But something changes... A friend of mine (who was a talking dauschaund...) was injured and dying from one of the fights. Despairing, I absorbed him into myself, to prevent any possible suffering from him. The absorption only works in stages though, and in the end I use fire to put him out of his misery.

I am now on a road, furious and loo king for blood. Troops of enemies (I do not recall seeing them actually armed, so troops in the minions sense of the word) are around. Using my mind, I pick up a big rig truck and "hold" it next to me. My hands are in a position like I'm holding a minigun, both clenched into fists about a foot apart in front of me. I fling it off down the road, exploding it as it approaches the men (pulling my hands quickly apart to cause it).