Here be dragons

The first dream is from yesterday, I was too tired to put it here.

Space opera:
I'm in a gigantic spaceship, watching two men argue violently. One of them is obsviously military, trying to keep the other in rank. The other is some kind of scientist with psionics abilities, and he abrutly end the discution with what amoung to a force-shock, effectivly killing the military man. I run away before he sees me, along a curved corridor with lights embedded in the wall and shining white panels. I reach a vertical shaft cutting the corridor and flight myself upward using some kind of telekinesis, until I find a sas that open into a lab with a lot of people in lab coats, busy working. Some of them have a light halo around their heads, and are in charge of the other. I tug at the sleeves of the worker closer to me and gently levitate them into the sas. One of the man with a halo tells me "I'm not allowed to carry butterflies with me." I understand that butterfly is a slang to designate non-psionics peoples. I grab the railing and keep picking up the butterflies to get them away.


Relativity in time and space.
I'm in a big house, almost a manor, with another woman around my age. We're trying to protect a child from someone, and we have the help of a two men: a young, good-looking one with the face of a cursed poet and slighty curly brown hair, and a taller, more brutish one with a gentle streak. Both of them know of a place in which time is folded on itself, and the door keeps changing place. The poet seems to like me a lot and each time we find the door and get inside he welcomes me with a hug. The child, the woman and me keep changing outfits, matching the place and the time we get in each time the safe haven moves, leaving us behnd.

Still sick.

I'm in a gigantic building, with lots and lots of people rushing in to get a appartment. I fly over them, somehow confident that I'm not concerned. People are getting angry and rebellious, screaming at the pudgy man in charge. I'm still flying, rushing between the blocs making up the place. I have no clue about how those people could even live here; it's seem to be made for flying peoples. I get alll the way up this impossible building, there is a sort of inner terrace leading to absolutly gigantic doors of carved wood.The noise is starting to get to me, and I scream at them "For fuck's sake people, I own the damn place!" it seem to calm them down, and I use telekinetic power to open the heavy wood doors and get in the appartment. It looks a little like a church, with wooden floor and white walls with stained glass windows. I use my powers to light up the candles resting in brass candlesticks, everything is bathed in a warm yellow light. I walk around a little, them I realise I'm looking for someone named Thomas. I start to go through the room, some of them are in the dark, other brightly lit. I seem a handful of people, all men, but non of them is thomas; in the fuzzy memory I have of him, he is like me, winged.

I wake up.

No snake involved in last night dream, have an adventure instead.

I am in a east-european village, all stone and narrow muddy paths, with an overcast sky and chilling atmosphere. There isn't many people in the street, save for a black carriage without horses and a older gentleman with sweeping white hair. I walk to him and he hands me a curved sword. I tie it to my waist and go on to the center of the village; I need to go throught it to reach a castle looming on a hill. I put the sword to good use as a group of bandits attacked me with a knife that looks like it's made from a rasor blade monted on a oyster knife's handle. I know that this thing is made to slit throat and I dispatch them. I then go to the inn, it's pretty packed but I can't put my weapon away; I feel a painful pressure everytime I try.
I head out and finaly reach the castle. A pack of giant wolves is waiting for me, some of them with brlood red fur. I slay the ones who attack me, before one of the survivor take me on his back to enter the castle. What's left of the pack is following us, I notice that they're all brown, and somme of them have ribbon around their necks. I get off my wolf companion and walck up some stairs with an white wolf playfully nipping at my heels*. I become aware that someone is narrating what I'm doing, but I don't pay close attention to it.
The celling is lower and lower, I have to go to a big door that open in a high-celing room that seem to cover all the back of the castle. I swich on the light and see an enormous cat I think is mine** an go to the over side of the room, which is full all light thanks to gigantic windows. I can see the slab grey sea, an manucured lawn and a blue pool.
I subdue the light so my wolfs can come with me and find a deckchair to lounge on. My family join me, and I use mind power to lock the door going into the dark room for their safety. My grand mother start complaining about it and the windows start slamming open because of a strong wind. I try to keep them closed with my mind, but I can't until I make microscopic holes in the glass panel, "so the salt can go through" as my grand-mother say.

The dream flicker and I'm buying clothes with my sister before waking up.

*an habit of my sister's dog, who does have white fur.
**which is funny, because the mighty kitty is mighty in his mind but not much in his size.

Got startled awake by a phone at 9 am, only got 4 hours of sleep and mighty kitty still fast asleep, I followed his lead and got back to bed. Took me way to long to fall back asleep, thanks advertising compagny

I was in a amusement park, and I remembered that it was owned by Disney*. I was walking around in the restaurant of a hotel with big windows that overlooked a harbor. The walls were white with a wooden trim and the floor carpeted. There was a handful of buffet tables, and someone had left their bikes against one of them. Being my usual clumsy self, I knocked both of them on the floor and had a hard time picked them up. I moved one of them to a railing, them tried to move the other one, but it was really heavy. Feed up by this, I decided to lift it up using telekinesis and placed it back against the table. I started to walk away, then I paused.

Wait, I juste used TELEKINESIS. That's a dream, right?**
I looked auround, surprised. I thought this would come back, but not that quick. I tentativly walked back in the lobby of the hotel and found myself in a corridor. I looked myself over and discovered that I've wandered around wearing a pink, plushy, very short bathrobe*** all this time. Not really having a clear objective for this dream (since I thought I would have time to come up with one...) I decided to keep walking around and maybe find something interesting.
Upon finding a mirror, I tried to change my clothes. I opened the bathrobe and inveiled a multicolored, iridescent corset underneath. My arms were still kind of twisted in the bathrobe and the dream was going a little fuzzy, so I simply changed it into an short vest in the same color that the corset and slipped it back.
Shortly after, I lost my vision, everything going black and white before fading to black.
I feel like I'm waking up, and push myself back into the dream.
I ended up in front of my real house, standing in front of my window. my lucidity was very, very low, and while I was aware that it was a dream, I was pretty much a passive spectator. I turned to my left and put my right hand behind my back**** to summon Eli, but nothing came and I started to feel a weird sens of dread. I looked back behind me and saw a figure huddled against the palm tree that's in my front law, looking even crying or in pain. I quickly walked up to it, calling Eli's name. I kneeled beside the figure, but it wasn't Eli. It was an male DC, with shapeshifting features. He got up and started to cornered me. David showed up, his hair shifting from ginger to white and them back, pushing the DC away and pulling me to his side. We all walked up to the street and the male DC started to go to another house. We followed him, even if I felt unhappy about it. He entered the house and I finnaly woke up.

* That was of course a fake souvenir. And there wasn't any hidden mickey!
** a accurate reddition of my thought process, caps and all.
*** I own the same one in real life. It's comfy. And I don't wear it in public, that would cause the fashion police to come after me.
**** That was my go-to method to summon people while lucid and never failed me before (I had a better level of dream control though.) It's dead easy: put your hand behind you and expect someone slip their hand in it. I had someone putting me in an armlock once, but he was a jerk.