Created Sunday 13 March 2016
Could note one dream before the first awakening, and a number of smaller dreams during a loop of sleep and wakings afterwards. Much details were forgotten for all of these, particularly how they started. There was also scraps of a later dream, where I was in some apartment discussing previous dreams with my brother, Marco, and the many powers and abilities I've displayed distinctly between lucid and non-lucid dreams. He found it humorous, much to my embarrassment. I'm also kinda sure of something about eating my nephew's leftover food (not an uncommon occurrence in waking reality).
Dream 1 - Air Raider
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was a passenger inside a large vehicle (a full-sized van, I think?), travelling through an urban environment under a grey sky. A few familiar figures there with me, of whom I could identify Yana, mom, and dad.
Seemed to think we were going to a beach. We had to stop early, for Yana apparently had stomach troubles, and couldn't hold it in. There was a discussion on the nasty matter, but I'd rather leave it unsaid. Anyway, we parked at an inclined street. The shops around us were all sealed with roll-up doors, so we went along downhill. Yana rushed off ahead, and I tried to keep up with her, but couldn't. Meanwhile, my parents lingered behind. Figured out I could fly. I used this to hover quickly down the sidewalk, yet I still could not catch up to my sister. What's more, I lost track of where I was.
I landed and paced around nervously. In time, I noticed someone was stalking closely behind me, a tanned skinned, shaved haired guy, about in his mid-twenties, and wearing a baggy blue shirt. He was obviously up to something. Indeed, as he passed me by, he snapped his hand towards the right pocket of my navy blue shorts, right where I kept my wallet. I reactively shoved my own hand there to interpose. In turn, the thug tried wresting my wallet out of my grip, grasping my free arm from behind as we struggled.
It was then that I realized I had other powers, namely control over electricity and air. And so, after barely grabbing hold of his chest with my left hand, I tensed my fingers, from which invisible currents surged into the thug. He backs off, and tried walking away all unassuming like. But I was flaring with unreasonable hate. "He needed to die", I thought.
I motioned my hands around towards him, as if handling an unseen basketball. Just then, a transparent yet visible gust circled around his head in a vacuum. The thug dropped on his knees, gasping for breath. It took only seconds for him to fall lifeless. I looked down on his corpse for a moment, glaring at him with bitter contempt, before I walked off.
My view discorporates for a moment, following a path into an unknown home. This place was well decorated, a possible indication of high society. Lounging around on a sofa were a formally dressed couple, both late middle aged and with light skin and dark hair. The two were speaking in Spanish, complaining of some matter, something about their son's antics.
Soon, another pair of figures walk into the area, neither seeming of reputable origins. One was a wiry twenty-something year old guy, very energetic and twitchy, and with a disturbed look in his always widened and dilated eyes. Don't remember much of the other guy, save that he was subordinate to his shorter, skinnier fellow.
I then manifest at the home's entrance, where I had been given the form of a big obese guy, black hair long and unkempt, and his clothes very baggy. The supposed son, I presumed. Moreover, I felt completely drenched, as if I've been swimming recently.
Well, "I" go to the living room, where I sat down on a cushioned bar stool that should have by all means collapsed under this form's weight. Nearby were the parents, both averting their eyes in disappointment. They start making indirect passive-aggressive remarks about "me", mainly sour advice. But I ignored them, minding instead all the powers I've exhibited beforehand.
After that, I cross through a hallway towards "my" room. This place was a dump, with much clothes, beddings, and shoes scattered all throughout, and a heavy stench of tobacco masking various other unpleasant odors. To my surprise, I found the skinny guy and his partner were waiting there, the former sitting on a wide bed in the middle, and the latter standing somewhere to the left. I knew they weren't there for pleasantries. Some unresolved money problems, perhaps?
As expected, the madman dashes right towards me. He almost caught up, until I reflexively conjured a vortex around his head, all while backpedalling. And yet, his resolve allowed him to push towards me through most of the hallway, and he would have reached me if he didn't succumb in the last second. The skinny guy stumbles around wildly, crashing, flailing, and slamming against the walls before falling over breathless.
Just then, his goon interrupts my attack with a body check. I respond quickly by grabbing at, and blasting a spinning blast of wind, in his face, leaving him reeling from dizziness until he fell over backwards. Afterwards, I refocus the vacuum on my first target, where I finally suffocate him before he had the chance to recover.
I don't remember anything else until the dream ended.
Dream 2 - Inconveniently Short Duration Awareness
The visuals were very blurred. I was in a convenience store, supposedly employed there. Working the register, which was in the middle, for some reason, was my uncle, Timothy.
Don't remember much, besides wandering the aisles for a bit. At one point, I somehow found out I was dreaming. But as I wondered what to do next, the environment warped. There were a few non-lucid scenes afterwards, but I don't know anything else.