J.D.

03.04.2011

Power Trip (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I became lucid quite a few times during the night, but it's now nearly time for bed again, so my memory has seriously deteriorated.

I was taking part in a giant street battle. I think it was inspired by watching recent news reports of Egypt/Libya uprisings. I was part of the rebellious horde, leading an army of thousands up a hill to a monument. It was surrounded by a roundabout- it reminded me slightly of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. All my army were wearing red, apparently it was our colour. The top of the street filled with government troops, and they started to advance on us. I began to charge, and the army followed. I screamed out a war cry as I pulled back my fist, which burst into flames. The government army had stopped in their tracks by the time we reached them, and I swung my flaming fist with all the force I could muster. It was like a small explosion. Several troops were blasted into the air, and more followed. I felt like Sauron (If you've ever seen that part in LoTR when he joins in the battle). Pure badassery was being dished out.

A while later, I noticed that a large coach had been inconveniently parked at the top of the street leading to the monument where all the government troops were. It had the unfortunate effect of funnelling all my red brothers-in-arms into their firing line. They were getting mown down, and had nowhere to go upon reaching the top of the hill. I pushed my way through the scrambling crowd, over to the coach. I lifted it up over my head. As I did so, the fighting around me stopped as people on both sides stared. After a quick psych-up, I launched it vertically. I assume it went into space, because it disappeared into the sky and never came back down. The reds cheered, as they were now able to run and find cover at the top of the hill.