RebarGold

So I'm standing outside this really official-like building and there's this tall dude beside me with a giant black cloak and mask on...Yeah, you can't any more obvious than that, but lucky for us, other people were equally dressed up. Everyone was in this huge line entering the building and a young "lady" stood about three people down from us. I peeked over my shoulder to look at her, and she waved her fan at me. Because....I'm awesome like that.
I had a weird leather vesty thing on with the old-fashion white cotton tunic and dark cotton pants...But where other people were wearing fancy shoes with dangles and stuffz I was wearing boots like the dude beside me. I don't know enough about Victorian-Medieval age fashion to describe this properly!
So the line is shifting forward slowly and by the time we get to the entrance way to this gigantic wooden building this old dude with feathery wisps on his heads looks at us strangely. The obviousassassindudeissooooooobvious reaches over me to give him a slip of paper and we walk in while he's reading it.
Glass covers exhibits of weird glowing things and we move to the center of the room in the middle of the bustling crowd. People just walk around us, too busy with their own business to worry about us and the lady from the line walks by and shoves something into Mr. Black Coat's hands. He twists it over in his gloved hand and looks at me with a grin on his face I can't quite see. Small bursts of flame erupt from the tiny rock and we're both elbowing our ways to the other side of the room in the next breath. The lady is directly across from us, nearest the doorway. She waved her fan again.
The guy taps my shoulder and I know what he means without his asking. Generally, when I dream, I get this weird mark on left hand. The mark started stretching and ran up my arms, presumably my back and onto my right arm. I snapped my fingers and all the light provided by the fire and torches suddenly muted and died, but that's not even the coolest part. I had this weird sensation like a cool breeze on the parts of the skin that was marked and a weird electrical surge that didn't hurt. The mark didn't really glow when I did anything, but it got this weird silverish look to it.
-cough-Loveluciddreaming-cough-
People turned in circles, confused as the only light came from tiny little figures in the cases. The lady showed up in front of us again and Metal-Mask(that's his permanent name. I like this one the most.) disappeared in the crowd with her. Finding a gap in my dream to do something interesting, I tip-toed over to the figures that people were completely ignoring in the chaos. They were all different, but similar to the last. Weird lines in 3D glowed random colors and spun at varying speeds. So I did what everyone would do: I reached for one through the glass as the mark stretched itself up my arm as I reached out, the glass amplifying the silvery look to it. My hands found a little faint red mess of sharp points spinning rapidly first and I pulled it out of the glass with me. It began to lose its definition and seep into my skin as I closed my hands in reaction to the weird numbing feeling. The figure crushed into my skin and disappeared with a weird tingle.
I felt another tap on my shoulder and Metal-Mask dragged the back of my collar a few feet away from the container before I caught up with his blistering speed. A shadow was lying limp on his shoulder as the lady kept a few paces behind us, smiling and catching the eye of anyone around. The line had dispersed by the time we were outside and a dimly lit river stood against the darkness of the night. We moved a bit quicker in the clear outdoors and we sliding down a bank to a small boat before any of the other patrons had found their way outside.
The lady was running towards us, having disposed of the dress, fan and any other fascinatingly dull baubles. She jumped into the boat and Metal-Mask pushed off, everyone exchanging a slight smirk as the body in the boat gave a neurotic shudder.
A slight roar erupted in the background and a yellow fire burst out of the first window, eating wooden planks by the second. I didn't seem too bothered by it, though. They probably deserved it, but I wondered if the other glowy-happy things survived.


There's three other parts to this dream, but I am WAAAY too lazy to type it all up.