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(In this dream I am not me, I am someone of the opposite gender, and about 35 years old, but It takes place in my house...weird.) I'm in the bathroom with my cellphone texting with some woman, apparently we're are in love and I'm cheating on my wife with her. I convince her to come visit me even though she resists. She thinks I won't love her anymore when we meet or something. When she arrives I can't see her, but her friend who looks exactly like Jennifer Lawrence tells me that she is in the room, confused I ask her where>? The friend says she's walking around, at that moment I realize why she was worried about meeting me, she think I won't love her since she is in another realm or spirit world, But she has sent me pictures of herself on the cellphone, so I ask her if I can see her in picture why can't I see her here? then the friend says because she isn't making it so. I ask her to, then she becomes somewhat visible to me and she walks up to me. I'm still confused about the whole thing, but her friend says she is the energy bringer and she loves energy and drains some from everyone and she can make her appear or disappear, the friend says her name is Aphrodite. Then they both disappear and leave more alone than I've ever been.

02/21/11

Door after door leading to white hallway after white hallway. "You must remember the way," he says, "For you will return alone."

The next room is an airy loft, warm lights illuminating hardwood floors and brick walls, black leather furniture and red accents. Light streams in from the windows, but I don't look outside. My focus is on the jewelry box which sits on the black coffee table.

Dark stained oak, cheap brass clasp. Approximately six inches across, four inches tall, five inches deep. I flick open the cheap brass clasp. Red velvet? Darker. Not black, too repetitive. Inside the box is an onyx pendant, oval-shaped, set in silver.



My mind filters the details automatically, but I'm focused on the brief spark of red energy, invisible threads latching onto my energy reserves and trailing through another level of the dream-world. A horcrux, then.

Dark. Underground. Cavernous. Walls drip with slime and... blood, yes. No smell, no sensory input other than sight. Area is large, but confining. Can feel the thing trapped here, straining against its bonds.

Sharp movement. Living, shapeless mass of flesh and grinding bone. Something claws its way from inside, tears the creature open from the inside. A humanoid figure steps out of the bloody, writhing thing. This is the monster.

"Run," I say to the other man. "You need to get as far away from me–"

Too late. The room goes pure white in an instant, powered by the horcrux's parasitic bond. A cloaked figure unfurls itself across the room, stands up straight and I make a sharp gesture with my ebony wand, shouting and pulling on the emotions that I need to fuel the spell.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

White noise is deafening and the room gets brighter than should be possible and - nothing.






He sits poised on the far end of the couch, staring disapprovingly at his cup of tea. Earl Grey in delicate white china, set in a saucer that he holds in his left hand. I'm on the other end of the couch, looking straight at him. I probably have a cup of tea, or maybe it's sitting on the coffee table.

"So," I say casually, "From one dark wizard to another..."

He smirks at that. "A dark wizard, Harry? You?"

"This time around, it's different." I say with a scowl, "What was the first curse I cast at you, again?"

"As I recall," he says, taking a sip of the tea, "You attempted to cast the killing curse."

Attempted–?

"You lack the hatred required to fuel the spell." He explains, and he meets my eyes. "This version of you does not love, Harry. All you have is apathy."

Trinkets. Scare Factor: 3.

Please don't criticize it's only a dream and I happen to like Naruto, very entertaining and I know not a lot of people like it. Anyhow I remember watching 2 episodes a few days ago and somehow i dreamed about the abilities so here ya go.

I had the ab1ility like Naruto to control Nature energy but a bit harder for me, so i went to see my mom to a far end room and told her where the 2 big guards were? she told me that she gets moody when i wake her up and told her to mess me with me or make me wait to much or I'd get angry, but in the end told me that the guards would arrive at 1 o'clock, she asked me why and i told he because I'm going to beat them up because they beat me, but it was really because they beat Hinata for not having enough money to pay the guys. So i go outside and its night dark and I am at the "Les Saules" street by my old place in Quebec outside, I grab a leaf and another bigger leaf and cut the half of the blade i put them on the floor besides me by the door and I sit down to gather nature energy. I do so and I almost turned into a frog but managed to enter sage mode, I don't remember if I had frog eyes like Naruto but I once i entered sage mode i was overflowing with orange energy or chakra and so were the leaves, i grabbed the small one and swung it at the cement ground and cut though it like butter i was like "damn son". Anyway I decide to got o the park to show off and wonder if I have super strength so as i go through the grass right across the street i see a tree and decide to kick it hard to see what would happen, however i would only see like an orange slash as if my leg was a sword or something. So i go to the park and notice a lot of kids with parents and i walk slowly and realize i had lost sage mode so i look around and stuff, realizing I wanted to lift a big rock in the park in front of the school i sit down and there are few people behind me, so i sit down and put the leaves besides me again and start gathering natural energy having a bit of trouble because the people were singing and kids yelling a bit. I anyway ended up entering sage mode but as i do so a started glowing again with orange aura along with the leaves but somehow it was stronger like a mini blast and the leaves were going straight towards the children and adults, i so since i had speed i jumped and threw wired kunais with orange aura so that i could grab the leaves before they would cut those people. Don't remember much after there was not very much but i think i remember being in a ship and was sitting down gathering natural energy again and there was a frog i think in front of me. I somehow i think i"m not was half lucid in that dream, but i don't think so, but since i told myself to remember my dream when i would wake before falling asleep, it worked and I'm happy I could remember that many details.

If you're curious I recommend you go watch episode 163 skip the first 12 mins(you'll see what I referring to) and 164 a bit more than half way through the kick I was planning to do the the tree I mentioned (around 11 mins in). Watch only if you want to know to what I was referring to

Thursday, June 24, 2010

A note to our teenage adventure protagonist: we're totally messing with you.

Our surroundings are bright, a world of clear glass windows surrounded by sunlight. My footfalls are light and airy, bearing none of the gravity that this situation should require. I am calm, cool, and collected as I approach the dark-haired man at the top of the dias.

"You should know, Amon," I say, "That you can't possibly win."

Amon surveys the horizon, his back turned to me. "We don't have to do this," he says quietly. "You could give up the girl..."

"That's not going to happen."

Amon turns to face me, dark energy forming in a globe between his hands. He's still young. I barely have time to process the thought. I'm dodging. Blackness swallows up the staircase I was standing on a moment ago.

I bring my hands together, pull them apart in a quick motion. A lance of energy surges toward Amon, aiming for the heart.

I'm sitting at a four-person booth in a restaurant, nursing a cup of coffee. I hold it up and breathe in the warm scent, before setting it back down with a clink on the table. I glance up at Amon, who's sitting across from me at the table. The corner of his mouth is twitching up into a smile, though he's trying to suppress it.

Beside me is the girl I was talking about before, our protagonist, Sasha. I love playing a supporting character. She's glancing up at Amon and back at the table, trying to look for all the world like she's not about to bolt at the first sign of hostility.

I have to chuckle. "So. Do you think this counts as an anti-climax?"

Amon's about to point out the double-entendre, but Sasha cuts him off.

"What the hell, ---?" she says, twisting to face me directly. "He was trying to kill you!"

"Nah," I say, leaning back in my seat, "Amon and I aren't enemies. Are we, Amon?"

"Nope," he says, barely keeping a straight face.

"Tell him about your problem." I say, my expression far too earnest.

"I can't remember my parents' eye colours, okay? They keep changing!" Sasha springs up from her seat and stomps away to the restroom.

"Who pays attention to their parents' eye colours?" asks Amon.

"Weird people. Or very observant ones?" I wonder. "Anyway, I took a look at her memories, and they have been tampered with."

"And you just got rid of her. Am I thinking what you're thinking?"

I nod, gleefully. "We should investigate."

We slip away from the diner and back into the mall we just destroyed. I press a few random buttons on a keypad and the door opens with a hiss. I walk right in, Amon following close behind. We're in the clothing department, where a couple missing parents should be frozen as mannequins.

"If we have all of the permutations right," I muse, wandering over to a control panel disguised as a jewellery counter, "We should just be able to enter them here."

Amon presses a few places on a blank wall. As he touches them, the spots light up in squares. He finishes the combination and steps back. I hear a low hum permeate the air around us.

"I have a bad feeling about this." I mutter.

Amon shoots me a glare. "I don't like your bad feelings," says Amon. "They make bad things happen."

The mannequins in the display near us, half a dozen at least, start to twitch.

Mind Games. Scare Factor: 2.