TheSpiderSilva's Dream Journal

Okay, this is the story of one of my 6 or 7 lucid dreams. This happened about a year ago, but I remember it quite clearly since it is the most amazing non-sexual thing that has ever happened to me.

A little about me first, I love to fight. It's in my nature. I train in boxing, and I LOVE IT. My username "TheSpiderSilva", is actually a reference to Anderson "The Spider" Silva, the greatest mixed martial artists of all time. I could go on all day about my passion for fighting, but I'd rather just tell you about my dream, because the latter might be interesting to someone other than myself.

Since I mentioned Anderson Silva, here's a picture of him doing the matrix on Forrest Griffin:


He's currently 14-0 in the UFC (longest winning streak in UFC history), and hopefully he'll extend that UFC winning streak to 15 tomorrow after his fight with Chael Sonnen (which I'm nervous about).

Another thing about me, in all of my lucid dreams (all 6 or 7 of them), I have given myself the powers of Alex Mercer. He's the main protagonist in the video game "PROTOTYPE". He's an anti-hero, fighting for the good of the world, even if that means killing a few people.

Here is a picture of Alex:


He has a lot of insane powers.

Read about Alex's powers here under "Powers and Abilities", this page also contains his biography in case you want to know about him (I strongly recommend that you read it, because otherwise you might not understand my story):
http://prototype.wikia.com/wiki/Alex_Mercer

There are a few problems that I have with what they say about his powers. For one thing, he can easily lift tanks, throw them, or carry them up skyscrapers. The game won't let you do it, but that's not because he isn't strong enough. In Prototype 2, he easily flings a tank a mile with one arm, and that's without muscle mass (a power he has that increases his strength by a factor of two).

He also doesn't get hurt by bullets and missiles. They tone down his powers during gameplay severely, to give the game balance and make it challenging. He survived a nuke 5x the size of the Hiroshima bomb at the end of the first game.

Now, on to the dream.

I don't really remember what happened at first, but all of a sudden, I realized I was dreaming. Everything got incredibly vivid. The first thing I did was give myself Alex Mercer's powers, and then I went to Manhattan.

It was the Manhattan from Prototype though. There were a bunch of infected zombies, mutants, and the military was also there. I was actually fighting them for a while, having fun, getting the hang of my powers. One cool thing I did was leap off of a building, down towards the front of the tank, grabbed it by the barrel, jumped into the air with it, flipped over, and slammed the tank into a hunter.

In case you don't know what a hunter is, here's a picture:


I killed an infected mutant, and destroyed a tank. Two birds one stone.

I also gave myself a nice little weapon too. I tore the barrel off of the tank and started using it as a baseball bat. I was destroying everybody with it, and having a crazy amount of fun doing it.

I eventually got tired of the tank barrel, so I flung it at an apache (caused it to crash).

Eventually it had gotten to where I was the only man standing. Everyone and everything around me was destroyed (everything was trying to kill me so don't call me a psycho lol, I'm actually a nice guy).

Suddenly, I see something fly over me at a very high speed. It flew over a bunch of times. After a while, I started jumping upwards, trying to grab onto it. I missed the first several times. I eventually timed it right and grabbed onto it.

I noticed I was holding onto a leg, and also noticed that it was fucking IRON MAN.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

No reply.

All of a sudden, he stopped in mid flight (for a quick second), placed his legs on my shoulders, and pretty much kicked me down, which sent me flying towards the ground. We were a few thousand feet up. I landed on the street, laying in a crater caused by the impact of me hitting the pavement.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked myself.

-TO BE CONTINUED-