yumiko27

I think this may have been my first WILD.

I panicked.
Having entered the dream world, I did something incredibly rude in the first few "seconds" I was there. I had accidentally cut off some guard's head.
I didn't mean to do it.
I just wanted to talk to them about something and when they opened the heavy door, I automatically slammed it on the guy's neck. Apparently, he could also change into a black cat.
Of course, that was also headless.
I thought about walking in there and explaining that I didn't mean to do any of that, but I could feel the animosity and knew I had to get out there. So, I jumped up and flew. For some reason, something was keeping me down. I thought it was the area with all its animosity, but it was probably my own inexperience with flying. When I'm mad, I tend to gain a lot of determination and motivation (and I'm not a very motivated person), so after that the flying was quite simple.
I just knew I had to get out there.
I flew up and up until I saw the building.
It was a castle, probably made out of limestone, and shaped like an octagon.
A dangerous castle resting upon golden sands that seemingly stretched for miles.
Still upset, I lifted my hands and flicked my wrists. With each flick, I set fire to the building. Finally, I gathered up enough power and...
*BANG!*
The castle started to crumble as easily as the sand beneath it.
I felt a sense of power, but not from flying. It was from destroying that castle. Honestly, aside from the breathtaking views, flying was not as grand as I thought it would be.

Then, I woke up. I suppose I could consider something like that a nightmare, but I only consider it one if I can't control the outcome of the bad dream. So, it wasn't a nightmare.