Well, I wasn't able to post this earlier up until now basically because my account wasn't authenticated yet. But now it is and I can share my story. :content:
My dream began with a younger version of myself (somewhere within the 12 - 14 year old range) walking down a city block with a backpack on. I was with one of my friends and we were making small talk about some of the current events that were happening in the world. Anyway, I saw an alleyway to my right that went straight through to the other side of the avenue, so that I didn't have to go around the entire block in order to get to the other side. I told my friend - "Hey, let's take this shortcut - we can save at least 20 minutes of walking!" He nodded his head acknowledging "No." then kept on walking. I shrugged him off and decided to go into the alleyway for the shortcut anyway. About halfway through the alleyway, three punks approached me all dressed in clad jet black leather jackets wielding various melee weapons such as a flail (a stick with a metal chain at the end), a bunch of metal chains, and a wooden baseball bat. The leftmost punk was fatter than the rest, had a green short mohawk with several piercing on his face. The middle was obviously the leader, and he was skinner than the rest with a tall pink mohawk and several more piercings than the fat one on the left. The one on the right was totally bald and had a tatoo on his face that covered about half of it. The pink-haired punk approached me and said in a rather raspy voice: "Drop your backpack." I looked at him with a puzzled expression and said "Why?" The pink-haired punk smiled and began lifting his baseball bat up and down patting it on his palm. At this moment, I noticed my friend had made it to the other side of the alleyway and was staring down the alleyway at me. He turned around and ran away. What a good friend. Anyway, for some strange reason - probably absolutely no reason at all I began staring at the fat one on the left. I thought about what year it was and how impossible or unlikely that punks would still be around robbing people. Then, all of a sudden I became my current age (16) and put my hand out in front of me. In a very determined and overpowering voice I said: "This is my world, this is my dream. You are all but figments of MY imagination. I began screaming. "I DO NOT FEAR YOU!"
At that moment, the green haired fat punk had an absolutely horrified expression on his face, and his whispered underneath his breath: "He knows.. dear god.. he knows.." to the pink-haired leader. All three of them turned around dropped their weapons and began running up the alleyway, but I closed my hand and the walls of the alleyway pressed together and smushed them into a thin red paste with that leaked down near my feet. I then looked at my clenched fist and with great excitement I said to myself: "My world.. I can do anything.. absolutely anything..." I then looked upward towards the sky and put my fist into the air. With a sudden leap, I flew upwards leaving the city below me looking like a miniature replica of a city. I ploughed through clouds and eventually flew over a field of them leaving me hanging in absolute freedom over a floor of clouds and the bright sun shining in my face. I smiled with absolute glee that I was able to do this, but then at that moment I began falling. I tried to snap out of the fall, repeating "This isn't possible, I can fly! I was just flying!" but I kept falling and falling. Eventually, I landed directly on top of a taxi cab in the street, smashed it inward and died.
Any advice? Comments? All feedback positive and negative appreciated.
