Thread: "the Mighty... Moonbeam?"

03/03/2007
"The Mighty....Moonbeam?"
Wow. I wish I could (or "didn't go to bed too drunk to") remember more of the details of this one, because it was pretty wild.
So, I was a girl in this dream (which is very rare). This girl was really depressed about something. Something had happened recently, but I can't remember what it was, that put me in this suicidal state. (There was one of those hospital crew tv shows on last night, Grey's Anatomy, I think, where this teenage girl that was really depressed about her body had razor scars all over her wrist. Turned out that the reason she didn't have what she figured was a "normal" body, for a girl, was that she might have actually been a boy, the doctors having found testes, inside of "her." I'm sure that kicked-off the whole idea for this dream....along with, maybe, recent talk about Moonbeam's weapon of choice being a nine, and the picture of her with her bow and arrows, but I'll get to that..)
So anyway, one day (in this dream) I'm just sitting around doing normal teenage stuff, and these two people show up, looking all Federal Agentish. They sat me down and told me that they needed me. I was to be part of a team that hunts (..I don't even know what to call them..)...these "people" who have died but, come back to life as these human-like beings with supernatural powers and the ability to move in and out of the astral and physical realms. They also told me that I was one of the creatures that I was about to be hunting. I didn't know it, but I had killed myself, due to depression, a few days or so ago and, having been a weapons/fighting expert in life (which I had no idea of until they just told me) they were going to need my help in this organization. To prove it, they pulled out a picture of "me" lying on the floor in my own blood as a white girl, with slit wrists, and hair that looked exactly like Moonbeam's! (I can't even say it was her, with any certainty. I can't even remember the last time I had a DV member dream. But damn, the coincedences! - especially with the whole weapons thing going on.)
Around here, the dream skips forward, and I'm with a few of these agents, at an indoor gun range. As they were talking, I remember feeling kind of out of place at this range....inexperienced, (It's been years since I've been to to the gun range but I should have my nine in a couple of weeks, which is probably why this whole thing was so fresh in my mind when I went to sleep, because the post about hers is one of the last posts I'd read.) They gave me this strange looking handgun. I can't really even remember what it was that made it seem so weird, but I know there was something odd about it. When they gave me the clip, I'd put it in and then stopped just before locking it into place. I don't know if my mind just slipped into character, thinking about how I'm about to be target practicing, or what, but when I locked in the clip and started shooting, my view shifted down the lane and within a foot or so of the target. I was actually hitting the same bullet hole over and over, as I squeezed off the whole clip. (Holy Shit I just remembered that, while I was typing O.o That part of the dream wasn't even in my notes, but I remember shooting right around the chest area over and over, into the same hole - something else that could have come from Moonbeam's Robin Hood picture. )
The dream (or my recall, whichever) skipped forward again and I, still as the girl, was in a hotel room with more of these agents. We were getting ready to go on an operation, obviously, and were gearing up. I had this ridiculously impossible arrangement of holsters and straps that I was trying to wrap around my body. I can remember at least 3 combat knives - one on my chest, one on my back, and one on my leg, a couple of layers of kevlar but, now that I'm thinking about it, I don't remember taking any handguns with us. Kind of ironic. Finally, we wrapped our faces and heads up, looking like some ninja/military hybrids or something. I looked in the mirror and could see nothing but the area around my eyes and remember walking out to the parking lot.
Next thing I know, I'm in some, seemingly old, traditional japanese-style setting - a fighting platform and tree-towers all around. I'd gotten into a fight with a whole group of people and completely cleaned house, using (as usual) a bo staff, that was made out of what I think was hollow bamboo. We had this really animeish style to the fight - like something you'd see on Kill Bill. It was tight - incredibly fast and graceful. Things, from there, had gotten out of hand and a bigger fight started. Everyone was in a panic and me and two of the other "agents" were running up a staircase into a huge Feudal Japanese-style (for lack of the correct terminology) building when a man dressed in gold-studded samurai garb rushes out in front of us. He pulls his hands back and creates a bright orange fireball between them. Launching it down at us, we all slip to the sides of the stair railing. The ball goes between us and crashes into the stairs below us, breaking them apart. We had to navigate around the hole to fall back a little bit, while this guy continues to manifest some crazy shit and throw it down at us. FInally, I began to realize I was dreaming, deducing it out of being in such a dangerous situation. At first, I think I tried to create my own fireball, or something, and failed, but something like that happened before I actually got the idea to catch his next fireball. I was a little apprehensive at first because I was thinking about the fire, but I knew I was dreaming and just tried not to think about it. I caught the next flaming ball, in my hands, and could feel the heat, coming off it, relieved when it didn't actually burn me, which was a pretty cool sensation. I threw it back at him and missed, still fighting in this long hall of a stairway with horizontal levels running across it, every dozen feet or so.
After that, he started slinging shurikens at me, and I copy-catted by flicking my hand out over and over, and invisioning the shurikens leaving my hands. I was able to produce those, without effort, and they flew like machine-gun fire, as did his. It was like playing Shinobi, back in the day, with the first-person shuriken-throwing. Fuckin nice.
SOMETHING happened at the end of the fight and damnit I just can't remember what it was. I had thought I'd killed him, at one point, but then he ended up coming back, and I had to kill him again. I remember the impression of how cinematic it was, but I just Can't Remember what it was.

But damn, I didn't even realizes how many references to Moonbeam that there actually were, until I typed it all out. Haha. That was a badass dream.