The dream i dreamed last night

I told this to my fiance and he said I should post here. He thinks I'm a high level dreamer just cuz I can fly and use powers whenever I want to, but for me, that's as natural as walking or using limbs. You can use your legs to walk in a dream? I can use my powers in a dream. Let me start with some background about me. I am a witch. That would probably be the most helpful info here. And, you have not only more powers in a dream but they work better. What is interesting is, many people consider "powers" to require a lucid dream. Not for me. I can have a dream where I control nothing, but I always can control myself and my abilities. so out of what I remember, I was outside of a shopping mall with lots of stuck up stores with giant names that are stupid like in a real mall. It was attached to a beach, a waterpark in the distance, a carnival next to it, and then a giant renaissance-y castle. Super giant, mansion-like, it was probably the size of 2 english castle put together with endless stairways, pathways, gardens, fountains, balconies, really cool. In my dreams castles are always partially deteriorating because they are old. Unlike dream diccionaries, that means nothing negative for me. Also, you may need to know I am a goth, because that influences my perceptions of both ancient castles(love them) and malls(hate them). I remember, I was outside of a shopping mall with lots of stuck up stores with giant names that are stupid like in a real mall. It was attached to a beach, a waterpark in the distance, a carnival next to it, and then a giant renaissance-y castle. Super giant, mansion-like, it was probably the size of 2 english castle put together with endless stairways, pathways, gardens, fountains, balconies, really cool. In my dreams castles are always partially deteriorating because they are old. Unlike dream diccionaries, that means nothing negative for me. Also, you may need to know I am a goth, because that influences my perceptions of both ancient castles(love them) and malls(hate them). I was trying to decide which place out of all the places I wanted to go to. This clique of snobby stuck up preppy popular girls was in the dream, their leader was this blonde girl(of course blonde, right? And I'm talking lemony blonde, the barbie-est of blondes). They always were walking by saying arrogant and demeaning/patronizing things in a catty tone of voice, seeming nice but really they would've spit on me and laughed if they thought no one was watching. So I said to their leader, talking to her in her tone of voice and imitating her, an eye for an eye. I said something nice in that bitchy tone, just like they do: which was, "Hi, honey, how are you doing! oh I couldn't WAIT to see you! how have you been these days, have you been doing anything? No? Too bad, I am really busy with my fashion shoots these days!" And she whispered to here friends, "I think she is really trying to be friends with us!" and smiled in that evil way they always do, and said "graaaatttee!!! do you want to come over tonight? me and the girls are having a little cocktail party" and I realized with alarming shock that she ACTUALLY counted ME as a REAL friend, after only ONE snotty-toned comment meant to do exactly the OPPOSITE!! The irony! with panic, I realized I would now be considered a part of this group I totally did not respect for treating people like me like dirt, and now I would be expected to treat OTHER people like ME like dirt!! I was only pretending but they took it as me being genuine, when my intent was to be as malicious towards them as they were to me!! clearly it wasn't working. mment meant to do exactly the OPPOSITE!! The irony! with panic, I realized I would now be considered a part of this group I totally did not respect for treating people like me like dirt, and now I would be expected to treat OTHER people like ME like dirt!! I was only pretending but they took it as me being genuine, when my intent was to be as malicious towards them as they were to me!! clearly it wasn't working. I said, in an OBVIOUSLY mean voice so they'd get the picture, "no, sorry, I hjave better things to do." and hated myself for saying something they always say. But when in rome, you speak roman. I wanted them to get the picture that I hate them just as much as they hated me until about 2 minutes ago(WTF??). So, then I was being followed by suspects in a child kidnapping that had no idea I knew that. They were half cartoon half human. Let me explain that. They were partly 2D and partly 3D. well, they weren't wavy. It was just from some angles they were 2D and from some angles they were 3D. They were very brightly colored and some lof them had the detail that reality has and some was just bold and simple with no detail, like a cartoon. Unlike cartoons they were all 40-50 something men who look like the kind of person that WOULD be a pervert, if you know what I mean. I kept trying to find good excuses to go somewhere else. "I have to go do this...etc" I was on a tower, like of white cement, very tall like the height of 1 house on top of another. And simple and white. I was at the top and I had this collection of candy(candy hearts), and some other odd thing I never would collect in real life, like shoeboxes with pictures on them. Well maybe if I was a littel kid but I am 24 years old. I collected rocks and coins, not candy. Anyway, I used magic to duplicate them, and I can't remember why. I told the objects, "go towards the back of the boxes" to tell the duplicates where to find room. It did not work and the objects that were my favorite fell off of the sides. So I jump/fell craftily? to the bottom, and for some reason abandoned that project. I said, "oh well, I can't get my favorites back anyway. Screw the whole collection." I began walking over towards the castle. In my dreams, ancient and fancy castles are always temples and spiritual centers, that contain knowledge and beautiful things that make me happy.
There was a river/stream of beautiful aqua blue leading up to the castle. It was 6 or 7 feet wide, and it began at my feet at the depth of a puddle on the ground after it rains, then gradually became about as deep as it was wide, and maybe a bit deeper. The ground however stayed the same level, not sloping, yet the water was not a hill. That is why I assumed it was fabricated by magic/k. In my dreams, depth of water has no meaning. I have often dove into 2 foot deep fountains and come out under the ocean or in a different place. There were beautiful mermaids sitting in the water relaxing against the sides which were like tan concrete paths. I said hi to them, since my goal was not to make conversation or go into their secret world. I can turn into a mermaid and travel to their sacred undersea places with them at any time. I was seeking spiritual knowledge and I wanted to go into the castle and look around. Mermaids don’t tend to say a lot anyways if you try to talk to them. They are more about action and showing than talking or telling.
I wanted more plain and obvious symbolic knowledge. I walked half in half out on the water path, like I was floating in it with my feet. I was very thirsty but I knew that it was sacred water, no way was I going to drink something that sacred!!I knew there would be a water fountain closer to the castle, castles have everything, and especially water: not just fountains of all sizes, but pools, for decoration or swimming, Decorative waterfalls. Where there’s water, there is more water. Anyway, this guardian lady who wasn’t a mermaid suddenly appeared. She had blonde hair, but was not like that other plastic-y blonde I’d talked to earlier at all. She had a calm, smiling, placid face which was glowy and her presence felt very different. The other girl’s presence reminded me of a giant, obnoxious, smacky thing, this one had the presence of something still yet powerful, which is not easy to understand or read, you are only given so much to work with…I guess mysterious. She said, in a voice that was like a combination between a bubbling fountain and windchimes, “who seeks to pass, what is your name?” in an English accent, lol, of course. Since it is a spiritual place I thought she was asking for my spiritual name…but people in dreams shapeshift a lot and I won’t trust even someone like this with that information, you never know. So I said, “I have a name that I use in places like this, but I can’t tell you. But you can call me Summerwind.” That’s very close to my craft name, but it isn’t it. It does have close to the same effect also. She said, “you may pass” in this authoritative kind of way which also sounded sigh-ish. So I could see the drinking fountain on the wall and the great huge carved door was slightly ajar, but I had to walk up 2 flights of 20-30 stairs each first. By the time I got to the top, I was too exhausted to drink the water, so I laid down on the steps and put my head down on the very top. They thought I was bowing in reverence…not quite! Darn, I will never get inside, I thought, and that it all that I remember before waking up.