May 16, 2015: The dream started when I was trying to take a magical gem encrusted gold sword out of a weird shell-like thing. Once I finally did (it apparently took awhile, as I remember having seen the sword before and having tried to take it out before), I went to my best friend, Logan and, hiding it behind my back the best that i can (it was a very long sword), I asked him what makes me so awesome. When he said what, I pulled the sword out from behind me and said "Because I'm the Chosen One!"
Oddly enough, he didn't look very impressed, but he did point out how an inch of the blade at the end was bent pretty badly. Frowning slightly, I went to my parents and showed them the bent tip, so they took it to the bathroom and pulled out wands, and broke one of them. Upon the breaking of this, a blue-white light shined out of it, clearly being the essence of magic. They put the energy to area it was bent, and imbued the sword further with magic; allowing it to repair itself and not be damaged again... but sacrificing my parents ability to use magic
Before it was complete, an old man came to us, seeking to stop the resurrection of the magical sword. Thought it wasn't done, I grabbed my sword and tried to stop him, but he grabbed the sword, letting his hand bleed as he tried to get past me. I tried to push back, but all it did was make his hand get injured worse as he went past me. I begun chanting, so that when he got the bathroom, I decided to use the ability the sword contained. Pulling the blade away from his hand, and putting it to the back of his neck, I shouted "Poison Blade!"
By this point, I simply wanted him to die, but, even with the poison in his veins and the blood gushing out from his hand, he stood up again, I pushed him out of the bathroom, pressing the tip to his chest until I cried 'Fire! FIre!" This caused fire to shoot out from the tip burning him. He stumbled around a bed and to a wall, where he slumped there. I walked towards him, and he stumbled off the wall, and fell down beside the bed. At this point, I pointed the sword at him and shouted 'Die!", holding back tears. He looked up, a pained look in his eyes, pleading to be given mercy... but I didn't give it to him. Still pointing the sword, I told him to die a few more times, hoping that I'd be able to let him pass on peacefully.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
My Powers VII: Fish Person
February 15, 2014: The dream started with my family and I going into an empty restaurant. We sat at a table, and the bartender asked about us. One of my family members explained we had reservations, so he left us alone after that. Not long afterwards, we all stood up, going to the door. As this happened, I heard a voice narrating, saying something around the lines of "This hero has a lonely past."
Next thing I knew, I found myself in an odd place that was likely illuminated by some lights. It was night. In my head, I could hear a voice speaking to me, saying how he had got "their" permission. Before I knew it, I was sitting beneath the water of a rather shallow and small concrete canal.
I jumped out of the water with ease after I had simply floated thinking. The rather mysterious yet friendly friendly voice and I had a conversation, at which point I intentionally walked on a slightly light brown stubs on the ground, quickly finding out that whatever they were, they hurt me.
Shortly afterwards, the voice told me how "they" allowed us something, so I looked in the still water. Finally, I could see my scale covered body, slightly odd shaped head, and horn-like fin on the peak of my forehead.
Next thing I knew, I found myself in an odd place that was likely illuminated by some lights. It was night. In my head, I could hear a voice speaking to me, saying how he had got "their" permission. Before I knew it, I was sitting beneath the water of a rather shallow and small concrete canal.
I jumped out of the water with ease after I had simply floated thinking. The rather mysterious yet friendly friendly voice and I had a conversation, at which point I intentionally walked on a slightly light brown stubs on the ground, quickly finding out that whatever they were, they hurt me.
Shortly afterwards, the voice told me how "they" allowed us something, so I looked in the still water. Finally, I could see my scale covered body, slightly odd shaped head, and horn-like fin on the peak of my forehead.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Video Game Titles to Appear: Electric Eel
Genre: Action, Adventure, Sports
Gameplay: You move the wii remote to turn, at least during the escape scene near the end.
Perspective: Third Person
Possible Inspirations: Kingdom Hearts (mentioned in dream)
Starring In: Electric Eel
Gameplay: You move the wii remote to turn, at least during the escape scene near the end.
Perspective: Third Person
Possible Inspirations: Kingdom Hearts (mentioned in dream)
Starring In: Electric Eel
Video Game Titles to Appear: React II
Genre: Action, Adventure, Skill
Gameplay: You press certain buttons on a controller when told. This makes your avatar fight.
Perspective; First Person
Possible Inspirations: DragonBall (noted within the dream itself)
Appearances:
1. 'Egg Hydra' - Hydras found within their egg form. They release 'Baby Dragons' as an act of protection.
2. 'Baby Dragons' - About the size of a cat if they could fly, it looks like a traditional European dragon; winged, long necked, (relatively) large bodied.
Starring In: My Powers VI
Gameplay: You press certain buttons on a controller when told. This makes your avatar fight.
Perspective; First Person
Possible Inspirations: DragonBall (noted within the dream itself)
Appearances:
1. 'Egg Hydra' - Hydras found within their egg form. They release 'Baby Dragons' as an act of protection.
2. 'Baby Dragons' - About the size of a cat if they could fly, it looks like a traditional European dragon; winged, long necked, (relatively) large bodied.
Starring In: My Powers VI
Video Game Titles to Appear: React
Nothing much is known about it, but here's what can be assumed.
Genre: Action, Adventure, Skill
Gameplay: You press certain buttons on a controller when told. This makes your avatar fight.
Perspective; First Person
Possible Inspirations: DragonBall (noted within the dream itself)
Starring In: My Powers VI
Genre: Action, Adventure, Skill
Gameplay: You press certain buttons on a controller when told. This makes your avatar fight.
Perspective; First Person
Possible Inspirations: DragonBall (noted within the dream itself)
Starring In: My Powers VI
My Powers VI: Super Strength?
February 28, 2015: The dream started with me getting a new package of a game named "React" and "React II". I played a little of both, though I don't remember much of the first, or at least which was which... but I do know that in one of them, Mark played it a bit, showing his natural gaming talent. In this particular instance, we were on a mostly empty valley that had a wooden dock-like think going over a deeper part of it, even though it didn't go much further down. While walking down this area, we saw a large white spotted purple egg. Mark went to attack it, and out came swarms of little dragons. After killing so many, a hydra's head attacked us from the egg, trying to bite us. I believe we defeated it, but the dream definitely moved on from this point.
After the game, we went into the garage. The garage was pretty similar to the our real one; concrete floor, somewhat large compared to most, but what was different was how everything was stored in it. There were piles upon piles of ice cream, pop, and likely other foods. The collection looked to be large enough to be a grocery store's stock. Another oddity, perhaps, was how there seemed to be a separate garage door, and a part of a wall covering the other half that was just wide enough for a car to drive through it if one so wished to do. And connecting to the main building, was another opening for a vehicle. Anyway, while I was looking at the ice cream, hoping to find Moose Tracks, Mark said "You'd be surprised with how many obscure flavors you can't find in U.S." I took some interest into this, as I begun to follow him, convinced that there was no Moose Tracks (even though I did see some of my favorites, including mint chocolate).
When we got close to the door, I asked him how we managed to afford all of this. He responded with stepping into the main part of the house, closing the door. I didn't even have to reach the door to know he had just locked me in. From the opening on the main building came a darker, average size car. Though I didn't really see her, I knew it was Mark's wife, Mar(cela). I now knew how they had gotten the money; they had killed our father for his inheritance.
Before she could get to me, I jumped to the side and onto a high ledge that a vehicle wouldn't be able to drive on. Mar ended up crashing into one of the stacks, somehow killing her. Mark, through what seemed to be an intercom system, gave himself a quick condolence, then said that he would have to take me out. Out came a relatively large and new white truck. I knew this truck was faster and heavier then the previous car, which was, in the real world, their older car. Before he could get to me, I picked up a tan colored sandal which resembled a pair that Mark had in real life. I acknowledged this through remembering it as having been his.
Mark floored the vehicle, tossing and pushing me against the concrete wall. I put the small sandal between me and the concrete wall, somehow reducing the pain (albeit I didn't feel any really, other than a difficulty moving). It didn't take long for Mark to exclaim that my back should have crumbled into mere molecules by now. Shortly afterwards, I begun pushing back against the wall, moving the car despite its weight and speed. He yelled again, "What! There's no way! It can't be real!". This was when I yelled at the top of my lungs, blacking out.
The dream ended like this; in darkness. I felt and heard my sobbing; crying over the death of my siblings, father, and, likely, my mother.
After the game, we went into the garage. The garage was pretty similar to the our real one; concrete floor, somewhat large compared to most, but what was different was how everything was stored in it. There were piles upon piles of ice cream, pop, and likely other foods. The collection looked to be large enough to be a grocery store's stock. Another oddity, perhaps, was how there seemed to be a separate garage door, and a part of a wall covering the other half that was just wide enough for a car to drive through it if one so wished to do. And connecting to the main building, was another opening for a vehicle. Anyway, while I was looking at the ice cream, hoping to find Moose Tracks, Mark said "You'd be surprised with how many obscure flavors you can't find in U.S." I took some interest into this, as I begun to follow him, convinced that there was no Moose Tracks (even though I did see some of my favorites, including mint chocolate).
When we got close to the door, I asked him how we managed to afford all of this. He responded with stepping into the main part of the house, closing the door. I didn't even have to reach the door to know he had just locked me in. From the opening on the main building came a darker, average size car. Though I didn't really see her, I knew it was Mark's wife, Mar(cela). I now knew how they had gotten the money; they had killed our father for his inheritance.
Before she could get to me, I jumped to the side and onto a high ledge that a vehicle wouldn't be able to drive on. Mar ended up crashing into one of the stacks, somehow killing her. Mark, through what seemed to be an intercom system, gave himself a quick condolence, then said that he would have to take me out. Out came a relatively large and new white truck. I knew this truck was faster and heavier then the previous car, which was, in the real world, their older car. Before he could get to me, I picked up a tan colored sandal which resembled a pair that Mark had in real life. I acknowledged this through remembering it as having been his.
Mark floored the vehicle, tossing and pushing me against the concrete wall. I put the small sandal between me and the concrete wall, somehow reducing the pain (albeit I didn't feel any really, other than a difficulty moving). It didn't take long for Mark to exclaim that my back should have crumbled into mere molecules by now. Shortly afterwards, I begun pushing back against the wall, moving the car despite its weight and speed. He yelled again, "What! There's no way! It can't be real!". This was when I yelled at the top of my lungs, blacking out.
The dream ended like this; in darkness. I felt and heard my sobbing; crying over the death of my siblings, father, and, likely, my mother.
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