Dream Journal

After getting shot as a bystander in all these gun fights in the neighborhood by Banana House, I was getting quite freaked out. My last wound was a hit to the gut. I closed my eyes and played dead. When the threat cleared, I got up and started walking north, with a friend who said they called NASA in. Any protection is better than getting shot every other day.

This kid was eyeing me as I walked and I got nervous. He came to me and told me that he was there to protect me. It was this young redhead kid from one of my old soccer teams. He said I had a valuable power, that of grand and miraculous healing whenever I had that spark of inspiration in my eye. He touched my back. “Hmm! You have two new left ribs.” I didn’t remember breaking them and wasn’t sure he could be trusted, but he was guarding me? That was good.

We went into this dark place and there were people playing on this keyboard on this big tech array. I was unbearably attracted to it and someone said “let him play!” I rose into the air within a dark shadow. My hat turned into a bat (the mammal kind) and went to one of the consoles. This spooked one of the people there, but another calmed her. Some living metal creatures also came into being and aided my interface with the machine. I started designing these big, impossibly bulky metal planes and became frustrated, saying “but look at them, they could never fly.” One of the people there said “but they can, because you bring them to life!”

I then returned outside and began walking north with my guard again. I thought about my powers. To the left was a gang war outside a gas station. There was a similar young guard there, and my guard explained to me that he was protecting one of the guys involved. Up ahead was this big scuffle with people that I recognized. I furrowed my brow, sent off my bat hat, and started calling cars to life everywhere in this parking lot and sending them after the gangs.