Heroic dreams

January 3, 2010

I had this dream that had many parts.

One part was about being at church and accidentally thinking that someone was my friend AnaCena. When she turned around she wasn't, but I talked to her anyway. Her mom told me the daughter had a disease called 'flowers' and I nodded and said that AnaCena once had that too. Then I helped put things in boxes, but I had to go to skating. The mother that I had just been talking to said I couldn't go but I ran out of the church anyway.

At this point I found a dog, a corgie, and picked it up. Some people on the street asked if it was mine but I informed them that I had only just picked it up. Later I brought it home and was teaching it tricks, when the mother of the random girl told me if I didn't find the real owner she would call the police. I told my parents of her previous crabbiness (i.e. Telling me I had to stay at church) and then the women and I argued for a bit

Then there was this part where I was some sort of magical person (as in I could sort of fly) and I was at my old elementary school. I was supposed to be looking for a person, a criminal or something, and I met a boy while I was there but did not capture him. Then I looked at the field and some fellow magic people had circled a girl and had shot a small orange ball at her which I later knew was death, or similar to a magic bullet. I sort of dove through the air and kicked her in the stomach to knock her out of the way and save her because I knew the boy was the real culprit. I apologized then asked if she could run presumably because my fellow people were going to be mad at me. We ran away for awhile.

Then I was over some sort of lava and was somehow saving people. I forget most of what happened, but there was sone part about saving people from dangerous orange drops and I risked my life and got all hurt. In the end I survived though and my friend Emma came and picked me up in her car. I explained about the crabby women, but not about the strange magicness (for some weird reason), and she and her mother made various comments. In the re-telling of the tale, it was revealed that the women was from another church and was doing some sort of fundraiser. Emma stopped by her house to pick up something but then she was both in the front and back seat at the same time. Neither of us found this odd and I remarked, to the back seat Emma, that she should have turned around while in the front seat. We, the back seat Emma and I, laughed about that

There was something else I think, but I have forgotten.