I was next to this river practicing my magic powers, which was mostly being able to levitate stones and other objects then project them forward.
Mostly i was just using it to throw stuff at people it the work environment. The surroundings were partially a tropical river and partially a office building. And the people, including me we sometimes normal and sometimes dinosaurs. Then there was a giant meat eating dinosaur who was going to attack us so we really had to get our skills up to par to protect ourselves if we were going to survive, he was about 3 stories tall and vicious mean.
After being proficient at levitating small things and gemstones i began levitating myself and learning how to fly. I couldnt fly very long because it was hard to support my own weight for extended periods of time. How it worked was i would raise the energy up with my hands, then push it down and maintain the pressure. I could fly for about 100 feet with my right arm, but when i tried to do the same technique with my left arm i could only make it about 10 feet before loosing my grip on the pressure. We never had to battle the big dinosaur and i spent the rest of the time perfecting my flying skills. (i have never flown in this way before or had this specific type of magic, it was pretty fun.)
This dream i was some super hero and my brother was wolverine and we spent the entire dream battling each other out at the old farm. I could fly and had more powers but could never get ahead. Neither of us won in the end and eventually we gave up fighting. There were a bunch of people living in busses and cars for some reason.
I was a detective in the manner of the pink panther or inspector gadget, meaning that i was always right where the crime and action was happening without ever being able to know about the crime (but also being aware of the whole story or plot from a narrator perspective watching myself)
Started in a dinner/strip club, none of the girls would pay me any attention because i had no money and was eating an omelet. I misplaced my bag accidentally grabbing the bad guys briefcase which had all the money in it without knowing it, but then lost the case and ended up picking up the black knife which was the murder weapon, still completely unaware that a murder had even taken place. I went back to the police station.The other police never took me serious and constantly made fun of me for being such a useless klutz. At the station all the other police were in the back yard bbqing and watching hookers play with themselves while they smoked cigars and talked more like criminals then officers.
There was a crash in the wall as the bad guy drove his car into it trying to find out where his suitcase of money was, which i had already lost. I escaped through the hole and went back to the diner where the whole thing started. I was kind of distraught from not being appreciated and fired from the police force and couldnt find solace in any of the food or stippers at the diner, so i left, but somehow i had the money again. The bad guy was closing in on me, and i was chasing someone else who i thought was the bad guy. Eventually he fell into a ditch and i got away never knowing the truth about what had been happening. (even though i did know the truth because i was watching the whole thing happen from an outside perspective)