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Endless superhero-like powers, favorite dream this month

Morning of January 19, 2014. Sunday.

This dream, interestingly enough, is not at all a lucid dream, but is extraordinarily full-body, accurately lifelike and body-weight-aware in every way (including breathing), and vivid in every other way (of the vividness usually only associated with lucid dreams as such). It is my favorite dream so far this year and left me in a state of feeling energized, with rather intriguing vibrations in my body, vaguely similar to enjoyable sleep paralysis feelings, but awake.

I seem to only be about fourteen and am just finishing off my school day. I am not sure of the location (an altered “version” of 20 Copeland Avenue in La Crosse with the “school” actually the old Spencer building? Possibly - although the house could not be where it seems in the dream as most of that area is commercial and near a winding river). It is an entirely different “world”. Not only that, my wife is around my age in the dream, although apparently she is not in all my classes. Even so, I approach her and ask innocently if I can walk her home. In the dream, I am aware of her extraordinary beauty. We are not wearing school uniforms, so it is likely the altered Wisconsin area (although she told me the area is very similar to where she actually went to school at this time). She is wearing denim shorts and a dark blue top and carrying about three textbooks and a smaller notebook in her right arm, to her side. I am on her right most of the way, wearing what I sometimes wear in lucid dreams, which is mostly black, gray, and dark blue, somewhat formal in some ways, and with a black light long coat that is mostly open. We seem to be walking due south. Amusingly, I stutter and seem somewhat shy in asking (which I never was like in real life at any time). It takes me several attempts before I make my intent known. Her friend seems to think the whole thing amusing before going her own way, and I walk with my wife for the two or three blocks or so she lives from the school. In the dream, we had not even met before this. I think that I will “keep” her (if it turns out as such), as there would be no other reason for another female, ever - even though it almost seems I had the habit of walking with different girls before seeing her.

In the dream, she is living in a white one-storey cement-block house on a northwest corner of a mostly residential block (two blocks south of the school and one block east I think) with her father and two younger brothers (the brothers are about two years apart) - although he seems mostly Caucasian, even a bit pale, and does not have a thick accent, which I find somewhat unusual (I have spoken with her real father in real life on the telephone, but never actually met him in person) - possibly a fictional stepfather (or a half-sister’s father?) in the dream, seemingly only about thirty. He has a mustache and is wearing a tank top and blue jeans. He is seated in a white armchair (not reclined) facing south and watching television with possibly a can of beer or soda in his left hand, west of where I spend the most time in the room. I get an impression he is watching a Hungarian-dubbed version of the original “Hair”, which I had joked with my wife in real life over being the only version I saw referenced on YouTube, which she found very amusing. (The two boys are playing on the floor.) He looks at my unusual clothes and asks me if I am supposed to be some kind of magician or witch and asks me what I can do. I tell him that I mostly consider myself to be a sorcerer (not sure why I say this).

I hold up my right hand (forearm out but at about forty-five degrees upward or less), palm up, and a loud sizzling comes out as a flame flows from my palm and into the air with a sort of muffled light explosion, and for a moment, a separate higher column of heat and fire is there, which fades fairly quickly. However, the additional smaller flame dances in the air, doing figure eights and spins before dissipating. I do this at least four times, including a tiny “fire girl” that does a few ballet movements (pirouettes) in the air (about the size of a hummingbird). He seems impressed but not alarmed in any way. I look around and notice that the room is quite messy. There is even a broken glass on the floor near one wall, and miscellaneous books, clothes, opened bills, and toys. I take my wife on a flying excursion for a short time, staying in the same general area. The front door is open, so we fly out through there and back. I ask her father if I can come by on a regular basis and he seems okay with the idea. However, as I am leaving on my own, and on the sidewalk about half a block away, I can hear him (with some sort of enhanced hearing) asking his sons to look through the house and make sure nothing is missing - he seemingly thinks I am able to teleport objects from their location to steal them. It does not matter though, I look forward to spending time with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

I continue on my own to the south, for several blocks, flying fairly fast, often in a diagonal orientation. I land on a few roofs to look around and then notice a church gathering with old people. I talk with the elderly people. They seem a bit depressed. I recognize one as being a person I knew when younger (my age at the time), but he is much older than me now - and I do not find this at all unusual. Somehow, I get the idea that I can also find specific people based on silhouette/body shape with some sort of mental radar that encircles the entire planet for me. I am able to locate a couple people for a couple older lonely people at the church lunch - even finding a lost relative of one of the congregation. I then fly around for some time.

I end up near a (American) smaller local outdoor football stadium and a large hall for the local players that is just south of the field/stadium - very possibly a futuristic or built-up version of Eagle Field. However, there also seems to be a few violent gang members at the building who are possibly friends with some of the football players that are also there. From here, I am confronted by a lot of tough characters, but am able to avoid them by flying about in the large room and dodging knives that are thrown at me. It gets really interesting. I am able to mentally become an anthropomorphic form of fire through my whole body, somewhat like the Human Torch from “Fantastic Four”. I aim at various locations (not directly at any people) and “ringlets” of fire spin up from my forearms, around my wrists, and moving out from around my closed fists in a spiral while other sections of flame columns come straight out in a tube-like fashion. It is a very strange sensation with a vivid awareness of “pumping” and flowing sensations. Finally, I get so annoyed by all the knives flying through the air and having to dodge them, I send them back to the neck or chest of each thrower, a total of about seven. They remain alive though, as they are not mortally wounded, just unable to do much for a time.

Finally, I leave the building and look around outside a bit more and decide to sit down in the grass in a meditation position to relax, facing the building (hall) to the east. I hear the coach yell at me from the doorway of the building. He yells, “you may think you are some kind of superhero, but let me tell you, you will feel the cold of winter when it comes, the same as any of us”.

Being annoyed by this disruption in my attempted meditation, I hover into the air about five feet (while still in the same cross-legged meditation position) and hold my arms out horizontally and a bit forward. Suddenly, cold waves of energy flow from my forearms and out through my wrists, suddenly producing thousands of randomly spiraling snowflakes that spread over the entire landscape from there. It is a beautiful feeling. I feel “humming” through my forearms and a great wind flowing from my long coat and out through my wrists. The blizzard becomes more and more intense and I feel fantastic and exactly where I should be in every way. It is remarkably realistic in every way (physically, I mean). The ground is covered with snow, and I feel I have made my point. I love the feelings of the icy winds that almost seem to nurture me. They are a nice change from the warmer feelings of earlier. The coach stands frozen in the doorway in suspended animation of a sort. I do not see anyone else around. I am almost ecstatic, cold air flowing from my forearms and wrists, almost sensual in nature, creating a beautiful blizzard; I, the origin of the forces of nature. I get the impression that I could manifest anything, regardless of the situation or location.

I fly up and over another region and fly near apartment buildings of up to about four floors, causing them to ice over entirely with a pleasing musical sound of rapidly building-up layers of ice, several layers at a time as the window glass cracks in some cases. The buildings turn light gray with frost and cars stop on the streets, frozen to the snowy streets, frozen over instantly (although there are only a few cars). Time passes, and the dream finally starts to decay when my thoughts change and I begin to focus more on the layers of ice. I start thinking like an archeologist for some reason. I go and lift up a large section (about a full quarter of the entire length of sidewalk) and crack it open, concrete and all, and notice that it looks somewhat like an onion. I start to think about what sort of things could be found in the various layers of ice (which are almost diamond-like in their beauty). I notice that it is now nighttime in the dream and eventually fairly dark outside (even though it had been only afternoon a short time before), and I slowly wake into the morning.

Again, the dream was unbelievably vivid, yet did not leave me feeling tired as certain other longer over-the-top vivid dreams and with a sense of satisfaction. I really enjoyed this one even though it was not lucid.

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