dream 1

They say when we dream our soul physically leaves the body and enters the 4th dimension. Our dreams are actual reality on a different level of frequency incomprehensible to our physical bodies. Lucid dreaming is recognizing you are actually dreaming in an awakened state being one step closer to astral projection. From here possibilities are endless. Since I never use this shitty website where all my demons are laid out in front of me, I'm going to start using it as a dream journal. The very begging of the dream is very blurry, but it started with each Infinity Gem growing out of my right hand on the top knuckle of each finger, and the purple gem grew out of the middle of the top of my hand. All of this was followed with a surge of power and energy crackles around my hand and body. I feel absolutely unlimited and god-like and kind of lean back a bit with my fists to raised to shoulder length and just surge with power. The power is absolutely overwhelming, so I turn it down and look at each gem embedded in the flesh of my hand with all their vibrant colors. I could see cosmic clouds inside of each gem slowly swirling as if each of them contained their own Universe. Now that I have absolute infinite power, what was I going to do. It seemed to present an immediate problem that I hadn’t really thought of. What does one do with the power to do absolutely anything? My thoughts were that I could use this power to help other people and make reality a better place for all to live in. In the dream, I had a friend who had been wrongfully imprisoned for a crime he didn’t commit. Thus, freeing him would be a noble and just thing so I teleport (forget flying) to the prison cell where he is at. He is shocked to see me appear and is somewhat fearful. “How did you get in here? Why are you in prison?” “I’ve come to free you.” I tell him. “And I am going to grant you the power to fly and run at near light speed so that no one can catch you again.”. I point my hand infused with infinite power drawn from the six Infinity Gems and a beam of mystical energy envelops him and his body absorbs it. I turn around and dissolve the prison bars and clearing a path for him to escape. He runs like the Flash from DC comics and bolts out of the prison travelling like a streak. I teleport outside the prison next to him and he leaps up to the sky and blasts off a remarkable speeds. Again, I have to teleport to his location and he’s now at an abandoned industrial section of a city learning to control his power. We talk about what he can do and I tell him that not only can he travel fast but his body will adjust to absorb the kinetic impact should he crash into anything. He decides that he wants to also help people and use his power for the better good. Thus, a new super-hero is born. When that need to help this friend was fulfilled, I was back to contemplating what I wanted to do next with all of this power. Knowing that I could create and have anything that I desired made me really desire nothing at all. I was satisfied in knowing that just such a possibility existed and that was good enough. I go for a walk down a city street looking at it knowing at a whim I could change it into anything that I wanted which only made me want to keep it as it was. I looked at the sculpted architecture of the buildings and the people walking about, it was already perfect in it’s own unique way. Why change it, and affect the will of others I thought? Again, I was just satisfied knowing that if I really wanted to, I could but it was better to just let things be as they were. One of the interesting effects of this dream simulating the infinity gems was that I was also picking up the thoughts and emotions of people. I could feel their anger, jealousy, fear, love etc. I could hear their surface thoughts if I focused on a person. After i left the city, at one point I was in my room, and as I looked up an image of an open door way was in front of me. I begged for it to be one man who would walk through the door, and, for once, my brain actually allowed me one wish. My friend from the prison. He stepped through, he smiled and took my hand and pulled me through the door way. The scene is “refreshed” and I’m in a room with three couches arranged in a triangle. I’m alone on one couch, on the couch on the left was my best girlfriend and three other random people, and on my right was The Man, smiling at me, and two other random people. I shyly smile and look down. We were playing a sort of game where one person picks another person, picks them up, and takes them elsewhere, but they had to sneak up on the person and surprise them. It was random, I don’t understand it. After a couple of turns, I hadn’t been picked yet. I pouted and laid on my side facing the couch back. After a few seconds, I got swept off the couch. I giggled and looked up and saw The Man. He smiled at me. We walked away from the room of couches and walked to the outdoors. He put me down by a tree, which I found strange, he then told me to wait, and promised he’d be right back. I stood against the tree and closed my eyes, just waiting for him to return. When I opened my eyes a few seconds later to the sound of gunshots and screaming, it was dark outside. How long had he been gone? My brother, who came out of fucking nowhere ran up to me yelling, “Don’t look up, just please don’t look up!” Why couldn’t I look up? If someone had been shot, they’d be on the ground, wouldn’t they? So, of course, I look up. On a high up branch, with blood flowing out of multiple holes in his chest, was The Man. His eyes, still open, stared down at me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My brother and my best friend grabbed hold of me tightly. I cried and the scene faded away. Still crying, I walked into what was like an amusement park game building, with skeeball and basketball. All around me where these strange busts of what looked like Hades, ruler of the underworld, but with clown makeup on. I saw my best friend over by a skeeball machine. She turned to me, woe plastered on her face. She hugged me and whispered, “I am so sorry.” I just sniffled in response and smiled at her. I looked at the game, “I just wish there was something I could do…” Bailey got angry at me, and pulled her shirt collar to the side, revealing a large scar in the shape of a pentagram on her upper chest. She spoke sternly, “I tried everything I could for you. I feel horrible for you. Someone killed him, and I wanted to try to get him back for you.” Get him back? The Man was in Hades’ underworld; and I knew I had to get him back. I knew I had to play skeeball and win in order to get to the underworld and find him. After three throws of the ball, I won. The back of the game opened up, and I put my hand into the space. A hand grabbed mine, and I pulled The Man out. The scene faded away. He was back, I knew it. However, after being in the underworld, all of his memories of me had disappeared. This was too much for me to handle, and I went to a psychologist. I was going through my camera, which had pictures of him in it. We talked about the pictures, I cried. There was a knock at the door. The psychologist opened the door and The Man walked through. My breath caught and I cried out his name. He looked at me with confused eyes. I forgot he had no idea who I was. He sat next to me and I had to fight the urge to hold his hand, but I inched myself closer to him. I leaned my head on his shoulder, and he didn’t move or tell me to stop. Then I woke up.