Dream: Psi
Vaguely "Witch Mountain" meets "Damnation Alley".
Some people were able to manifest a sort of energy, or were host to it more like. Those who had the gift could express a visible, tangible demonstration of it that looked like a small glowing egg or gem, about the size of your thumb. I think different people consistently had different colors; not sure if there was any significance to the color of one's own psychic egg. But it might have delineated some sort of tribal affiliation, because I think there was fighting among sects or factions of the psychics.
The dream series was mostly focused on my own discovery that I was one of these psychics - something I'd gone my whole life without knowing - and on the gradual refinement of my powers. Which mostly involved being able to reliably express my psychic gem in the presence of others psis, since apparently we couldn't just detect each other or anything like that. The psis had a lot of systems in place that were keyed onto the demonstration of one's gem - at one point, there was some sort of chase and we (not exactly sure who "we" were, but I wasn't alone) hit a big locked door that would only open for my gem, and for some reason I couldn't express it anymore... the rules for expression had changed or something and I had to try a different mental image for making it appear.
There was a lot of chasing and such, and not just involving "enemy" psis. The planet itself was smashed up, a post-apocalyptic ruin. People were slowly returning to an early Industrial Age or pre-Industrial way of life in little isolated enclaves; the terrain between these little chunks of civilization were wild and dangerous. The last part of the dream involved running into a very large ruin-scorpion, a scorpion about the size and intelligence of a dog. We had some kind of busted-up jeep that was still in running condition and we tried to flee but it was fast, the terrain was broken enough that we couldn't go top speed and it was able to scramble over the rough road as fast as we could drive, and I could hear the diamond-hard tips of its legs as it scrabbled right behind us. I finally managed to open some sort of gate with my psychic gem and we got to safety as I woke up.
And as I woke up, I suddenly realized that the entire ruin of the world had probably been brought about by us, the psychics, as the first ones discovered their powers and began to war.
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For consideration: reviewing it now that I'm awake, actually, I am going to lay blame for this one on Warren Ellis and "Freakangels"
Some people were able to manifest a sort of energy, or were host to it more like. Those who had the gift could express a visible, tangible demonstration of it that looked like a small glowing egg or gem, about the size of your thumb. I think different people consistently had different colors; not sure if there was any significance to the color of one's own psychic egg. But it might have delineated some sort of tribal affiliation, because I think there was fighting among sects or factions of the psychics.
The dream series was mostly focused on my own discovery that I was one of these psychics - something I'd gone my whole life without knowing - and on the gradual refinement of my powers. Which mostly involved being able to reliably express my psychic gem in the presence of others psis, since apparently we couldn't just detect each other or anything like that. The psis had a lot of systems in place that were keyed onto the demonstration of one's gem - at one point, there was some sort of chase and we (not exactly sure who "we" were, but I wasn't alone) hit a big locked door that would only open for my gem, and for some reason I couldn't express it anymore... the rules for expression had changed or something and I had to try a different mental image for making it appear.
There was a lot of chasing and such, and not just involving "enemy" psis. The planet itself was smashed up, a post-apocalyptic ruin. People were slowly returning to an early Industrial Age or pre-Industrial way of life in little isolated enclaves; the terrain between these little chunks of civilization were wild and dangerous. The last part of the dream involved running into a very large ruin-scorpion, a scorpion about the size and intelligence of a dog. We had some kind of busted-up jeep that was still in running condition and we tried to flee but it was fast, the terrain was broken enough that we couldn't go top speed and it was able to scramble over the rough road as fast as we could drive, and I could hear the diamond-hard tips of its legs as it scrabbled right behind us. I finally managed to open some sort of gate with my psychic gem and we got to safety as I woke up.
And as I woke up, I suddenly realized that the entire ruin of the world had probably been brought about by us, the psychics, as the first ones discovered their powers and began to war.
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For consideration: reviewing it now that I'm awake, actually, I am going to lay blame for this one on Warren Ellis and "Freakangels"