Lucid Dream
I had a strange dream this morning between alarm clock snoozes. So it was a ten minute dream then. Very strange. I wouldn't post it unless it was. :)
I'm in this room that is taking in light from a bright window but it's still very dim in this room. There are metal shelves, dusty and old without books on them. The ground is covered in broken peices of wall and other old things you'd find in a house that is falling apart. There are long shaped objects on the floor; they look kind of like the tall propane tanks. They are also very old and scattered on the floor throughout the room in the scraps of clutter. There is a girl crying to my left and we are both sitting against the wall. I look up and see Ian Crossland standing above us. He picks up one of the cylindrical shaped objects and raises it above his head as if he is going to attack me with it. He looks so angry, so monstrous. I am not frightened. I reach my hands up towards his head and his body pulls into my direction as if some force of gravity is between them. His entire body seems to lose power. In doing so he drops the object and his head comes into my hands.
I am looking into his eyes as I hold him. His expression gradually changes from rage to surprise and guilt like he couldn't beleive what he was about to do. And there I am with my hands on the left and right side of his head and I have this complete and utter control over him. And both of us have this frightened surprised look on our faces. The magic makes his head shake between my fingers and I am not sure that I am even touching his head, but that there is only energy between my fingers and his skin.
It's like I was telepathic or something. This must be my first Lucid dream...too bad it only lasted ten minutes.
I'm in this room that is taking in light from a bright window but it's still very dim in this room. There are metal shelves, dusty and old without books on them. The ground is covered in broken peices of wall and other old things you'd find in a house that is falling apart. There are long shaped objects on the floor; they look kind of like the tall propane tanks. They are also very old and scattered on the floor throughout the room in the scraps of clutter. There is a girl crying to my left and we are both sitting against the wall. I look up and see Ian Crossland standing above us. He picks up one of the cylindrical shaped objects and raises it above his head as if he is going to attack me with it. He looks so angry, so monstrous. I am not frightened. I reach my hands up towards his head and his body pulls into my direction as if some force of gravity is between them. His entire body seems to lose power. In doing so he drops the object and his head comes into my hands.
I am looking into his eyes as I hold him. His expression gradually changes from rage to surprise and guilt like he couldn't beleive what he was about to do. And there I am with my hands on the left and right side of his head and I have this complete and utter control over him. And both of us have this frightened surprised look on our faces. The magic makes his head shake between my fingers and I am not sure that I am even touching his head, but that there is only energy between my fingers and his skin.
It's like I was telepathic or something. This must be my first Lucid dream...too bad it only lasted ten minutes.