one Saturday afternoon I killed a plane full of passengers
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Mutant·Mayhem &
The·Dreamscape
4:58 PM 8/26/07 · The thing about lucid dreaming is that I can control myself and a good portion of my environment. It also helps my recall a great deal so most of the dreams I've had I remember as well as any other waking memory. Still, I've often wondered about stuff outsie the sphere of my influence when I'm asleep. That and not everyone can lucid dream so I often think on what controls what and the how for those that can't.
Especially this last week, yesterday specifically. I tend to keep a part of myself that I specifically put into what I read and interact with it. This is part of why, should you come across me when I'm reading, I seem to have very little perception of what's going on around me when I'm reading anything. I'm as much engrossed in the book as I am somewhat altering bits of it so that my character is a part of what's going on.
I am a big X·Men fan. Even without the series I thought of myself as a bit of a mutant.
So, naturally...I really get into the stories.
This often leads to a number of random X·Men themed dreams but because I can control myself therein and my character has powers and abilities appropriate to that...I actually can do some pretty amazing things. Hell, in normal dreaming I figured I could breathe underwater, fly, and a whole bunch of other interesting things too. The difference in these more themed dreams is I've got the team backing me...
...normally.
I'm not 100% sure what changed for this specific dream. I was in control but I kinda got swept away and things went really bad. Part and partial to my other self is a tendency to collect powers. Not to the extent as happened in this dream but through alterations to self and items of power collected normally.
Somehow though, in the middle of things, I started channeling Rogue and everything she's got stored up deep down inside. This is unusual to my character as I can't do that sorta thing in the paremeters I setup for myself but it happened anyway and this is how the dream got away from me. If you've been reading things of late then you know Rogue is particularly unstable of late.
I absorbed the powers of all of my teammates and even before that I was sensing an overload of personalities and powers from stuff she already had stored down deep. Interestingly enough she actually wasn't in this dream anywhere, and though I have been known to bodyswap while sleeping...I wasn't in her either. It was me but I was as out of it as she was.
Though out of context the opposing wasn't the Marauders so much as they were Acolytes. The team had a whole elaborate plan setup to handle the situation but I took them all down as they weren't expecting it and I knew where they were stationed. Some of them were X·Men I remembered from what I've read and a few were ones I think I probably just slapped together via my unconcious mind.
Regardless of all that I felt I was mainly using superhuman strength and Magneto's power. There were only 5 Acolytes and I blew through them and their power easily. I took each one, individually and flung them with my full strength over the horizon. Not just that, I think they'd've gone all the way into space if I'd not stopped them; s'what I was thinking at the time. On a whim I reached out to each one with my power and pulled them back at equal velocity.
Herein lies the problem...and why I'm thinking it was largely Magneto's power I employed here.
I didn't fling the Acolytes all in the same direction. Forward and far extremes of left and right would be more accurate. As I was reaching out with the power to bring them back, I noticed an airplane to my right. It was close to the path, but not exactly, I'd chucked one of them. I tried to make sure I reached around it to being that one back and turned back to see the others coming. At the last second I noticed that the plane was coming straight down and it hit the ground hard.
While I'll admit a plane shouldn't hit like that, literally, I suppose its better than flames and bodies eing flung all over. You ever dropped a ball of jello or a water balloon? It was kinda like that. Just kinda smooshed. However, despite that, seeing it come down like that given what was going down floored me. I was so sure I brought it down myself and wondering about the recriminations of what the Professor would do if he found out. My one saving grace there was that he'd never been able to read my mind...which can be chalked up to some naturally strong mental shielding or just cuz I'm naturally that dense.
Still, I was much a part of that dream I started trying to come up with excuses. Maybe it wasn't me. Maybe one of the Acolytes, from being flung so violently all over, lashed out with their power and caused the plane to come down. It couldn't be me. I'm not built like that...
...and then I woke up.
A constant fact of my existance is that my dreams being as vivid as they are I usually question my existance each time I wake up. I have the hardest time believing that reality is in fact real. After a dream as disturbing as that one, which it was much moreso than the details I've conveyed here, I wasn't sure which reality I'd rather be in.
Really not sure what brought that on, in all its bizarre detail. If anything I'd've thought I'd've dreamed about something altogether different as I'm still blown away by the trailer for AvP 2.
Mutant·Mayhem &
The·Dreamscape
4:58 PM 8/26/07 · The thing about lucid dreaming is that I can control myself and a good portion of my environment. It also helps my recall a great deal so most of the dreams I've had I remember as well as any other waking memory. Still, I've often wondered about stuff outsie the sphere of my influence when I'm asleep. That and not everyone can lucid dream so I often think on what controls what and the how for those that can't.
Especially this last week, yesterday specifically. I tend to keep a part of myself that I specifically put into what I read and interact with it. This is part of why, should you come across me when I'm reading, I seem to have very little perception of what's going on around me when I'm reading anything. I'm as much engrossed in the book as I am somewhat altering bits of it so that my character is a part of what's going on.
I am a big X·Men fan. Even without the series I thought of myself as a bit of a mutant.
So, naturally...I really get into the stories.
This often leads to a number of random X·Men themed dreams but because I can control myself therein and my character has powers and abilities appropriate to that...I actually can do some pretty amazing things. Hell, in normal dreaming I figured I could breathe underwater, fly, and a whole bunch of other interesting things too. The difference in these more themed dreams is I've got the team backing me...
...normally.
I'm not 100% sure what changed for this specific dream. I was in control but I kinda got swept away and things went really bad. Part and partial to my other self is a tendency to collect powers. Not to the extent as happened in this dream but through alterations to self and items of power collected normally.
Somehow though, in the middle of things, I started channeling Rogue and everything she's got stored up deep down inside. This is unusual to my character as I can't do that sorta thing in the paremeters I setup for myself but it happened anyway and this is how the dream got away from me. If you've been reading things of late then you know Rogue is particularly unstable of late.
I absorbed the powers of all of my teammates and even before that I was sensing an overload of personalities and powers from stuff she already had stored down deep. Interestingly enough she actually wasn't in this dream anywhere, and though I have been known to bodyswap while sleeping...I wasn't in her either. It was me but I was as out of it as she was.
Though out of context the opposing wasn't the Marauders so much as they were Acolytes. The team had a whole elaborate plan setup to handle the situation but I took them all down as they weren't expecting it and I knew where they were stationed. Some of them were X·Men I remembered from what I've read and a few were ones I think I probably just slapped together via my unconcious mind.
Regardless of all that I felt I was mainly using superhuman strength and Magneto's power. There were only 5 Acolytes and I blew through them and their power easily. I took each one, individually and flung them with my full strength over the horizon. Not just that, I think they'd've gone all the way into space if I'd not stopped them; s'what I was thinking at the time. On a whim I reached out to each one with my power and pulled them back at equal velocity.
Herein lies the problem...and why I'm thinking it was largely Magneto's power I employed here.
I didn't fling the Acolytes all in the same direction. Forward and far extremes of left and right would be more accurate. As I was reaching out with the power to bring them back, I noticed an airplane to my right. It was close to the path, but not exactly, I'd chucked one of them. I tried to make sure I reached around it to being that one back and turned back to see the others coming. At the last second I noticed that the plane was coming straight down and it hit the ground hard.
While I'll admit a plane shouldn't hit like that, literally, I suppose its better than flames and bodies eing flung all over. You ever dropped a ball of jello or a water balloon? It was kinda like that. Just kinda smooshed. However, despite that, seeing it come down like that given what was going down floored me. I was so sure I brought it down myself and wondering about the recriminations of what the Professor would do if he found out. My one saving grace there was that he'd never been able to read my mind...which can be chalked up to some naturally strong mental shielding or just cuz I'm naturally that dense.
Still, I was much a part of that dream I started trying to come up with excuses. Maybe it wasn't me. Maybe one of the Acolytes, from being flung so violently all over, lashed out with their power and caused the plane to come down. It couldn't be me. I'm not built like that...
...and then I woke up.
A constant fact of my existance is that my dreams being as vivid as they are I usually question my existance each time I wake up. I have the hardest time believing that reality is in fact real. After a dream as disturbing as that one, which it was much moreso than the details I've conveyed here, I wasn't sure which reality I'd rather be in.
Really not sure what brought that on, in all its bizarre detail. If anything I'd've thought I'd've dreamed about something altogether different as I'm still blown away by the trailer for AvP 2.