At first my friends and I were just socialites frolicking around NYC, selling bags of weed, going to bars. We were riding together in the back of pickup trucks. Two friends in particular stood out in this dream. One is from long ago and another is recent yet fading away, as I continue to isolate myself in the waking hours.
But I woke up. Like so many dreams, this one was cut short in a way. When I jumped back into my slumber, I was still in a big city but this time it was like I was in a movie, a BIG doomsday one about aliens coming to destroy the planet as long as we humans were pieces of shit to it and eachother.
My super-powers must've been amplified by their (the aliens') tinkering and I could fly sort of and cause explosions and all kinds of cool shit. Every so often a bridge would give out and carloads of people screaming would fall into a river. I ran and flew around, seeking the conference of other people in these difficult times. They were wowed by my super powers, commenting, "you could save us."
This is another dream in a set (all in a row of 5 days now) of "empowering" dreams I've been having. In one way or another, I was UN-limited physically in dreaming. Not typical for me, I think on it during the day while going at normal daytime chores and activities, trying to rationalize the subconscious. To no avail, not that I really ever get to explain dreams in my own context, I end up empty-handed and wondering.
It was one of the most "fun" dreams I've ever had though. Yet I can't pinpoint anything inherently enjoyable about it as it fades from memory as the hours press on. I wish I could jump back into that fantasy and fly around for a few more hours but the sun is too high and I've got too many promises to keep today.![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
Just a quick thought, maybe i'm struggling to feel empowered now that I'm unemployed and these dreams are stabs at redemption or something similar. I rarely edit blogs.
But I woke up. Like so many dreams, this one was cut short in a way. When I jumped back into my slumber, I was still in a big city but this time it was like I was in a movie, a BIG doomsday one about aliens coming to destroy the planet as long as we humans were pieces of shit to it and eachother.
My super-powers must've been amplified by their (the aliens') tinkering and I could fly sort of and cause explosions and all kinds of cool shit. Every so often a bridge would give out and carloads of people screaming would fall into a river. I ran and flew around, seeking the conference of other people in these difficult times. They were wowed by my super powers, commenting, "you could save us."
This is another dream in a set (all in a row of 5 days now) of "empowering" dreams I've been having. In one way or another, I was UN-limited physically in dreaming. Not typical for me, I think on it during the day while going at normal daytime chores and activities, trying to rationalize the subconscious. To no avail, not that I really ever get to explain dreams in my own context, I end up empty-handed and wondering.
It was one of the most "fun" dreams I've ever had though. Yet I can't pinpoint anything inherently enjoyable about it as it fades from memory as the hours press on. I wish I could jump back into that fantasy and fly around for a few more hours but the sun is too high and I've got too many promises to keep today.
Just a quick thought, maybe i'm struggling to feel empowered now that I'm unemployed and these dreams are stabs at redemption or something similar. I rarely edit blogs.