Dreams

18/11/14

I don't remember much, but there was this guy who used mind control to capture a load of my school friends by shooting this weird helmet onto their heads, causing them all to float up and into the building where he then kept them hostage.

While this was happening I was trying to escape and got into a shop selling Christmas decorations. I knew that the guy had also used sweets and was trying to persuade people that I knew how to find the missing people. It didn't work, so eventually I went solo.

I manually "learnt" the "skills" that everyone else had learnt on contact with the helmets - the "MiMi Jump" and "MiMi Land". One so I could jump really high as if there was less gravity, the other so that landing after jumping as high as a three or four storey building wouldn't kill me or even hurt me.

Then, I took a deep breath and leapt as high as I could into an opening on the side of the building. Within looked like a skate park almost but metallic, the sort which was pretty much indents. I kinda swooped through and passed someone who looked a bit like Captain America who challenged me on the way through but I convinced him that I wasn't an enemy.

I emerged into a main room within the complex of futuristic indents, full of students. Most of which I knew. Bounce-swooping around (yes, that's now a phrase - even if it isn't, it is now because that's what best described my motion and how I "fly" in dreams) I checked out the area, calculating who would be the best to persuade to escape with me. As far as I was aware everyone was brainwashed to want to stay and do what they were doing. Which was an art class.

Alighting next to Jacob who I'd just spotted, I crouched low and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. He looked surprised to see me, and showed no signs of brainwashing. I told him I was here to help and had an escape plan. I was going to give him a piggy back ride while I bounce-swooped the hell out of there. Unfortunately, by the time he'd gathered his bag (and mine, which I couldn't wear with him on my back) my alarm went off and wrenched me back into reality.

Damn.