Ghost of a Dream

Here's the dream I dreamt:

It was like a marathon of sorts, a long trek on a long track. Along the way were people that stood in your way and the only way past them was to incapacitate them. The problem that came up among me and my fellow marathoners was do we kill them or just neutralize them. I suggested neutralization because it was more humane. (I think the people in the way were teachers or had something to do with teachers). Well the only other part I remember was the end. It led into like this sort of bubble/spherical watchtower thing. Inside, I was surrounded by a bunch of baddies. It was me and a few of my fellow marathoners versus dozens of these punks (men and women). Some of them had knives, others had guns. We were, as the French say, fucked. Too true because I took seven bullets to the chest, mostly from the side. Then something happened. I don't know how I knew, but I knew that I could do something spectacular. I clenched my body up tight, closed my eyes, and realized some sort of energy, knocking everyone back and disarming them. I did this several times, beat up several people, and then went on to another dream.

It was great. This wouldn't be the first time I've exerted some sort of psychic/kinetic energy. Good times.