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Posted in Dream by Will on Wednesday, October 29th, 2008 ~ 12pm

“He’s an old one, I think,” I heard the witch whisper to the other witch, as they moved towards me. I’d held up my hands and projected a bubble between us to serve as a shield, a shield that would reflect their energy weapon back at them. They were trying to burn me, but the bubble held, and the skin of the closest witch started to burn. They’d give up any moment, now.

The dream also involved a school, possibly a junior high school, overrun by a dozen American terrorists with automatic weapons. For some reason no one in authority even knew the school had been taken hostage, possibly because the terrorists had quickly killed everyone, or maybe the school didn’t allow cell phones. In any case I’d run out when the terrorists ran in, and now I returned to the back yard of the school and tried to detect where the terrorists were and where their weapons were. I sensed there was some kind of device a few floors up, maybe some kind of camera or bomb, I was not sure, but I felt reasonably sure that crushing it would deactivate it. So I pointed the fingers of both my hands towards it, pictured it in my hands, and imagined crushing it. Shortly thereafter I heard the crunch of metal impacting upon itself.

My attempts to alert the authorities, however, were met with disbelief.

I know, I know, shades of the Force bubble from the Star Wars game, but I am not sure if I’ll get that game. Probably won’t be as much fun as dreams.

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