My dream last night was powerful and unique.
I could create light from my fists if I held both of them out and tightened them. I illuminated the dark spaces around a cabin at night, with results equivalent to an average flashlight — but so much more interesting when it was I myself who was causing the light. Though I did hear some criticism, from a disembodied voice that appeared in my mind, that if only my attention to what I was illuminating was as great as my excitement at illuminating, I might notice something. I saw only brambles, grass, and wood from the sides of the cabin. The dream had an almost alien-sheen to it, in that these kinds of powers are things I associate with such episodes.
There was more to it, and if I remember more I will try to update this blog entry, but I am at work right now.