It's been a tough couple of weeks and I spent much of today napping, finally got to the point where my seratonin level was depleted enough for me to remember my dreams, which were pretty standard fare for my imagination but influenced by what I have been thinking about.
First of all I was at (real life) Sukkubus Phaeton's (I've never dreamt of an avi) (dream parents) house only they were rich and showed me a little (very SL) gazebo thing built on the hillside near their mansion, the door fell off and sukky wasn't there so I bailed, it was raining and I found my way to a house only there was a woman being held captive by a puma, we watched each other for a while, the silky fur and smirky eyes, can't remember what the woman looked like but the puma was wonderfull, managed somehow to get the woman in a van and off on her way down the rain soaked streets, as the door closed she was in the embrace of a lover, happy ending for her, Daz tartar for the puma?
nah, see after concentrating on my dreams for years and years, I am some kind of James Bond/Superman/GG Allin, an unflappable, unkillable, untrappable killing machine, I don't kill unless attacked and the puma didn't leap on me as I turned to exit, I went around the small hills and experienced a wonderfull feeling of sliding, almost skating down hill, very fast, on various slick spots as the sun came out and it was gloriously sunny and in vibrant colour.
At the bottom of the incline was a flooded land, and (here's the SL influence) the wrecked skyscraper was built of prim plywood haha! I poked around in some of the offices but don't care for treasure as much as I once did in dreams and discovered that there were two people, working and playing on platforms set in the flood water.
The woman, a pretty office-chick blonde, was doing somekind of graphic design and the mutant kid/toy thing was playing on a pc, of course my dreams have to have action so the standard group of thugs came by and after I tarzaned up several million feet of ladders and ropes to elude them I had to kill them one by one, whatever they represent you can't just let them be as they will eventually harm the innocent or lurk around. I shot one with his own gun and tore the others head off. It was routine and I just want to say that while I am not a violent person in real life I am a brutal gory killing machine in my dreams, I tear heads off and rip guts out and then walk away to the next scene.
I found myself crying as I told the woman that she better take that mutant kid to a refugee place as they coudn't stay there and then I woke up.
If you are interested in becoming a superhero in your dreams perhaps I can assist you as this is a fascinating subject for me! peace out.