In this dream, I was inside the house and heard someone on the deck. The curtains were closed, but I saw a flash of color, like a bicycle being wheeled past the window. I crept into the bedroom, where my partner was standing with all of the curtains open and the lights on. I warned him to get down, there were people outside. We turned out the lights, closed the curtains and waited.
The people came to the back of the house and began to talk to me as if they knew I was inside. I couldn’t understand how they knew I was in here. I watched them out the back window and saw them go to a mound of land behind the house. They were building a cement wall across the front of the shallow hill with concrete shingles. I wondered why. There didn’t seem to be a reason for it. I wondered if it would be a part of a ziggurat or pyramid.
There was a little lane which ran to the west next to the hill. I walked down the lane and saw that the people had put a for sale sign in the center of the lane. No one could pass without trying to avoid, therefore seeing, the sign. They had remade the sign to invite people down to their place.
I went to the house, a three story white farmhouse. The pair were in their mid twenties and had converted the house to a base for their work, which was vaguely environmental but I couldn’t really pin down what it concerned. They had a bunch of questions for me and I got the impression that they’d come across my information from a website or survey of some kind.
They wanted to know what I intended to do with my land. I was mildly suspicious, but have no plans for it, so there wasn’t anything to share or hide. I looked at their documents as they spoke. Aha, they thought I had nearly twenty four acres because a decimal point had been misplaced. I didn’t correct them.
I went to leave but they had a secondhand clothing shop in part of the building and I took a few minutes to be polite and look around. My partner came then and found me there. While we were looking at the patterns of some of the fabric, I overheard part of a conversation and walked over.
There was a scattering of old ladies, but over with the pair was a familiar face. I approached and had a happy reunion with a man I remembered from my childhood. My family had grown up near his. His name was Buck and he was thrilled to see me, too. He came over to meet my partner and sang a silly song from Bonanza at the top of his lungs while we laughed. I’d just been telling my partner about that song! (None of this is actually true)
Then Buck was in a wheelchair. My partner wandered off. I climbed onto the wheelchair and Buck was wheeling me around. Some old ladies opened the door for the handicapped man and were shocked to see me come out with him. We laughed about that and went to find a cool spot on the lawn to sit and enjoy.
A short while later, I looked up to see a crowd beginning to gather across the lawn. I walked over and looked up. On the power lines, two men dressed in sparkly black and blue cowboy outfits with masks were dueling. One poor horse was also up there, looking very distressed about the whole thing.
I had a long conversation with myself. I could not come to grips with what I was seeing. I kept trying to rationalize it, to think it all out. I thought, well, this couldn’t happen in real life. But, maybe it is one of those tricks, like stage magic. It seemed very real, yet impossible. The people and horse were larger than they should have been. I chalked this up to perspective.
I looked at the very muscular horse. It had metal wheels where hooves would be. Its body posture was very uncomfortable. It didn’t seem to like being up there at all. The cowboy on the right made a move and sort of teleported through the horse and other cowboy. The horse didn’t like that at all.
At some point, I’m not quite sure when, I returned home for a few minutes. I was talking to my partner about how they’d known certain things about me. He pointed to a walkie talkie sitting near where our phone answering machine sits. Instead of blinking a number of messages, it was flashing a “?” symbol. That was supposed to indicate that someone had connected to the room either covertly or by not ending an earlier call. They had an open line to anything we said.
Back at the farmhouse, I went inside. I found the woman and a third, older man inside. He was something like a groundskeeper. I began to search the house. I was angry at the younger man. I felt like I was being manipulated. The woman followed me to the third floor. There she told me she was being trapped by the young man, too. I asked her something about how to proceed. She asked me how I’d gotten into the house. I thought back. She agreed as I realized what I’d done- I’d wished myself in, Intended it. I knew that Intention worked.
I went back outside. I had a plastic cup in my hand with a bit of drink inside. I walked onto the lawn where I’d been and looked toward the western sky. Several giant clawed marks appeared, tearing through the clouds, revealing white behind. Then the sky split into hundreds of red/yellow/blackish balls of fire that spun in place for a few seconds before they came shooting toward me.
I let the cup rim drop down, the water pour out. I was scared for only a fraction of a second. Then I was ready. I faced the sky and bowed my head slightly, waiting for the impact. The next thing I knew, it was over and I was filled with super powers.
People from the lawn began to crowd around me. I no longer cared about any of them. I felt very distant and cold toward them. I wanted to escape them, so I thought *grow* and I watched as they all became smaller and smaller as my body flew up into the sky, gaining height with my size, a feeling almost like flying.
But, ugh, they were all still trying to touch me. I shrank and thought *force field*, but that didn’t seem to be a power of mine, so I sought to escape from them on the ground. I loved my powerful feeling. I also fairly loved the lack of pity. Very sorcerer-like.