Dream: we were in some dungeon building running away from some men in suits who were also looking for the clay bowl of fire… it broke. Rules said that once one broke one could make another. My mom made one and signed it with her name. They were chasing me as they realized that what they had was not the fire bowl, but a lighting bowl (which was worthless to them). They knew that I had it, and chased me down some stairs. I escaped the building and locked the door behind me, they would have to go through all the obstacles and traps again to reach the next exit so they could reach me. This gave me time to reach the place where I would make the bowl ascend.
I was running towards the van, my will to move was such that I began to fly… and so I realized I was dreaming. I began to descend as I got closer to the van, but then I realized that I could just fly to my destination (if I used the van it would turn into a car chase…). I learned how to fly in dreams decently in a dream I had on October 8, 2011. But then I was concerned that they would be able to shoot me down from the sky, so I thought of using the same mental method I learned to fly with, and teleport. I tried teleporting, and I teleported to another similar looking parking lot… or was it the same one and I was just facing a different direction? I wasn’t sure, maybe it was the same parking lot in a different universe or time… The risk was too high, I needed to teleport to a place where those guys wouldn’t reach me.
I teleported to the desert. It was a beautiful desert, clouds covered the sky, and the horizon was covered with a soft fog, as I landed the sand looked like if it was made out of brown-yogurt colored cotton cream, with bluish tint at the distance. I flew forward and the sky closed up so that I was now in a cave; There were snow covered “pillars” spinning with tilted towers on top of them, these pillars guarded the entrance to a tunnel… I flew over to the pillars to inspect this sight; (if I intended to look for the place to make the bowl ascend I had forgotten about it by now).
As I reached the spinning pillar it was now just a small trunk sized stub, I touched the pillar as it was spinning; I felt the cold of the snow as I rubbed it off with my fingers. As for the tower on top of it… I looked up but I couldn’t see it. A car drove into the tunnel and I thought to chase it to check it out. It sped up as I was running towards it so I began to fly, but I couldn’t focus to fly fast enough to reach it; I lost it. I went back out of the tunnel where the spinning pillars were. On my way out of the tunnel I pushed some wooden crates out of the way (they were the size small of bedrooms). A I was back in the cave, I thought to put the crates back where they were. I knew that in dreams, simple tasks like these could become really complicated (just like running down a hall to a door can become a nightmare); so to keep things simple and to be able to “mind their location in the dream” as I moved them, I used the same mental method I used when flying to move them back telekinetically… and I did.
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