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Somehow I had acquired a certain radioactive rock. It had the appearance and density of lead, although it was a little more shiny. It had grooves and tread etched into it as if it was once part of something larger, and was merely a fragment.

Just as mysteriously, as only dreams can make seem normal, the rock was stolen from me. I also somehow knew exactly where it was too: in the possession of my favorite high school science teacher, who happened to be a little bit eccentric, but mostly genius.

I knew how dangerous this rock was, so I went to retrieve it immediately. I walked into school, and snuck into his office where I pretended to have a legit reason for being there. I walked in, retrieved the rock, and ran out of the building.

On my way out, (jumping off of a building and landing on the propellers of flying cars to break my fall and things, breaking stuff… something about crossing an ocean as well…) the rock EXPLODES in my hand, and disintegrates. The shockwave sweeps across the planet, and while it’s effects aren’t physical, mental and very subtle physical damage occurs. Things like, cars being turned upside down, and paper with records being reversed or scrambled.

I discover that the explosion has given my hands a kind of super power. I can generate a -tremendous- amount of heat from the tips of two of my fingers just by relaxing and concentrating. So much that it can burn and sear through skin. I can also use it to highlight words on a page, and in some cases write. Not very useful powers, but I was fascinated by them, and showed them to whoever would listen. I remember burning my own arm testing it out… and trying to convince others to try it, to see if it was real.

There are other smaller bits to this dream. Something about moving out of one house and into another… there is a lot of speed and secrecy, as if I am a fugitive trying to live a normal life.

At one point, in the middle of one transit between the old house and the new one, I receive a fax from through a device I apparently invented to replace the computer, but the pages are warped and cut off. I decide to reply, but every time I try to send the fax, I get a busy-signal.

Through most of the moving process, I have a companion, but I don’t remember who she/he is, or my relationship to them.

Here the dream sorta splits.

Plot Split A: I return to the school, and discover that my favorite science teacher had a heart-attack and died when the rock exploded. I guessed that it was because of his connection to it, because of his experiments, or perhaps because he felt so guilty about stealing it. I was devastated.

Plot Split B: I return to the school, and everyone is upset and concerned because my favorite science teacher is very sick, and is going to die within the hour. I have “dejavu” because of the previous plot-split, and begin to cry immediately. Everyone is in his office, ready to say goodbye, but I know I should not go inside while crying so hard. I try to stop, but it takes so much effort and time that I’m afraid he will pass before I can go in and say goodbye. So I part the curtain and enter, but the “camera” of the dream does not follow me, and I don’t know what happens next.

In Retrospect:Some of the things in the dream jump out at me as obvious. The super-hero theme is something I experience all the time, me being so unsatisfied with how fucking shy I feel in real life. Me knowing something no one else does (the truth about the rock) kind of goes with that. The super-powers in my fingertips I’m sure are because of the aura-meditations I’ve been trying to get back into. And losing someone close to me because of my arrogance, or simply because I wasn’t careful enough… well, that’s a pretty obvious fear.

I woke up feeling relief and severe disappointment that it was just a dream. I was glad that the fictitious science teacher was not dead, but I was mostly devastated to learn that I really don’t have super-powers in my fingertips.