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Had one of those intense superhero dreams last night, I get these a lot, when a group of us are mutants or have powers of some kind. My powers wildly vary in these dreams. In this particular one, I found myself in a club with a group of strangers (there was no covid in this dream whatsoever, it never even crossed my mind, which was pretty nice), we all had powers of some sort and many of these folx thought they were hot shit, but somehow I knew that they all paled compared to my abilities, but I kept cool and quiet and was just sort of observing. I didn't know anyone and felt a bit isolated and alone, and they all sort of just ignored/dismissed me, unaware of and unconcerned with what I might be able to do.
The host of the club showed up and decided to trap us all there and kill us in various unseemly ways. This was scary, to be sure, but I felt oddly confident that he too was underestimating my abilities, and that if anyone could escape this situation, it would be myself. But again, I didn't want to draw attention to myself, so although I was tempted to stay close to him, I backed away as if I were afraid. He killed this guy in a yellow suit in an intensely horrific way, he didn't let us see but we could all hear. I was sickened but also part of me was almost laughing because it was so over the top in terms of torture/horror that it was ridiculous. And although I felt bad, I didn't actually know the yellow suit guy (and hadn't been impressed by what I had seen of him), so at one point, just out of anxiety I guess, I actually had to hide a snicker.
This was bad, because I think it may have indicated to the host that I wasn't repulsed by what he was doing, which of course I was. At one point I got too close to someone's magic and had something on my leg that wasn't right, and tried to discreetly fix it. I was halfway through healing/removing the spell or whatever was causing the disfigurement, and in the middle of talking to the group, host guy was walking up the isle addressing us and reached my row, and stopped and looked down at it and me, and pet it away for me in a single, simple, quick hand motion over my leg. It wasn't anything I couldn't do, but he did it extremely easily. He looked at me, with his hand on my knee, on my skin, searching my eyes for knowledge. I blinked naively back at him and tried really hard to not let on what powers were lurking under my skin. But I had no real way to block his query. I had this sudden panic of trying to calibrate instantly how to seem the correct amount of afraid, not so afraid to make it obvious that it was for show, but not so calm as to be disrespectful of his abilities and the potentially very real danger I was in. I couldn't tell if I'd fooled him or not. He was probably on to me. I was probably in danger. I still felt confident that I could get away. But I wasn't a hundred percent certain as to how to accomplish my escape. I biding my time, waiting for a window, so as not to cause a scene.
He went on with what had become some sort of show, making people fight each other to the death. At some point, we were sitting in rows, expected to watch, waiting, and he came up to me suddenly from the shadows at my side, bent low, swift and silent, and in an angry whisper, with his face so close to mine that his mouth brushed me, said furiously, indicating to his stage, which was set for him to come on, "I am expecting an introduction." He paused and let a wave of fear and desire wash over me, and stared at me while this happened, brushing my lip. And then he vanished. So, suddenly I am MC. I do not have MC skills. I did not have the sort of powers that would magically make me a good MC, I just suck at that stuff. I was not the prettiest girl in the room either as far as I knew. (I didn't look exactly like me, but not unlike me either, but my personality was the same and I was roughly the same age.) So why this special attention. I had no idea what he wanted, I didn't even know his name. So, well, I figured, a little glamour might not give everything away, so I transformed my hair to curls and my eyeshadow to dark dramatic cat eyes and my dress to clingy black sequins because I don't know, it seemed fitting for the stage, and I introduced, very simply and straightforwardly, since I knew nothing about him, our esteemed host. There wasn't any way for me to ask his name, so I was worried this was going to be disappointing, but then again, maybe he didn't want anyone to know, or maybe this was a test to see if I had any telepathic abilities to read minds or interfere with thought. I could do a little bit of this, but only if people were willing or extremely careless, and it wouldn't even cross my mind to do this to someone I was trying not to piss off. Not my power really. Too impolite for me, heh. I could read powers better than thoughts, even if those powers weren't in use or being displayed. Like, 'that guy has superhuman strength,' or, 'that girl can shoot fire from her hands,' etc. But I couldn't exactly read his. I could just read the volume, if that makes sense - that he had a lot. of. power. I wasn't sure if it was more than mine or not. But I didn't think so.
I awoke right after this so I don't know if my intro would have pleased or disappointed him and if I ever was going to get out or if I could rationalize the fact that I found myself attracted to someone who was torturing innocent people just because he could, and that the attraction was entirely because of his strength and manner and the fact that he was showing me some attention. I was disgusted and surprised by myself and filled with curiosity and trying to fight off lusty thoughts.
He looked like an actor from old soap operas I used to watch as a teenager, Maurice Benard, but not exactly.
sigh. my weird brain.
I woke up and when I went back to sleep I was the same character but in some headquarters of some other superhero type people trying to get me to help them with targeting this guy, or something. While I was there I stopped someone from entering their control room, she was a wild thing and difficult to control but I managed without more than a little effort. They demanded that I stay but you know, they couldn't exactly make me. But they had something I wanted, so I was torn. I woke up deliberating my choices with a little wild mutant pinned to the floor.
I guess my powers included shape shifting/glamour, and extremely strong telekinesis, that also involved effecting or muting other mutant's powers at a distance. If I could do all that, was I mortal? I don't think I knew but it didn't seem in the dreams as if I had an age or was very concerned by it, or my appearance.
Can I just live there forever plz k thx.
The host of the club showed up and decided to trap us all there and kill us in various unseemly ways. This was scary, to be sure, but I felt oddly confident that he too was underestimating my abilities, and that if anyone could escape this situation, it would be myself. But again, I didn't want to draw attention to myself, so although I was tempted to stay close to him, I backed away as if I were afraid. He killed this guy in a yellow suit in an intensely horrific way, he didn't let us see but we could all hear. I was sickened but also part of me was almost laughing because it was so over the top in terms of torture/horror that it was ridiculous. And although I felt bad, I didn't actually know the yellow suit guy (and hadn't been impressed by what I had seen of him), so at one point, just out of anxiety I guess, I actually had to hide a snicker.
This was bad, because I think it may have indicated to the host that I wasn't repulsed by what he was doing, which of course I was. At one point I got too close to someone's magic and had something on my leg that wasn't right, and tried to discreetly fix it. I was halfway through healing/removing the spell or whatever was causing the disfigurement, and in the middle of talking to the group, host guy was walking up the isle addressing us and reached my row, and stopped and looked down at it and me, and pet it away for me in a single, simple, quick hand motion over my leg. It wasn't anything I couldn't do, but he did it extremely easily. He looked at me, with his hand on my knee, on my skin, searching my eyes for knowledge. I blinked naively back at him and tried really hard to not let on what powers were lurking under my skin. But I had no real way to block his query. I had this sudden panic of trying to calibrate instantly how to seem the correct amount of afraid, not so afraid to make it obvious that it was for show, but not so calm as to be disrespectful of his abilities and the potentially very real danger I was in. I couldn't tell if I'd fooled him or not. He was probably on to me. I was probably in danger. I still felt confident that I could get away. But I wasn't a hundred percent certain as to how to accomplish my escape. I biding my time, waiting for a window, so as not to cause a scene.
He went on with what had become some sort of show, making people fight each other to the death. At some point, we were sitting in rows, expected to watch, waiting, and he came up to me suddenly from the shadows at my side, bent low, swift and silent, and in an angry whisper, with his face so close to mine that his mouth brushed me, said furiously, indicating to his stage, which was set for him to come on, "I am expecting an introduction." He paused and let a wave of fear and desire wash over me, and stared at me while this happened, brushing my lip. And then he vanished. So, suddenly I am MC. I do not have MC skills. I did not have the sort of powers that would magically make me a good MC, I just suck at that stuff. I was not the prettiest girl in the room either as far as I knew. (I didn't look exactly like me, but not unlike me either, but my personality was the same and I was roughly the same age.) So why this special attention. I had no idea what he wanted, I didn't even know his name. So, well, I figured, a little glamour might not give everything away, so I transformed my hair to curls and my eyeshadow to dark dramatic cat eyes and my dress to clingy black sequins because I don't know, it seemed fitting for the stage, and I introduced, very simply and straightforwardly, since I knew nothing about him, our esteemed host. There wasn't any way for me to ask his name, so I was worried this was going to be disappointing, but then again, maybe he didn't want anyone to know, or maybe this was a test to see if I had any telepathic abilities to read minds or interfere with thought. I could do a little bit of this, but only if people were willing or extremely careless, and it wouldn't even cross my mind to do this to someone I was trying not to piss off. Not my power really. Too impolite for me, heh. I could read powers better than thoughts, even if those powers weren't in use or being displayed. Like, 'that guy has superhuman strength,' or, 'that girl can shoot fire from her hands,' etc. But I couldn't exactly read his. I could just read the volume, if that makes sense - that he had a lot. of. power. I wasn't sure if it was more than mine or not. But I didn't think so.
I awoke right after this so I don't know if my intro would have pleased or disappointed him and if I ever was going to get out or if I could rationalize the fact that I found myself attracted to someone who was torturing innocent people just because he could, and that the attraction was entirely because of his strength and manner and the fact that he was showing me some attention. I was disgusted and surprised by myself and filled with curiosity and trying to fight off lusty thoughts.
He looked like an actor from old soap operas I used to watch as a teenager, Maurice Benard, but not exactly.
sigh. my weird brain.
I woke up and when I went back to sleep I was the same character but in some headquarters of some other superhero type people trying to get me to help them with targeting this guy, or something. While I was there I stopped someone from entering their control room, she was a wild thing and difficult to control but I managed without more than a little effort. They demanded that I stay but you know, they couldn't exactly make me. But they had something I wanted, so I was torn. I woke up deliberating my choices with a little wild mutant pinned to the floor.
I guess my powers included shape shifting/glamour, and extremely strong telekinesis, that also involved effecting or muting other mutant's powers at a distance. If I could do all that, was I mortal? I don't think I knew but it didn't seem in the dreams as if I had an age or was very concerned by it, or my appearance.
Can I just live there forever plz k thx.
