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Mar. 5th, 2006 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethHad a nice relaxing night's sleep.
I remember I dreamed of Oz.
Then I dreamed of a hostage crisis at college, everyone in the lobby being held hostage by men armed with fully automatic weapons, which turned out to be about trying to raise a demon. But with magic and teamwork I totally stopped them. The demon bad guy was using music, a demonic DJ deck, to drain off the power of everyone that could hear it and pour it into the summoning spell. I blowed it up. First with an electrical surge, which they caught me doing, and it didn't work. Then they boasted that the thing had no less than 28 dark charms worked into it. 28? Okay. So I looked for 28 bits of demony magic and crunched them all. Since they could only make one a night it would take a full moon cycle to replace the lot of them. Sorted. AND there was still all that magical energy it had been raising and pulling together. I plugged into it and used it to make all the bullets fall down and fall apart. That was cool. The floor ended up looking like it was covered in poppy seeds, there were that many bullets, but nobody got hurt.
So, triumphant dream. Very relaxing.
But my hand still kind of hurts. Wonder what I did to it.
I remember I dreamed of Oz.
Then I dreamed of a hostage crisis at college, everyone in the lobby being held hostage by men armed with fully automatic weapons, which turned out to be about trying to raise a demon. But with magic and teamwork I totally stopped them. The demon bad guy was using music, a demonic DJ deck, to drain off the power of everyone that could hear it and pour it into the summoning spell. I blowed it up. First with an electrical surge, which they caught me doing, and it didn't work. Then they boasted that the thing had no less than 28 dark charms worked into it. 28? Okay. So I looked for 28 bits of demony magic and crunched them all. Since they could only make one a night it would take a full moon cycle to replace the lot of them. Sorted. AND there was still all that magical energy it had been raising and pulling together. I plugged into it and used it to make all the bullets fall down and fall apart. That was cool. The floor ended up looking like it was covered in poppy seeds, there were that many bullets, but nobody got hurt.
So, triumphant dream. Very relaxing.
But my hand still kind of hurts. Wonder what I did to it.