I went to bed at 4:30 PM. I had a dream that I was at what was like a wedding or a class reunion, I don't know which, and there were a bunch of people huddled around a place that looked midway between the Lyceum where the prom was held and the halls of Bogie, the school that I attend. There were people outside of it, dressed up. A few fancy cars, also. And then a plane passed by. The plane turned into a highly technological jet and I wanted it to make a sonic boom, and it did. And it was loud so I wanted it to stop. And it did. I tossed the plane behind me. And then to my upper right there were 3 people. And a fat man in a suit walked up and kissed one of the girls. I picked him up with my mind and threw him behind me and I could see in the corners of my mind, the border of nonexistance. He fell into oblivion, which was behind me where I couldn't see. Then, I think I went crazy and started controlling things. I didn't realize it was a dream. To me, it was reality. But I wanted to wake up from it and I tried to force my eyes open. I could feel my fleshly eyes in this world rolling around in my head, as I tried to wake myself up. For a moment there, I was in two worlds at once. I could feel myself waking up from sleep, yet was still in the dream. The sky was an ill gray and purple.
