I want to tell you more about my dreams.It got some furry bits in it, so bear with me.
Chirgath, this may be important to you.
I'm trying to find the "enemy commander" of my combat dreams. I have met leaders before, and I know some kind of hierarchy is present. On the lowest level are dream figures called "Brutons", which are like malformed, neanderthalish people. They have a type of "super-bruton" leader, which carries a small stone on his belt covered with runes. The stone works like a walkie-talkie.
I confronted one after I had slain his squad. He drove up in some kind of police 4x4 vehicle (this happened in a field in the country, surrouned by scrub trees, with a dirt road leading into it), and got out and walked towards me. I shot him in the head with a shotgun, but he kinda' shrugged it off.
I'm using a pump action, so I keep firing. I blow consecutive levels of his face off, knocking him to the ground. I mean, beneath each face is another face. I stand over him, and the final face is that of child, looking back up at me like that scene in "The Empire Strikes Back" where Luke meets Anakin in the place Yoda told him not to go.
Another type of leader is what I used to call "the black-robed sorcerers". They can fly, and infest important building in the ruins, which I suspect they turn into colleges to create more black robed sorcerers.
Anyway, I descided to hunt one down and make him talk. I caught up to one in the ruins, and I wailed on him with my way-cool dream telekinesis (which feels like using a phantom arm - note to self; the next time I corner one it's getting a psychokentic wedgie just for fun .
I expected him to fight back back with magic, but instead he turned into a black cat and ran. So I turned into a fox and chased him. I caught up to him in an allyway, and went straight for his little black cat throat. I chomped him, and then I worried his head off.
I wanted to make sure he was dead, so I carried his head in my little fox jaws to a small living pool, with clear water and plants and stuff. And I dropped his head into it, and a turtle came up and ate it.
Now, I realize that the sorcerers aren't alive at all: no blood. It should have spattered everywhere, and I should have tasted it. The black robed figures are undead necromancers.
Anyway, I want to tell you about my bad-butt dream powers. I can fly, I have telekinesis. I can see in the dark. I can heal the dying by laying on hands and "opening something up", I'm not sure how better to describe that sensation.
And I am one hell of a well armed marksman. And sometimes, I can shrug off weapon hits.
Also, I've become a number of animals. I'm a shape-shifter. I've only been the fox once, but I've been wolves several times, birds a few times, and once a sea serpent.
I've also been a silver scaled Manticore, but that is another story.
I have also died a few times. And come back. And once, I had my right leg amputated by doctors in a hospital. I could *feel* it, as they took my leg away from me.
Anyway, for me vivid dreaming is a mixed back of horror and awesome, and I await with baited breathe any light anybody else can shed on it.