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I don't know what I ate or drank or took before bed last night but my dream got WEIRD. Like I woke up going "was this a movie I saw, or just want to see?"

In the dream I was a Korean girl, ALMOST sure it was North Korean but that part was fuzzy. I was young and my older brother had pressured me into this mail-order bride thing in order for us both to get to the US. It didn't quite work out in the "find a husband" part but unbeknownst to both my brother and I, the mail-order-bride service was a cover for the Korean government to secretly brainwash and train and experiment on these girls to turn them into super soldiers (unbeknownst to me because, you know, they erase that part of your memory)

So the mail-order thing doesn't work out, as I mentioned. My brother's mad that we didn't get to the US successfully so I run away and hide out at some all-girls boarding school or something. The government doesn't like that their super soldier just got away so they track me down there. Meanwhile I STILL have no idea, and am baffled when soldiers attack the school.

This is when a rogue soldier or ex-soldier or something from some other super soldier program (who looked like a young Schwarzenegger (yeah, random white dude in the Korean army, okay) like half the time but then just looked like another more believable human being) decided to help me out. He protected me while I slowly began to discover what I was, find clues that led me to find out about the super soldier project.

At the end of the day the rogue soldier helped out a lot and everything, but I realized my full potential and saved my own damn self.

Then I woke up.

And, as I said, went "... was this a movie? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?"

I told Will about it. His response was "It's not a movie I'VE seen. But I totally WOULD."
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I'm okay with NyQuil dreams being kinda fucked up. THAT'S fine. But that was only about half of what I had last night. The other half? Anxiety dreams! Full of "your enemies will befriend your friends and family and convince them all that you're terrible". I've got tangible real-life proof that people trying that ends badly for them and I've got some amazingly loyal people who love me, but goddamn my brain did NOT want to accept that last night. So rude, brain. SO rude.
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They were all there. Will, close friends, lovers both past and present... we were all trapped. I don't know what the enemy was, I guess it doesn't matter. What mattered is that they were in danger. I was too, but that never seemed to bother me much. Whatever the enemy was came from the sky, the only way to make sure we were safe was to cover the city in a giant dome. And for some fucking reason, I controlled that dome. I don't know if it was magic... it probably was. I would walk outside when I felt weak, soaked in power from the moon. My eyes would glow and I could power the dome and keep us all safe. But it was draining... I became weak, I lost my hair. But I never told anyone what was happening. They knew we were all protected by the dome, they knew it sometimes grew weak or even vanished, but it always came back. They knew I was weaker by the day but I refused to tell them I was the one who created and maintained their protection. I think later in the dream they figured it out - maybe one of them saw my eyes. They were frustrated. Told me I would die if I kept this up, told me it wasn't worth it. I argued. I had to protect them all. Right before I woke up they stood around me, Will held my hand, looked me in the eyes... "don't do this alone".


Subtle, brain. Reeeeally subtle.


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