..and it was pretty intense. Most of my vivid, colorful dreams leave me dying by the end of them (or the middle) but this one did not. So here it goes…

I’m lying down in the dirt somewhere. People running around me, some yelling, some fighting. I hear footsteps around my head, someone notices I’m alive. I’m grabbed by someone and thrown into a big metal elevator with grated walls and chains everywhere. There are people with weapons surrounding me and other captives.

Everyone is dirty. All clothes are worn down and makeshift. The elevator grinds and clangs to the top. Some are whispering, some crying, most are silent. I feel eerie. There’s a rumble, and the doors open.

Everyone is pushed out of the elevator. We’re like cattle. There are chains pathways, I’m being pushed from behind. “Where am I?” No response. We’re entering a room. It looks like a courtroom, only it’s round. Everyone is silent. There’s a old woman sitting in the center of the room, with a table and an empty chair beside her. One of the captives is forced into the chair. They’re whispering briefly, her face is blank. She waves to the guard, they take the captive away. Next one is up. Same deal. This happens a dozen times.

Now my turn. I sit beside her. Her eyes are black. She stares deeply in my eyes. “Where are they?” she demands.
“Where are what? What the hell is going on here?”
“The rocks, dear? You have the rocks don’t you?” She’s not being aggresive, very unlike the others. She touches my hand and asks again. “The rocks, child, have you brought them back?”

I’m perplexed. I don’t know what to say; I feel something in my pocket. A bag? I pull it out. A black velvet bag. I hold it up to her. Her eyes widen, everyone in the room gasps. There are a few older men at the front of the room, they look concerned. I pour the bag onto the table; the bag is full of runes, made of white stones.

As I pour them out, one falls off the table and rolls away. I feel it roll away. I feel the stones resting on the table. I feel everything in the room. More gasps from the room. One of the older men demand we stop. I stand up and reach for the fallen stone. It’s on the other side of the room. From there, it slides toward me. The stones on the table start to rattle. I lose control.

The stones scatter all over the place and I lift myself off the ground. I feel my hands pushing on the floor, but they aren’t touching anything. I fly through the air and almost hit the ceiling. Swirling and twisting around I lose balance and fall. Just before landing, I catch myself and float safely to the floor. Without touching them, I pick up all the stones at once, hovering them around me, then I set them down in front of the old woman. She looks pleased. I feel other stones now. They’re hidden behind the old men in front. I start pulling them out with my mind, the men are furious. They scream for order in the room as commotion erupts; I hover there in the center with stones in orbit.

I wake up.