Well do I have a story for you fine ladies, and gentlemen? I in fact do.
In this dream I was still in high school, and had returned to my old school in Virginia after going to Oklahoma for a year. For some reason that the dream never really got into a bunch of the students including myself possessed superhuman abilities, and were put into a separate class. One of my female classmates possessed the powers of telekinesis, another the power to shape shift, there was another gentleman like myself in class who was basically granted the abilities of spiderman, and I possessed the most remarkable ability to spontaneously generate a limited quantity of jelly out of thin air every few minutes (It wasn’t the most glamorous ability but I was able to make a little money on the side selling jars of jelly at low prices). Well it wasn’t long before we recognized some of our less important classmates had gone missing after being sent to detention for some unexplained reason; when we raised the issue with our teacher we were told they simply moved away. The four of us all agreed something fishy was going on, and that we had to do something about; with the exception of the shape shifter who just wanted to keep her head down.
Late at night after school hours have concluded; myself, pseudoSpiderman, and the girl with telekinesis met up behind the school to break in and snoop around; I brought a baseball bat to break in, but the girl with telekinesis just opened all the doors with that. We snooped around the school for a bit, and eventually found this strange laboratory on the third floor with all this unrecognizable equipment and beakers of bubbling chemicals; most notably of all inside was one of our missing classmates, his face stuck to this tube like mask device protruding from the floor; pseudospiderman rushed over to pry him out… and that my friends was when the proverbial excrement decided to take a one way bullet train straight toward the proverbial fan. Psuedospiderman pulled our friend out of the device, and we saw his face was just this warped mass of sinewy muscle (no blood though) tendrils shot from his back and struck Psuedospiderman who collapsed, and began seizing before melting into this black tar like substance; before that could even finish our former friend had torn the telekinetic in half, and only myself; a seventeen with jelly powers and a baseball bat to face this monster alone… I threw a nearby beaker in his face which as luck would have it was filled with some kind of acid, and as he collapsed on the ground; hit him with my baseball bat until he stopped moving.
One might think that with all that the dream would be coming to an end soon, but it had only just begun. There I was surrounded by the corpses of three former friends, so I did the only sensible thing; I ran and took hid in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town trying to think of what to do next. The school of course framed me for the murders, and expelled me. They thought reporting me to the police would be just about the end of my interference; little did they know they had sent me just what I needed in the form of a detective name Tracy. Tracy tracked me down, but came alone; I had been sitting alone in the warehous wondering how in the world I was going to get out of this and drawing a blank, but Tracy explained that he had been investigating a series of disappearances centered around the school, we realizes that if we work together we might be able to find the evidence we need, to put things right.
After all that’s happened I ended up having to sneak back into the school to find evidence; some files about the experiments which I found in the vice principles. I almost got caught on my way out, but an old friend from theater hid me back stage for a bit. With her help I snuck out through an underground bathroom leading to the football field, and aside from a short altercation with a killer clown in the bathroom who was no match for my baseball bat of justice, I escaped once again. After my excursion Tracy and I had the evidence we needed, but I received a call from my shapeshifter friend telling me that the staff of the school were rounding up the students by force and taking the all to the auditorium, I heard a few gun shots in the background; she panicked saying she had to go then hung up. Tracy tried to call for backup but no one at the police station was answering; we decided that we would split up, while he investigated what was wrong with the police station, I was going to try and save the remainder of my friend; he gave me a gun, and we parted ways. Little did I know, that would be the last time I saw Tracy alive.
I was going back to the school, the heart of this mystery yet again, but this time I had no time for subtlety. I went straight in through the bathroom entrance, and burst in to the auditorium taking the principle hostage at gun point and demanding the release of my friends (The one from theater, and the shapeshifter) Reluctantly they complied, we backed up to the exit, and I shoved the principle at the nearest security guard at which point we all just booked it as far away from the school as we could run. When I thought we were safe I had the shapeshifter take a dog form to track down Tracy. As we three walked through the streets they were weirdly empty, we didn’t know why at first, but Tracy’s trail lead us to the wilderness just outside of town where we discovered what had happened to everyone. We stood at the edge of a great pit in which was a swirling vortex of the souls of the town’s inhabitants.
That was where the dream ended, rather cliffhangery isn’t it? Anywho I hope someone gets a kick out of reading about my own weird dream.