A Magical Detective Agency

I had a dream last night about being apart of a magical detective Agency.  I wasn't spell slinging (and who'd want to?) but the agency was a detective agency that dealt with dangers of a magical nature. I dreamed that we were handling an inner city crime.  The imagery was inner Salt Lake City or downtown West Valley City in the industrial district.

We were investigating something, and Shirley McLane was in the dream.  I explained to her that we called ourselves Rip Tide.  This would make an interesting D20 Modern setting.

I had a dream

I had a dream where Evil had come to my land and I was sent to find someone to battle it.  Our valley was invaded by troops with an evil design.  They killed all who stood in their way to fight for freedom.  Those that were left retreated and they sent one of their own out on a Journey to find someone who can vanquish the evil.

The details were:

There was an Idyllic land, a modern city, and the journey took place over the mountains.  The rest is spotty.  But I didn't write it down as soon as I woke up. :)  There were some symbols I had to step on, though.

Dreams and Dreaming

They say pretty much you can stimulate your crown chakra by writing down your dreams and visions.  I had one last night, a dream.

It was a dream where my grandparents had recently died (they are all dead by now), and we were cleaning everything up in the garage. I dreamed of everything from DVD racks (the kind you have where you sell things) and candy dispensers, to beating up one Lex Luthor. I think we are going to move soon because we were moving.  I didn't see the house that we were moving into, but it's cool.

Here's to moving! :D

Dreams of Fires

I dreamed a dream last night.  I was living in the mountains to the east of Salt Lake City.  It was summer, and a nice breeze.  I was along the lake with a friend of mine. However, later in the day a powerful hot wind blew in from the west, bring with it a powerful wild fire.  Then thick, dark smoke covered the Sun and sky.  From the smoke floated tiny particles of poison as the fire ravaged the land.  The particles were fallout, and they killed most every living thing that the fire could not kill.