Dream: I was out for 3 hours and 90 minutes (or maybe it was 2 hours and 20 minutes) but I lost 3 years.
They dressed me up like a gay dude to serve them, (as in wait tables), with another guy. Actually am a guy in a black suit when they do it. They leave me in a room, the other server leaves and a man tells me they will only give me what I can handle. They aren’t referring to waiting on them, but something much worse (torture and certain death). I am left in a room to change, I figure out their scheme and fly/slip out through a window that’s only open a crack.
I fly out into the night sky and across the town. They are on my tail, but never get a hold of my ankles. I quickly defeat each of their men. They chase me one at a time, each picking up where the other left off. Each of them has some sort of super power. At one point I stand across from one of them with my arms akimbo and then proceed to defeat him. One guy looks gray and transparent like a shadow, he walks/runs on the ground, his knees are bent, so that he is vertical from feet to knees, and parallel to the ground from the knees up. This seems close to flying, but not nearly as cool.
I fly into a factory/industrial building, through a variety of white painted rooms with the current guy who’s chasing me close behind. I fly through many other scenarios and escape narrowly through windows and around edges. The chase seems do go on forever. I fly in all different ways that I would need to. I am a little surprised that it is easy for me to speed up when I need to. I don’t want things to be like this, I manifest a better situation. I fly up upon some carnis getting ready to head out of town, there are three large trucks covered with circus advertising. I am a little surprised that this is what came out of my desire for more fun, but it seems interesting enough and maybe I can quickly slip into one of their caravans.
I am too late, or rather they are too close behind me. I have to keep flying. The night is pleasant and the sky the nice color of blue that happens when the moon lights it up. I decide I need to manifest something calmer, where these guys don’t exist. I want to sit on the beach of Lake Michigan. Just as this is coming on the horizon (of possibility, or visibility?) I wake up.
Wake up overheated, though happy that I flew steadily in many different ways and that I was lucid. Too bad it couldn’t have been in a better situation.