I believe there was more in the early part of this dream (something about 'thouroghbred tanks'?) but the really cool part that I remember is that I was walking into a very large house. It seemed like it was under construction because some (all?) of the roof was solid plywood. I think it was an artifact (my term for a thing carried over from a waking experience) from an under-construction funeral home I had seen previously. Anyway, I go inside and there seems to be some kind of party on - i mean the formal kind where people stand around and talk, not the guitar smashing beer bash kind.
So I'm standing in the midst of this dream party when all of a sudden everyone is quiet. Simultaneously, the air is filled with the ominous Sepiroth Theme from Final Fantasy VII (definite artifact). Descending a staircase in the middle of the room is a shadowy, menacing Pseudo-Sepiroth. To comfort myself, I say 'Don't worry. It's only a dream.' AHA! A dream! I am suddenly lucid, and the world seems to snap into sharp technicolor panavision.
Seeing how Sepiroth is the bad guy, I decide to create a sword from thin air and kill him. Unfortunatly, nothing happens. I walk up to the Pseudo-Sepiroth and demand he 'let me make objects!'. He answers the way someone might if asked a question they should know but cannot answer. "uhhhh... you can now." Again I try and fail. When I ask another dream person, I am thrown out-litterally.
I get up, brush myself off, and realize I am in a completely different place. It is a narrow street, both sides lined with small quaint houses of almost day-glo colours. My grandma sticks her head out a house window and says 'don't worry, you can make all the little toys on the barbeque you want.' I brush past, angry at my stupid subconscious for being so mean.
As I walk by, there is a small break in the gaudily coloured houses. A park is located in the gap. My friend Ian is there, standing idly. I tell him that since this is a dream, he is not real so he'd better let me make stuff. Ian is angry at my suggestion of his nonexistence, and starts beating the sh** out of me. I laugh as I feel the force of the blows, but no pain. About now I lose lucidity.
Ian falls trips, and clutches his leg in obvious pain. I run away, but he catches up and is about to start the big-time bollocking when I drift awake.
