The Cat Levitator

Somehow I had stumbled upon a hidden power. A drumkey that controlled time and space. It made my every dream come true. I tried to keep it to myself but I couldn’t and soon, those around me knew of my power. The message spread and I tried to hide. The ring flew me to China, and I was hoping not one soul knew of my existence. It was true, but I was unhappy there. Alone. I came back and mass fear of my power has spread in the states. I was not safe. Upon finding an old acquaintance, he let me hide out in his attic. But they soon found me there. He defended me by fighting off the masses downstairs. I didn’t know what they did to him. I kept running. I was paranoid. Everyone seemed like an enemy. Sometime within my frazzled state, I had lost the key. My greatest fear was that it was back in Asia. Lost in time at the bottom of a spa, or under a comforter. I returned to the ravaged house of my old acquaintance. Luckily, it was laying among the rubble. I felt home with it. The power was all I desired…nothing else.

In another dream I was the enemy and provocateur. Some old friends were aboard a ship and the lightsabers they were armed with indicated their status. They were minding their own business. I asked them questions about the nature of their missions. Without warning I attacked them with my light saber. I was an unjust assailant here. No obvious or logical reason to hurt. It was a strange attack. I left their ship and sought refuge in an old cavern with abandoned railroad tracks. Probably a mining cave. There was a dead tree inside. It had been cut down and was partially burned. I climbed on it and watched the daylight from a crack in the stone.

[I wonder why my mind turns waking life problems into scenarios clothed in Lord of the Rings and Star Wars themes]