This is not, technically, a dream
, but a hypnagogic hallucination
which I induce
d. Of course, due to the nature of hypnagogic hallucinations, it was practically a dream
except that I was conscious
I was at my parents' house in Albuquerque. It was the dead of winter, and we were experiencing a flash blizzard so intense that even at noon it was dark outside. The power went out, and we were unprepared for this situation, so we had no candles or flashlights with batteries. My mom decided to be a hero and go to the store in her trusty Saab, but she couldn't even get out of the driveway - at least, not technically; the wind was so bad that her car was immediately pushed into the lawn. I went back into my room to ponder things.
In my room, it was bright and warm, and I had power, so I decided to get online, specifically to browse Slashdot while doing my usual MUCKing as a friendly 'morphic grue. Out of the blue, someone pages me, not only linking me (Grue) with my player (Magenta) based on a random comment I had just posted to Slashdot, but also with me in Real Life, my family, my name, my home address... it was very accusatory, and so, of course, I was stand-offish about it.
And then, in real life I was Grue, a living, tangible shadow incarnate, in the form of a sort of demonic hyena (her usual form). I told the accuser to get bent, that I was Grue, and not the person he claimed I was, and then I disconnected from FurryMUCK. I crawled into my safe, warm bed, and then the accoster, a typical YARF, was also in my room, trying to tug the sheets off of my bed to expose me. I reached out and grabbed him, dug my claws into his wrist and twisted his arm, but he still didn't back off, wouldn't give way...
I quite angry, but fortunately my alarm clock began to go off, which made it easy for me to break the hallucination, though I was quite annoyed to be snapped back into reality where I'm not Grue.