existing as a couple of chips hidden in a poster on a wall while hiding from folks who would kill me
eating plates to get mass to break down to repair my broken body (which was some kind of high-tech simulacrum of a human body, the magic wand I would wave if I was going to put that in a story is probably ‘nanobots’)
flying around as a temporary dragon with Vital Resources (but no memory of what they were)
getting a phone call telling me “you need to move NOW” because The Enemy were closing in and trying to make my elderly Asian mother stop asking for explanations and just Go – and then I woke up with a bit of a start.
While I can’t remember the connective tissue of this dream, in general this one had an overall theme of ‘being hunted’. It wasn’t a nightmare or anything; it was more like I was in an action movie or something. It was An Adventure and I remained pretty chill throughout the whole thing.