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Originally Posted by <PERSON> Stolen Heart I live in a community where doing magic is the norm. A lot of weird things are happening, though. For one, there are these giant black beetles everywhere, attacking random animals. One of them is attacking a baby crocodile, while another has attached itself to a turtle's foot. The turtle "runs" around frantically, trying to get it off. Also, someone seems to be out to get me. My heart was stolen and locked away somewhere. After a bit of digging, I find a large, hollowed out book. My heart is there, beating as it normally would. But I read some of the writing on the pages that remain, and learn to my horror that if my heart were removed from this book, I would die. I rebury it, but the patch of dirt does not blend in with the rest of the ground, and I do not want my brother digging it back up out of curiosity. Someone I am with (that looks a lot like <PERSON>) points his wand at the ground and yells, "<PERSON>!" Nothing happens. He sheepishly explains that it was a very complex spell, and that he is not powerful enough to cast it. "Maybe I could try?" I ask. He shrugs, so I point my wand at the spot where my heart is burried and say, "<PERSON>!" Some "sand" starts to form all over the ground, though it looks more like styrofoam. Some styrofoam palm trees also form. I have to continually guide the stuff to spread out with my mind, though, or else it willl start to wither. Finally I cannot hold it anymore and it withers away. But the spot where I would been digging did look like it blended in slightly better. "Very impressive," the guy said, nodding and giving me a pat on the shoulder. A bit later <PERSON> informs me that school is starting up, and that we need to head over there before we are late. What? But I do not even have my schedule yet. I have not gotten any supplies... Duh, I am dreaming. ((Is not it odd how all that abnormal stuff was happening, yet I become lucid from something much more mundane?)) I inform <PERSON> that there is no point in going to school, because it is all a dream. She looks doubtful but does not argue. I walk up through my back yard with her, and someone who resembles the lady from The Devil Wears Prada says a lot of hurtful things to <PERSON>, then stalks off to the front yard. I decide to have a little fun, so I sneak to the edge of the house and try to use a levatating spell to send a golf ball flying into her head. It does not work, and after a bit of trying I decide it is not going to. Later I am telling my brother that it is a dream, and I think it would be cool if this were really him and not another DC so that we could say we had a shared dream. I am about to take flight, but something happens and I wake up. 2- Competitive Someone challenges me and another person to see who can collect the most muskadines. The person I am competing against will not even let me pick any, so I travel to all different locations (I can see myself on a map!) to get them. End the end, though, I only get ten, so I lose miserably.