Other friends touched the computers and they would disappear into the computers and the computers would be fried.  I wasn't touching the computers - my gren hand coming out of my belly would touch the computers and it wouldn't even really have to type.  I went down this fenced area up a walkway and was fighting off the little fat elk/neopet tax man guys and the hand was shooting things at them.  a purple light.  There were some on the fence gates I had to go through - they were in a purple bubble and the hand didn't work, but I busted through the fence with my foot and was fine.  I got past those things and a lady came and tried to make me go into the room - but I told her I was going anyway and she didn't neeed to force me.  I got into the room and there were my friends.  The lady wanted my amulet of protection.  And my friends said it wasn't an amulet of protection 'cause they've never seen it in any of the D&D books.  It was just a dwarven protection armor plus 1.  I guess I told her that.  I kept getting the feeling that she was going to each of the exits and setting them on fire so we couldn't get out.  I looked at the windows, and we were 2 stories or 3 stories up.  The windows looked pretty solid (kinda like my windows without the double panes).  And I looked down the hall (I could see out this window to a lower level and there were people who looked confused because we were still here and they were having to evacuate).  Even though there were 1 or 2 bad guys left in the room I started hollering for everyone to evacuate because I could tell she'd made it around to the right side of the building - I could See her because I'd developed that gift all of a sudden.  Everyone started getting up to evacuate (8-10 people) and the bad guys were letting us.  I went first and could see the lady was about to come around the corner - I wanted to make sure everyone knew that I'd gone left and down the stairs (even though I was following the green exit signs).  I screached just at the time she came around the corner and I started kicking her ass.  Everyone came pouring out the doors and she got in a car.  Somehow we disabled the car by pushing it against the side and she got out.  We needed to call the cops.  I had a phone I was trying to get to work - but it was like moldy paper or moldy leaves and I could barely hear the ringing.  I finally heard the ringing - but it was one continuous ring and I knew it wouldn't work.  Cory - a friend of mine let me use his phone, and I dialed 911 and then couldn't find the Talk button.  A vietnamese person was tryng to tell me the wrong way - how to go into tools, etc to find a different button.  I just wanted Talk.  Cory was trying to figure it out too, and then I found it amongst the many many multi-use buttons on the phone and was able to tell the police where we were and what was happening.

There were these bums fighting in the middle of the road - and they were extraordinarily fighting - all fluid and floppy and yelling at each other.  There was a police car but they didn't do anything about these men.  They scared me.  I was walking too and walked under the underpass where they were but they'd moved on.  I had to make a u-turn on the road before that and there was a car waiting on me, but I had been off track a mile or 2 and needed to go back the other way.  (So there was an obstacle and I had to overcome it by getting back on track.)

Rat in a underground train maze.  Walkway with stairs.  Who do I follow - trust my guts.  Find out I followed wrong person because I wasn't trusting my guts enough.  - they (2 men) got a stool out and were going to have me get Christmas lights down.  I'd seen that happen before and didn't want it to happen to me - so I ran.  There was this little blonde girl - she was surprised I could see her - she thought she was a ghost.  I was screaming kind of and these police officers came and grabbed me.  It was the story of the little girl and the rat.  I'd turned into a rat - and that's how I had the strenth to hold on to the railings while that slinkydink rubbery band had come and wrapped around me and was trying to pull me back to the 2 men.  I was looking down and feeling sad and the police officer was surprised that it seemed I could understand him.

I had dreamt about this guy before - and he had lost his memory, and his poetry - because of these 2 horrible men.  Well he was at a kiosk that sells food - in a very crowded area.  And these 2 men saw him and called him out.  He said - I haven't been ____ for a long time.  Everything was taken from me in a horrible mugging.  They looked at each other - and at me as I passed by - and were happy that he didn't remember them.

Major themes about following instinct to develop my powers more - powers of perception, of good luck, of extrasensory perception...