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It was daylight when I woke up in a field in the wilderness. I looked up at my sky then. It was blue. I now understand why. I still had my knife there with me. When I leaned up I found myself soaked with dew all over my clothes. But my hands were still sticky and stained from what I perceived to be the actions of last night. I wiped them on my grass. Must be a lingering of guilt, but the stain had shrunken considerably from what it once was. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. But it's not my consciousness that controls what'll happen, it's my subconscious mind. I grew angry, frustrated that despite my meditations I still had such limited control over that which I create in the blind moment with every blink. I noticed a patch of deep red-colored flowers in the other side of the field. They seemed to be creeping closer, symbolizing my emotions overcoming me. I calmed down. My head hurt and it rang when I stood up. It always hurt me when I woke up like this. The day would be filled with headaches. They were happening more often. I left the open field and walked onto my gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of my mind to come back to me. I could see the car parked far down the road and I walked toward it. I got to my car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was now a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case lying on the seat. Out across my field, I could see two tiny people walking by my woods. I began to walk towards them. How different the world looks after my realization. All that I experience are daydreams, sometimes reflections of my mind, body or soul, others just imaginary playthings to idle the time. And of course, those little people out there were mine too.
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There is no sky
 Weather Control: Supreme
I remember how my life changed. My head was still in a fog when I opened my eyes to that immaculate white room. "Where am I, what's going on?" Take it easy there. Relax. You're in Science sector Hospital. You collapsed in the University library. You've been in a coma for the past week. "I...had been feeling light headed. Never thought it was anything serious." It's worse than that, I'm afraid. We ran some tests. You have multiple tumors in your brain, the largest the size of a grape. All are inoperable. "..." Unless something can slow or stop their rate of growth you only have a few months. We're going to run a few more tests and there is still hope... I sat in shock for about an hour, until I turned on the TV, if for nothing else than a distraction. It seems a hurricane had hit the city out of nowhere, it had started around the time I heard the news. My mind was slowly coming back to me. More than that. Questions that had plagued me for years seemed so simple to me. New concepts, connections between things previously I had thought were unrelated. Why didn't I see it before? The hurricane died down into nothing but a few fluffy white clouds in a sunny day the moment I realized what was happening to me.
There are no material objects
 Matter Animation: Standard
What was happening to me was that my eyes were opening up to the truth. The views I had held all my life were wrong. I saw how changes in my mood changed the weather. Everything I saw looked different, like I was seeing the world for the first time. I eventually realized I was influencing so much more than the weather. Everything. But most of the things I wasn't consciously doing. I would go to sleep and awake to find the walls a different color. Locked doors opened for me and me alone. Little things changed. I could feel it, even if I couldn't see it. When I told the doctor this he just nodded his head and sighed. I heard him say something about me becoming delusional. I was afraid. I thought he might be right. But somehow, deep down I knew this wasn't true.
There is nothing wrong with me
 Regeneration: Supreme
More and more I saw and made the connections. The terrorist bombing I read about in the newspaper was my doing! It was really a distraction from the boredom of sitting in bed all day! Everything I experienced, everything I had ever experienced my entire life was a reflection of my internal state. But no matter how hard I willed, some things didn't change. It became clear to me that it wasn't my conscious, but my unconscious that controlled everything. These so-called tumors that were killing me weren't that at all. They were symbols of my growing enlightenment. My hospital, my ailments, my doctors were all symbols of my fear and uncertainty over what I was becoming. It was my own fears and negative emotions that were killing me. Yes, even the people aren't real. They're so predictable, my people. I see that now. I discovered I could influence them, too. But that was later.
There is no one else
 Emotion Control: Superior
If my hospital, my ailments and my doctors were all symbols of myself, then I couldn't count on anyone else to help me. That would be insane! Only I could save myself, only I could continue my search for the truth. But how do I do that? I had to rid myself of fear, doubt, guilt, etc. But how does one destroy a thought? The hospital, the doctors and everyone who thought I was dying are the symbols of these things. I had to destroy these things to save myself. So that's what I did. I am real. The only truth I had discovered in my meditations was that I alone existed. All I was doing was destroying illusions, dreams in my own mind, so it's not really murder. I now better understand how to control these imaginary people. Its not quite mind control, but I saw the look on the face of my nurse when she saw what I had done to my doctor. I made her...I made it fear. I could have given her a flower, told her how pretty she looked and made her feel good, given in to the fantasy of the dream. But she was my enemy, too. She was afraid and confused, and I had made her that way. It was not real and had to be destroyed as well.
They exist only in my mind.
 Disintegration: Superior
- Ranged Attack Only
- Armor Piercing
- Target Seeker
- Multi-Attacks
- Ranged and Melee Attack
One by one, I am getting better. The illusions struggle to survive more fiercely than ever, but they don't stand a chance against their maker. When I killed the doctor, I was covered in blood, as if I had bathed in it. Their blood stains my hands less and less now. I awoke one morning and read a newspaper that said the hospital had been destroyed, vanished overnight. It reported that the cause of its disappearance is a complete mystery. But I know. Each day, my mind comes back to me and I realize more about this world I'm in, my world. Once all my distractions have been eliminated, all that will remain is truth and that which is real.
Lebenstraum
 Phasing: Superior
Wondering through my streets, I see people walk past me as if they had no idea I existed. I see people who recognize me and run. Run little people, run! For you exist on my whim. Dance my puppets, dance! How long had I lived a slave to my own imagination? Now I am its master. I can go anywhere and do anything now. No illusion can stop me. The world used to be so dull and ordered. Now, anything is possible. I am free to enjoy this dream to its fullest. And what an amazing dream it's turning out to be.
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