"I was in a big house. Then I was in a bus, and could absorb this weird green energy from these lights. As I absorbed more and more, the energy in my hand got bigger. Then there was some bad person, and I blasted at them and they died. Then I was back in the big house, and people were going on a trip. There were 30 of us but only 10 seats available in the buses, even though there were like four buses. I was one of the people who didn't get to go. So when the people left, I started chasing them, but halfway to the destination they started coming back, on foot. They were running from something bad (but I don't understand). Then, back at the house, I looked up and out of the window my (dead) grandfather was looking at me, and his eyes were bright red. I went in, and I told my dad, and he said, "Better him than someone else." All of a sudden, everyone started laughing, and cameras started moving around and people were acting like we were acting and coming out of a movie."

I wrote this dream down on a green slip of paper with green marker. I also wrote another dream, but it was so short it's not even worth talking about.