Dream Storytime - Detection Spell

This is purely a recollection of a dream I had last night that I thought was pretty interesting. I just wrote it for my journal entry in English class so I thought I might share it here! It's not edited at all so pardon all the grammar mistakes and lack of thorough description.

Here’s a dream I had:

Backstory: 

I am a mage in a mage’s order, my specialty is dark energy and energy manipulation and detection. My parents both died almost 10 years ago, because they failed a spell. 

More on the failed spell: I’m not quite sure what the spell was supposed to do, maybe open a portal through to a parallel universe or even just something simple, it’s a mystery. It failed through, manipulated reality and their existence and bodies, and changes. Their faces morphed and stretched and their bodies exploded in light and they were never seen again. They were almost stopped, but the mage order was too late to save them. The after loss was cataclysmic. The road was shattered and the night sky had shifted slightly, but no one knew how. 

One of my key spells is an energy detection spell, I’m particularly good at gathering and holding energies. 

When this dream started, the Mage order was in the middle of a war against a darker order that was trying to wipe us out, possibly for my parent’s possible universe-manipulation. The dream didn’t give me enough context to be certain of why exactly we were under attack. 

Dream:

It was dark, only some high lights by light manipulators held up in the air, illuminating the faces of those who walked around the clearing. We are surrounded by trees, and a few mages surround me from a distance, waiting for me to prepare my detection spell. I take a deep breath and move my hands in front of me, steadily moving my alms to face away from me and outwards.

I take a deep breath and cross my arms, turning my palms to tilt towards the ground and each other, away from me. I held them that way, gathering energy from around me, darkness and the shadows laid by the lights above. The lights dimmed as I focused. I let go of the breath harshly and quickly pulled my hands apart, carefully holding the darkness as it took shape in front of me, a little whirlpool of darkness. It shifted to the side but I held it steady, feeling its jerking and resistance. I held tighter, coaxing it to my power until my arms stopped shaking. I threw it up into the air in a steady motion, it flew and remained in the sky, blending with the night, only visible when illuminated by the mage’s lights. It struggled and disapparated, sensing the energies, and then exploded with pale purple light.

Good. I thought.

The purple light meant the only magic detected was light magic, which would be from the light mages on camp. So nothing to fear, we are safe. There was a collective sigh of relief from the camp-clearing and I smiled grimly, knowing that even though they hadn’t found us yet, it would only be a matter of time. I sat by my friend on a roughly made table, likely fabricated by one of the material mages. I picked up a grimoire, mine, and flicked through the first few pages quickly, trying to ignore the drawings there. Earlier on, years ago, I had written and drawn out everything I saw when my parents died, and changed the universe. Alongside spells and incantations, they’d said, scribbled out when the high mages almost caught me with them. I sighed and got to a log page, careful not to bump my friend as I took a pencil and logged my most recent spell, the detection one. 

That was pretty much all the dream showed me. The spell was most interesting to me because it felt so real. I felt the spell’s struggle and movement, and I felt it gathering when I held it. I even remember exactly how the spell was done, down to details on movement and palm-facing, and even how I was supposed to breathe with the energies. It was very interesting.