I was in a bathroom in a basement. The lighting in the bathroom was dim. The wall tiles were clean and egg-brown colored. Somebody was beside me. I was practicing something like shouting in a mirror. I may have been a beautiful, blonde, naked woman.
I may have seen a wall break nearby. I wasn't supposed to have broken the wall. I was only supposed to have done something like bend a mirror or a wall by my shouting. The shouting was really just a means of getting up my mental energy for use in moving or affecting matter. I shouted again and heard a crash in another room.
I went out of this room. The entire basement seemed like a wide, unfinished, dark area of columns and pipes and occasionally more rooms like bathrooms.
I went into another one of these rooms and found that I had completely destroyed one of the walls. I may have shouted again. I went into another room and found that I had destroyed another of the walls. I knew this wasn't what I was supposed to be doing. I was only supposed to be bending the walls. But I thought it was very gratifying to be breaking the walls. I wanted to keep on doing it.
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