I was proof reading a document I had dictated. The document contained many errors as well as comments to myself and directions to the dictator.
I was eating lunch in the canteen at work. Very dark and ominous storm clouds were rolling in. I removed myself to an area with no windows as the clouds had the potential to smash the canteen’s windows in.
I was at a party that appeared to be in someone’s basement that was set up like a long skinny bar. I was chatting up a redhead of average to athletic build with straight medium length hair.
We appeared to spend much of our time on a couch or bean bag assembly. At one stage I lent over and kissed her. I was not offered resistance or encouragement. When I decided to leave I exited to what looked like the back of the Drouin Football Club rooms.
Felt like World Of Warcraft and Heroes merged.
I was friends with Sylar and we were very competitive with each other.
Something about a glowing orange box above the door of a professor’s warehouse abode.
Me being transported to the future and seeing how the world had turned to ruin – ruled by death and destruction overseen by a supernatural dragon.
Back to the present. I was headed down the stars to the main area of the warehouse (from the front door) and I was at mental war with Sylar. After some tooing and frooing, he visualised a rune which then proceeded to unlock the glowing orange box. This released the demon contained within. I was transported to the future again.
The dragon was flying through the darkness in a (potentially) ruined city. It alighted at the top of a tall building then telepathically announced who it was and what the deal was.
Lots more detail in the dream and it felt like it went on for a few weeks overall.