February 9th

Had a dream that started in some kind of academy like setting, wandering around doing the daily grind, my character cliche seemed to be that I had a dependency or at least semi-addiction to sour candies and the like, always checking the vending machines for the newest sour craze.
After a while I stumbled across some kind of service entrance like area that was "staff only" but of course my adventurous spirit was strong
so I ignored the signs and took a look around before ultimately leaving, I heard/saw someone so I began sneaking out.
Somehow they found out regardless and the next time I woke up I was in some kind of holding cell, my first was detention but then it
seemed obvious this far more serious than "see me after class" level bullshit, it turned out to be some kind of lab.
They were running experiments on students but only the ones they could justify taking such as those expelled who "ran away" from home after
or in my case, those who ventured where they were not meant to venture and apparently "saw too much" despite having seen little to nothing...
Over the course of the experiments I began to show signs of genetic mutation and developed powers, specifically early superman like powers
such as nigh-invulnerability and the strength to break through steel and concrete, no flying but over time learning to jump really well but
not super speed or anything else like heat beams or X-ray vision, needless to say it was cool but also worrying since it seemed like they
weren't in the business of making super heroes so much as trying to learn more about genetic manipulation and such via "study".
I was either going to be kept indefinitely for study or dissected (heh, good luck with that) so I decided it was a nice place to visit but not live
and promptly began getting the F out of dodge one wall/door at a time, I found a girl who hadn't developed powers like I had and offered
her the chance to leave with me, she agreed and we made out way out the seemingly government funding level facility.
I remember a lot of gunfire at times, mainly directed at me since it seemed like they wanted the girl alive.
There was a point when a guy pulled out an Uzi or machine pistol and started unloading when she was right next to me, the others
in his group didn't seem to like that any more than we did judging by their responses, I stood there until the clip was empty
and then got up close and personal with him grabbing the gun and crunching it up along with his trigger finger, I then picked him up
off his feet and tossed him over a counter and into a wall, he didn't get up after that, I was pissed as you might have guessed.
Someone said "you just threw a dwarf!" to which I replied "No, he was like 5 foot, that's not dwarf height, maybe 4 would be".
After what felt like years of wandering with bits of a montage of drifting about while evading capture, we came to understand that
some of the people chasing us weren't really interested in the whole "enslave people for test subjects" thing and actually tried to help us.
We were told that a section broke off and was trying to either reason with the others or all together take them down if needed.
The two of us (the girl and I) got closer over time, I may have even started to feel a bit romantic about it, not sure about her.
I recall the splinter group that was trying to help us explained that, the main target was the girl and that the reason was that
after the experiments performed on her, she did have a new ability albeit not one she herself benefits from.
Her blood or maybe it was simply a new chemical her body creates acts like some kind of cure all, which as you'd expect is invaluable.
The main issue being it would mean being hooked up to machines for the rest of her life until they can replicate it else-wise, non of
which would be pleasant for her since after they were done they'd no longer need her alive...
At some point we had been separated, we'd been ambushed or the like and they managed to take me in, maybe gas or something?
I woke up in some kind of facility again except that this time it was VERY high tech, we were in some kind of flying ship (unbeknownst to me).
The whole thing seemed alien and even some of the staff or crew were like those of us in the lab with mutations, though
unlike the girl and myself who only changed on the inside, these "people" were changed even on the outside...
I was very not okay with this development and promptly began getting the F out of dodge once more, this new high tech facility
offered more resistance than the first one had though in the end it wasn't enough on their part, just as I was smashing my way to freedom
everything began shaking and then the perspective of the dream switched to the outside where the girl and other group still were.
The ship that now looked like some kind of alien design with organic like movements almost like a fish or dragon began to crash into
the ground with a warning sounding out like it was over a loud speaker about "flight system malfunction" or the like (no duh).
I came crashing out the top of the ship and while in the air saw them, so I made my way over as best I could.
With perspective still on the girl and other group a figure appeared, they seemed familiar with the girl, when they stepped out of the
shadows speaking with a French accent and saying they had known each other in the lab the figure was revealed to what I can only
describe as looking something like Renamon though slightly more human for... proportions.
I showed up and perspective switched back for me, I remember seeing the figure and kind of flustering a little (can't hide from the subconscious).
Along with the others I'd seen on the ship and now the woman, it seemed obvious they had made strides in their genetic research.
While standing there, with an arm around the girl protectively given what had just happened, we listened to what the fox woman had to say.
She was still with the main group who ran the lab(s) and was tasked with retrieving the girl with one of the few audible things I recall
enough to quote being "it's funny how much changes in 4 years, isn't it?" suggesting that's how long we'd been running.
We were then greeted with another surprise, the ships defences had malfunctioned along with other systems only instead of turning off
they were on full alert, on top of that the power source was running far too high and needed to be stopped.
With the safety of the surrounding area at stake I agreed (albeit begrudgingly) to help stop the ship from going nuclear, I made my way
back towards and into the ship with the crew all around as I recall saying "I'm trying to help so I'd appreciate it if you stopped shooting"
in an annoyed tone since they couldn't really hurt me, after speaking with the main crew that hadn't died in the crash, it was made clear
that they couldn't power down the reactor remotely any more and the defences wouldn't respond all together.
I was given a card to plug into the main controls for the power source and was tasked with taking out the defences along the way
since they were no longer differentiating between friend and foe like they were supposed to.
I was making my way through an almost office like space and was trying to spit out some super sour gum (it returns!) since it was
making me talk a little funny and well, communication is key in these kinds of situations.
While making my way around a corner and being shot at by turrets I even showed some level of kindness and pulled one guy back
before his face could be shot off, I woke up before reaching the core though so who knows what would have happened?
Thinking back on it, as OP as I seemed it kind of made sense in that they were still in the early stages and didn't intend for it.
So now I was some super powerful force they couldn't control (surprise surprise, teens don't like slavery) and they couldn't replicate the effect.
I remember the sour gum genuinely tasting really sour and man does it make me want some now, I really do like sour stuff.

There was a shorter dream before that about some kind of dinosaur apocalypse with survival and weapons, it was not fun.
Living in constant fear of being somethings snack, I remember hiding in loose soil just to avoid being seen/found by some
large carnivore of T-rex or likewise description which was nerve-racking to say the least...
I remember being armed with a knife and hatchet trying to fend off a raptor, not a fun dream!