The ExVeemon In Me
It's safe to say I dream a lot, both when I'm awake and at night. For simplicity sake, I'll talk about my dreams at night.
More often than not, I have otherkin-related dreams, where I'm something that's not human. Sometimes (most of the time) I'm a Pokemon, sometimes I'm a dragon, or sometimes I'm an alien from Ben 10. But one form that I always am about 90% of the time is ExVeemon.
A lot of times, I see myself transforming into ExVeemon. My skin replaced with digital colors, gaining strong muscles, growing my wings and tail. It's a very euphoric form for me. I can't help but let out a mighty roar. It's the new feelings, however, that really shines when I'm an ExVeemon.
Power. Pure, raw power. Confidence like no other, where I'm truly free to be myself. I'm able to defend myself and protect those that need it. I can fly around the world, destroy those who defy me and deploy justice to where it's needed.
ExVeemon is like a guardian; the warrior that I aspire to be. It always feels good to dream of being an ExVeemon. If only it could be for real, but you never know, I guess.