I could fly through walls, floors, and move things 10 times heavier than my 130 lbs. I enjoyed the new found powers,but then I lost the body with the special,super powers. Another girl wanted them. We fought to get the body back. 

Somehow, the bad guys in New York City wanted to stop us from getting the body. They were trying to kill us with their high powered guns. The girl and I had  to move fast  evading the bad guys through alleys, stores, streets, as we raced to catch the body with the special powers. The body aimlessly flew around and through objects making it difficult to get a hold of. 

The other girl and I ran down streets with gunfire coming from all directions as we followed the body with special powers into an alley. We climbed over chain-link fences, trash cans, dodging cars in the  streets, jumping from the fire escapes and off balconies of the city buildings using our acrobatic abilities. 

Finally, I was able to jump right in front of the suit and we became one again. The other girl was mad,but knew she could do nothing now. I was too powerful to fight. She backed down and left. Now I was the powerful woman left standing.

I went about my day fighting crime as I flew around and through building floors. I was looking for the crime boss that was trying to kill me earlier.  His henchmen were still looking for me and when I caught up to him in one of the office buildings. He was there.

The first round of gunfire missed. They tried again and again. I flew quickly around them in circles so fast they couldn’t tell which way to shoot. Random shots started to infuriate them. The boss opened fire in the air in front of him only to miss. I was already behind him.

When they ran out of ammunition. I flew quickly around them so fast I took their breathes away knocking them unconscious. As I finished up with the henchmen,the crime boss escaped. I pursued him going down the stairs and then the fire escape through several floors of th five story building we were in. I never caught up to him. I woke up as I decided to go up higher for a better view when I lost him outside the building in traffic. The NY traffic and streets were so crowded. I could not see him and as I gained altitude. 

I remember the flying through the buildings and it was so much fun. I remember going up high and running around to find my body. It was a pretty cool dream for a 38 year old mother of 2 who never wants to lose her child-like imagination.