I was standing around in a room where I and my parents were staying when I remembered that I could levitate objects. I began playing with this ability, practicing on various objects around the room. After a few tries I got the basic process down, which felt like pulling some muscle at the back of my mind. After this, the object would levitate a short distance into the air, from which I could drag it around, raise it, or drop it.
Leaning directly over it with my hands on the table, I moved a pitcher of tea, barely avoiding slopping the beverage over it's edges before setting it back down. Later, I was levitating Dad's fast food drink when I accidentally dashed it on the floor. I leapt down from my resting place and recovered the thankfully unharmed drink. I then had fun zooming objects around the room.
Later, I was in a mall, being shown by some other bystanders a dark hallway, looking like the hallways leading towards the bathrooms, but ending in a dark opening. A group I was a part of had decided that the club residing down the hallway, of which nothing was known, had to be infiltrated. I remembered having tried to do so previously, before I had remembered my levitation powers.
Stiff and fearful that I would be found out for a what I was, I approached the entrance. The two people standing in the shadows there started scanning me, looking over me to determine if I was an authorized member. I hoped that by some fluke I would be able to pass, or that their scanning would be inadequate and I would get by anyway. Finding no obvious indication, they escorted me to another room.
They started to explain the situation while I stood, nervous, frightful, and uncomprehending. I wondered if I would be joining their group, or if I was about to be killed or imprisoned. Finally, I broke down and pulled out my gun, shooting all who were present. I saw a shape through a rough set of metal shelving and shot it too, finishing off my ammunition and dropping my gun.
I ran, looking around for something else that could be used as a weapon. Spotting a metal pipe on a shelf, I pulled it towards me before it hit my hands with a slap. Shortly later, a surviving employ stood in front of me with a stick in their hands, which I pulled away. I then began trying to use jedi-like motions to push and pull objects, which didn't work too well.
I found a disgruntled employee whom I teamed up with, and soon the scenery changed to that of a grocery store. Grabbing some Pepperidge Farm Banana Swirl Bread for the road, I pondered getting another gun with my military ID that was in my pocket, which I knew I could do if I found a proper terminal, or rearming my old one, although I couldn't find it. We got on the employee's motorcycle, intending to go somewhere.
I was in a farm house with a few other people during a wartime environment. Having just entered the house and noticing the cold, I made to close the door leading to the unoccupied parts of the house, but was told not to because the upstairs had to be heated.
Later, we got into a vehicle which was easier to heat, but quite small for all of us. These vehicles were elaborate, containing multiple doors and a ringing system on the exterior by which to request entrance. They consisted primarily of black metal, and drove very smoothly and fast. Their exterior sizes varied a bit, and the interiors tended to be somewhat spacious, if small in comparison to the farm house.
In order to let them do their work, I left to go to the front lines and try to do some good. They zoomed off and I walked forward. Getting stuck on an enemy vehicle which started up shortly afterward, I was dragged under a powerline, getting a short zap as it ran over me, and through a field before I managed to get inside.
There was noone else inside the vehicle, and I figured that it must be a decoy sent toward the front lines. Taking control of it, I drove over to the place where the vehicle containing the others was and popped the heating cap off of the heating unit in my vehicle, which would hopefully allow us to have more heat. I hopped out and rang frantically and repeatedly for one of the side doors, which soon opened.
Handing the knob inside and hopping in myself before shutting the door, the person inside said that it wasn't the right knob, and handed me a drawing showing how it should look. I told them that i had probably just imagined it differently.