a "power"-ful dream

I was in some kind of hospital ward that turned out to be a prison for "supernatural" humans. The powers at my disposal were varied, and activated whenever my skin began to glow white. I had telekinesis, telempathy, phasing, teleportation, astral projection, touch healing, regeneration, and elemental manipulation. However, the strength of any of the powers depended on my direct will and desire, my self-confidence, and my sense of self. It also required a lot of energy on my part and easily fatigued me. I was able to break myself out of the hospital by teleportation, only when I exerted the full force of my desire and strength of will.
I found Adam outside trying to break in. As it turned out, he was also "supernatural" -- his powers included being able to absorb, mimic, transfer, and redirect energy of any kind. This also meant that he could mimic and absorb the powers of other supernaturals because he could sense how the energy flowed and worked. He was able to use this ability to absorb the speed of a passing truck; he picked me up and began to run at over a hundred miles an hour, as guards began shooting at us. I managed to throw a telekinetic shield around us, although it left me drained. A group of people stopped us down the road at the bottom of a hill. We sensed that they all had powers. One began to throw fireballs, and another attacked Adam. We barely managed to get away. I discovered that I was one of the most "dangerous" and therefore desired supernaturals known: Apparently I had the potential to become a god, which was hampered by my own sense of self, humility, self-esteem, confidence, and strength of will. My most noted power was not any of the ones I knew about, but rather the ability to not be affected by any kind of evil or negative force, to project hope and love on others, to deflect harm and pain away from others, to essentially bring peace. I was, I found out, a "pure force," a true innocent, whatever that meant.
Adam and I managed to teleport to a large cabin, where I rested while he made food and we talked about what was happening. I honestly had no idea about what I was actually capable of, and he said it was because I didn't believe in myself enough and I needed to try harder. The dream would have continued, but something woke me up.

storms in our brains

I know several people who will find this very, very interesting.
It could also explain why people with one of these three disorders could more easily develop one of the other two, down the road.

"I suspect both the BPD [borderline personality disorder] and bipolar are a form of epilepsy (brain cells firing inappropriately and out of control). That’s why anti-epilepsy medications work so well. Bipolar may be epilepsy on top of a normal seasonal up and down pattern that our ancestors needed to survive the severe ice ages tens of thousands of years ago where hibernation in the winter and increased energy in the spring/summer were beneficial. The BPD is epilepsy in the "trapped, cornered, wounded animal" instinct. In the BPD, there are abnormalities in the brain’s "adrenergic and cholinergic systems" which respond to lithium and carbamazepine, abnormalities in the central dopaminergic systems causing psychotic symptoms that respond to low-dose neuroleptics, and abnormalities in the central nervous system serotonergic system underlying impulsive aggressive behaviors that respond to serotonergic agents such as Prozac.
Bipolar needs to be aggressively treated with antiepilepsy medications and antipsychotics prior to treating the other diagnoses, although in adults who also have the BPD I’ll usually treat with an SSRI first for a week prior to adding the antiepilepsy medication Tegretol because of the profound benefits waiting a week prior to initiating Tegretol can bring. Antipsychotics like Risperdal and Seroquel may be necessary early on."

calming the storm

I call it the Storm. Within the storm is the Creature, the Beast. The cage can't always hold. Like all creatures, it likes to move. It likes to run. It demands this often. It needs to feed. I would say the Storm feeds it well.
Some people with a chemical imbalance, neurological disorder, say that many of their episodes feel like the damage done by another person living in their heads -- a sort of unwanted, vicious alter ego who takes over the brain, looks out through the eyes, speaks with the voice, moves with the body. My Creature is not human. However, there are human alter egos in my head who seem to be adept at corraling and holding the Creature. They are my Guardians, my Spirit Guides, but they are also part of me. I have posted about them a few times before: I call them my Girls. Over the past few weeks, through meditation and magic practice and a bit of astral travel, I've learned that there were in fact some good subconscious reasons for me to have categorized the seizures. I tend to think in terms of three, possibly stemming from my calling from Danu, who is often perceives as a Triple Goddess. So then comes my three alters (what some may see as "healthy multiplicity" although I do not have DID). I learned in my meditations that once I let myself see it, I can call on either of the Guardians to try and handle and filter the Beast in either of its three forms, which I have named Euphoria, Terror, and Reality-Bending. Ariana deals with the euphoria seizures. Sirena deals with the terror seizures. Dana deals with the reality-bending seizures. As one, they rope in the Beast/Creature, help calm the Storm, and try to get my mind back to normal, whatever normal is. All I know is that the battles leave me drained, exhausted, and hurting. But it's nice to know that my mind conjures up concepts that I can easily understand. Although I don't see them as concepts. The Guardians are real to me.
It's funny that I didn't really notice it before.