.::Sex Slave and Superpowers::.

This dream is so blurry, I can hardly remember any of it. I had this dream during a nap I took today. It's all in pieces and most of them I am unsure of their order. One of the first things I remember is being in a grocery store or drug store. I was looking and looking for the place to scan my card and couldn't find it.
I tried to hand my card to the cashier, but she didn't take it. Someone pointed out that it was to my right and behind me. I laughed and said that I just wasn't used to them being so far from the register. There were two long lines. One directly behind me and one horizontal from me and to the left. A middle eastern/pale arab woman was next to me. When she spoke to me, I noticed her British accent and I told her how I loved her accent and that I always tease my British friends about theirs. For some reason, I ended up with her phone. I sent a text to my phone with her phone, I believe. She was some sort of doctor or professor. She then texted me before I left. I remember the letters w, n, and o. I do not remember their order, or if there were more letters or not. The lady and I ended up communicating through texts and I ended up at a mansion with her and this man I did not know. They dressed me and a girl that I called my sister (my younger sister) up in weird clothes... Think Europeans' early 1800's fashion. The girl was not my biological sister, but we were connected somehow. I think we were teenagers (late teens). I could feel her fear and my own apprehension. I knew what they were planning: We were to be used for their sick, sexual fantasies. They craved our power and us... The man was powerful, but not as powerful as me and my sister together. The house was a huge, dark mansion with a confusing layout. It would be easy to get lost in there. They were going to separate us. I was to go with the man and her with the woman. Before they could do anything, my sister and I held hands and ran. I did something with my free hand--some gesture--and this made the man unable to pursue us until we made it out of the house. We jumped into one of their cars and I sped off. With my left hand on the steering wheel, I did a whirling, precise hand motions that caused the ground to crush the underground powerlines. The neighborhood and maybe even the city were pitch black. Even so, I could perfectly see the road. As we drove, the car was incredibly hard to handle. It was as if we were on water, rather than roads. As I would turn the wheel, we would slide across the roads and land on the sides of them, as if we were riding in a boat that was going too fast. I remember we were driving above buildings. We finally reach some place and got out of the car. We were safe.

I'm unsure how, but we ended up in the car with my grandmother (on my dad's side). Her and my aunt were driving to her old house. I could feel her sadness. When we reached the house, it was boarded up and had numbers and words on the boards covering the windows. The messages on the boards were in regards to her being forced from her home. All of the neighborhood people had been done this way. The difference is, the others had accepted the money that was offered. She refused, so she lost her home and didn't get the money. We all four went into the house and were picking through things left behind. They told us to get what we wanted, so we began looking for things we wanted. I remember eyeing the stereo system in one of my other aunt's rooms. I laid on her old bed and covered up with my blanket. I remember thinking how weird it is that my blanket was in her room. It had no business there. Logically, it shouldn't have been there. As I laid down, I guess I fell asleep. I awoke to my sister's feelings of panic. I felt it. She never said it. When I got out of bed, I got her hand and we saw men pouring into the house. Agents of some sort. I am not sure who or what they were looking for. My sister and I looked for my grandmother and aunt. I asked the lead man had they left us and I am fairly certain he responded that they had. He warned us that they were destroying the house and they weren't supposed to let us leave. He said we'd never make it out in time. I grabbed my sister and ran towards the back room. I got the window open and made her go out first, even though I was terrified I wouldn't make it out. I did, though. There were bushes, trees, and brush below, but I don't remember how high up we were. I do know we made it out before the house blew up and we survived.