Oh, I'm probably late, but I call the universe "Release".

When I'm VERY exhausted, like, two days of no sleep exhausted and stressed, when I fall asleep and it's almost instant REM -- I return there.

It started with my older brother dying, and me being sent to a boarding school, the one he died in. (I don't have an actual older brother, but dream me totally does and was devastated). I get there, and I see he had some close friends, but they all sort of avoid me awkwardly. I get to my room, and some some snooping, realize it was my brothers' room. And more snooping -- I find a letter.

It details how this school is used to steal energy from students. How the teachers have figured out how to use energy in a way that they can harvest it -- like with super powers. They can convert from potential energy to kinetic, and other things like that. If there is energy within a system, it can be manipulated.

I think my brother went insane, get sad, but look at a can of soda for a while. I look at the hand symbols my brother drew that were supposed to make things work. I think about all the gas bubbles and such in the can, and what if they just.....stopped moving. What if I took all the energy from the can, like he said I could.

I do what the letter said. And the can crushes, instantly. And I feel like my hands are just on fire. Like, horribly burns. I scream and run around, and desperately do the other hand symbol to release the energy -- causing the table I aim at to break apart into splinters.

I realize my brother wasn't crazy, and his friends totally knew...

That was the first dream. It gets progressively crazier every time I have it. Every time I do, there's like a "time skip" that happened, and I'm sorta put in medias res of whatever situation is going on. Basically, a full on war breaks out, and the world starts getting a little post-apocky. It's pretty neat, and I've been thinking of turning it into a story or comic or something.