This dream started out kinda point blank. From were my memory starts on it, I am immediately thrust into a firefight in the destroyed ruins of what looked like what had been small buildings. I swivel my head to see a jungle of huge metallic skyscrapers surrounding us. Streaks of purple energy fly past me, making a very specific "pew-pew-pew" sound.I am surrounded by several robots, all of varying degrees of size, shape, and color. And they all carry a very specific symbol, witch I instantly recognize. Autobots. I bet you can guess who was shooting at us.

I pop my head out to get a view of the threat I was facing, only getting a glimpse of several shapes. In an instant, I get several rounds shot at me, causing me to quickly duck behind cover as they slice through the air were my head had been seconds ago. I sit there for a minute processing the situation, until the autobot next to me, takes a hit to the chest. With a screech of pain, he falls to the ground, a blue liquid pooling around him. I stare as his eyes look at me with at bland, sad, pained look. But there was no time to think, as the Decepticons take this moment to advance forwards. I poke my head out and steady my rifle on one of the fast moving streaks and fire. At that I watch as my rounds impact one of our enemies, and they fall to the ground making a sad moaning sound.

To my own horror, his allies kick him aside and continue to push forwards, our numbers thinning out as the get closer. Two fall to my right, and the men on my left are obliterated in the fiery blaze of a grenade. I sit alone, with only two or three autobots remaining, and I think. "This is it for us". Then I am suddenly greeted by a scrambled message over the radio. While most of the words are garbled and undecipherable, one sticks out to me.

"Optimus"

I hear a large roar as a huge ship flies next to us. It looked odd, a large cylinder like shape, with four wings extruding off the sides, and what looks like a cockpit on the front. It moves in front of us and lands, facing its side to our opponents. The wings on the side facing us lift, to reveal a hatch witch opens. At first, all I see inside the darkened interior are blue lights, with a few red mixed in. They walk into the light and reveal some very familiar face.

I gawk as they exit the ship and immediately take up firing positions along the ruins we were fighting in.With them being my childhood heroes, I am able to identify each one by name. Jazz, Iornhide, Bumblebee, Powerglide, and in front of them all Optimus Prime. In minutes the fight is over, our enemy running away and changing into their alternate forms. We all load into the drop ship, carrying the bodies of our allies. It is a bittersweet moment, as I turn to Optimus.

"thanks Prime" I say.

"Prime, I am no Prime, my name is Optimus" He said with what I could only guess was a smile under his face plate.

I prepare to enter the dropship, until Iornhide holds out his hand and stops me.

"Your a seeker, escort the dropship from the air" he says before closing the door.

I then look down at my own body, to find that I am made of metal. two slim brown wings extrude from my back, and as I find, I am able to control them by simply thinking about it. Suddenly there is a roar, and the drop ship takes off. Without any hesitation I run as fast as I can and jump. What follows feels almost natural, and I must say, was quite awesome. In mid air, my legs fold along with my arms, my head slips underneath my chest, and my wings extend folly to the sides, catching the air beneath them. My view sifts to a frontal view of my new, jet like, form. There is a loud FWOOOSH as a jet on my rear activates, and propels me faster than I have ever gone before.I pull up, the dropship and the horizon in my sight.

And then sadly, the dastardly enemy that is my alarm clock, reared its ugly head as I awoke.

Needless to say, I wrote this dream down almost immediately, and carried the thought of it throughout my day. Hopefully, as with many of my dreams, it decides to continue itself later.