Corruption sludge!

The first part of this dream followed a young man in his early 20s. He was elegant, pale-skinned with dark hair, and seemed to have an air of authority about him. However, he was cursed to have a sort of corrupted blood flowing through his veins, so that if his skin was cut, a drop of black sludge would drip out and morph into a monster. The only good news was that the monster was somewhat under the man's control, but it was a very dangerous power he was given. I seem to remember a feeling that these monsters were seen elsewhere in the world too, which makes me think that the young man was somehow maybe absorbing the corruption of the world and gaining control of it. That or the taint was everywhere, and the man's was somehow different from the rest of the world.

The second part followed a young woman with magical powers (me!). I could control fire, earthquakes, move objects with my mind, and all sorts of other things all through the force of my will. I was apparently quite powerful, but I couldn't sustain my powers for too long without being wracked with pain.

I also lived in this world with the corruption sludge, but this particular sludge could invade people's bodies, making it so that they were forced to eat human flesh and drink human blood to retain their sanity. If they didn't cannibalize their fellow man, they'd eventually irrevocably turn into monsters and go on killing sprees. One of my dearest friends, a young woman, was infected by the sludge, and I was trying desperately to find a way to hide her from authorities who would kill her on the spot while trying to find a way to cure her.

I followed a government agent to a small outdoor jail cell, where there was a barred window in the ceiling that people could talk to the prisoners. I knew that the men in there knew something about the new infectious corruption, so they might be able to help me cure my friend. I waited for the agent to leave, then I sneaked up to the window and asked for their help.

The men refused, at first, saying that if they didn't talk to the agent, why on earth should they talk to me? I got angry, extended my hand, and started to cause an earthquake localized in their cell, tossing the men and their belongings around like rag dolls. They came to see things my way and gave me something that was a bit like a slightly oversized deflated football.

The dream shifted to my friend and me running along city streets, dodging government cars and working with other people to keep the deflated football away from the agents. Eventually we broke away from the agents and reached what looked like a giant oven. I put the ball inside and my friend, closed the door, and began to concentrate.

Somehow I was able to move the infectious corruption from my friend into the deflated ball, and she was cured! I nearly passed out from pain doing so, but she was cured. Eventually others heard of our success and slowly I began to save people's family and friends from the infection.