đź“– Fiction Num7's Dream Log

I rewrote my previous entries as short stories, they're easier to read this way. I also labeled this thread as Fiction.

I had a crazy dream last night, I was able to write and detail most of it. It's a long one, I had to split it into 5 chapters! I'll share it over a couple of days when I'm done writing it! :)
 
I had one not that long ago, i actually managed to record my self on my way into work for over 50 minutes recounting the dream!
It was insanely vivid.
 
Okay, here's my last dream I mentioned earlier this week. It got so long that I had to split it into 5 chapters. So here is chapter 1. :)


Mission to 1995


Chapter 1


High school, 1995


I remember that it was still early in the morning. I was with my high school friend, who we'll call Andrew.


Andrew and I were sent on a mission to our high school in the year 1995. We were there to solve some sort of mystery, but we were unaware of our mission at the time. We knew we were part of a time travel team, but we didn't know anything else.


Secret time travel stuff...


We went on to infiltrate our high school. We were kids in 1995, but for this mission we were adults.


We went to a big buffet dinner with people we knew, but who did not know us. We ate strange dishes that did not exist, and had trouble ordering and getting our food. All were busy eating and talking.


I made small talk with Andrew, about alternate timelines and how we had to be careful not to mess up the future.


“You never know what kind of present you'll come back to.”


“You have to be prepared for anything... anything can happen!”


“You don't want to mess up the timeline!”


At some point Andrew leaves. I stayed at the table for a while, eating things and struggling to find a spoon. Ah, dreams. I went to the kitchen to get a spoon, but there was none, so I decided to go and look for Andrew.


Some time later, I bumped into our art teacher, who looked confused and reckless. He was in his classroom, busy drawing something. Suddenly an older version of him appeared. Then another and another. They all looked very confused and were all talking to themselves.


They told me they didn't know where Andrew was, so I left. Some of them insisted I stay with them for the mission.


“You know about the mission?” I asked.


“You must hide, quick!” they replied.


“No, you’re wrong, I can’t. I must find what I’m meant to do!”


They immediately knew I wouldn’t comply, so one of them tried to stop me from leaving. I pushed him aside and ran away.


I walked down long corridors connecting various offices, break rooms and empty classrooms. After while, I caught up with other people near the front hall of the building.


There, someone subtly told me that he knew what the mission is.


“What? You know why we’re here?”


“I do... but it has to be 100% secret, got it?”


“Yeah, go ahead” I replied, eager to know more.


“All right, look, ”he began, frowning slightly and making sure no one else was listening. “It's about the fireworks… The event has been infiltrated by globalist death cults... Their plan is to commit a false flag attack on the city..”


Sounds awfully a lot like something Alex Jones would say.


I was shocked and didn’t know what to say.


“Shit, what are we supposed to do?”


Just as I finished my sentence, I heard some distant BOOM sounds coming from outside.


The fireworks had already started.


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Chapter 2


The Fireworks


The fireworks started much earlier than expected, so we came out of the building to see what was going on. The fireworks got more intense, then they suddenly stopped.


Silence.


Out of nowhere, a white flash and a large nuclear cloud appeared far over the horizon.


"It's a nuclear bomb!" Someone yelled as everyone looked for cover or tried to run inside.


We felt a sudden gust of wind caused by the shock wave, then an incredibly loud BOOM.


The ground began to shake and everything around us was flying left and right. Pieces of concrete, gravel, tree branches, broken glass. It was frightening. People were panicking.


Trying to escape, I grabbed my keys and we hoped into the car.


Just as we started the car, burning cars and all kinds of debris piled up all around us, to the point where we couldn't even move... So we jumped out and ran back into the building.


There we found many people suffering from injuries, breathing problems, and the like. The place was dusty and damaged. The floors and walls were cracked. Smoke filled the air all around us. It almost felt like a war zone in there.


We walked around for a while, talking quietly about what had just happened.


It was all clear now. A dirty nuclear bomb had exploded right outside the city. The shock wave hit us pretty hard.


Andrew looked confused and lost.


“But what are we doing here?” He said.


“You know I was looking for you earlier?”


Andrew nodded.


“Some guy told me we were here for the fireworks... He said it had to do with some kind of globalist false flag attack on the city...”


Andrew didn't seem to believe me, so I continued.


“It's like we were sent here to stop it, but we couldn't...


“Maybe we were too late...”


“What if they sent us too late?”


Andrew was in shock.


“What now? Should they pick us up and take us home?”


“No idea man... I hope so.”


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For some reason, there's often poop in my dreams. No idea why... Well, this dream is no exception. I swear, I didn't exaggerate anything in this chapter. It's all as it happened in my dream.


Chapter 3


Blown to Shit—Literally


Because it’s MY dream, out of nowhere, I needed to go to the bathroom for a #2. I opened the first door I found and surprise! A bathroom!


Pure dream magic!


As I was doing my job, I could hear the explosions outside getting closer and closer, so I hurried up. I was about to grab pieces of toilet paper, when a bomb exploded inside the bathroom, right by my side.


BOOM!


The explosion sent me—and the toilet bowl—flying through the wall. Outside, I landed on the grass and rolled down a small hill, the toilet bowl accompanying me on my way down. When I reached the bottom, the toilet bowl was broken in two, and—obviously—there was shit everywhere.


When I got up, I saw that the toilet paper roll had also come down the hill and stopped right in front of me. So I picked it up, wiped, and went back up the hill and back to the building.


I re-entered the building through the hole in the wall.


Just as I left the bathroom, someone came in and was shocked by the destruction.


“Sorry, that was a rough one. The toilet is outside, by the way…”


Jesus, I can’t believe I just wrote that. I swear that’s how it happened.


We could still hear explosions all around us, and things were crumbling left and right, so we had no choice but to leave the building from the back. We ended up in an indoor parking garage. Sort of like a multi-level mall parking garage. It was badly damaged and the roof had partially collapsed. Many cars were either on fire or crushed by huge chunks of concrete that fell as the ceiling and roof gave way.


We couldn’t find a car that looked in working order.


“Jeez, what are we gonna do? How are we getting out of this one?”


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Chapter 4


Escape and Omen


Suddenly, our time traveler friends arrived at the parking garage. They told us the time machines were already primed up and ready to go. We had to hurry.


“They’re on our tracks”, they said.


Still not sure who they were referring to, probably members of the evil globalist death cults Alex Jones keeps ranting about.


We followed our friends to another section of the parking, where they installed the time machines. they weren’t all the same model. Some were about 4x4x4 feet. Others were thinner, like 3x3x0.5 feet.


These time machines were all rusty and ancient. You could tell they were broken and repaired hundreds of times. Patched up wires everywhere, crusty corroded metal plates and rusted electrodes. Dark stains from previous fluid leaks were also visible. It was the kind of machine you couldn't help but get dirty using.


The one I was looking at had control buttons on its top panel and a small portal opening designed for entry. The portal, no more than 2x1 feet in size, was situated horizontally on the machine's upper surface. Through this opening, a fit person could climb down directly into the vortex of the time portal.


Also, in order to travel to the desired era, you had to hold a small electric circuit on your right index finger while entering the portal. It was a tiny black token the size of small USB key, with unsheathed electric contacts on both ends. You would pinch the contacts on one side between your index finger and thumb as you thought of the place and time you needed to go. The contacts at the other end would interface with the vortex when the time displacement occurred.


3 or 4 of our time traveler friends had left already, Andrew and I were preparing to go next.


Another explosion shook the parking garage. We almost couldn’t see each others because of all the dust.


Nearly out of time, our engineer friend grabbed one of the smaller time machines and we all ran up to the roof. From up there, we could hear constant explosions and gunfire that seemed to be getting closer and closer.


Andrew gave me a finger token and activated the machine’s portal.


As I proceeded to climb down through the small vortex, I briefly looked at him.


“Catch you later, buddy!”


“Yessir!”


For some reason, I couldn’t go through the portal, it’s like my knees were stuck and I couldn’t enter the vortex…


I started to feel dizzy and rather ill, like I was slipping in the crack between realities…


The others were asking me what was wrong and tried to push me in, but to no avail. I was hearing distant voices in my head and everything was blurry around me. I couldn’t understand what the voices were telling me, it was all scrambled.


Then I began to see something right in front of me, like a vision or a premonition.


It was a series of images like stills from a movie. These images showed a ragtag group of people riding old motorcycles in the desert. There were photos of a wasteland reminiscent of Mad Max. Old corroded oil rigs. Cities in ruins amidst endless desert landscapes.


Then a label appeared under all those pictures. The voice in my head read it out loud. My friends heard it too.


“THE WATER WARS,” said the voice. It was so loud that its words echoed through our bodies and minds for several seconds, as if time had stopped and that's all we could hear.


My friends looked at each other in total shock.


"We fucked up the timeline!" Andrew shouted, his eyes filled with pure dread, still trying to push me through the portal.


A split second later, I disappeared through the portal and everything went black.


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Chapter 5


Time Frozen Over


An intense sensation of freefall woke me up. I was indeed falling, but not off a cliff. I was falling off my bed! I grabbed the sheets as I could and got back on my feet. I sat on the bed and noticed I had my winter coat on…


I was inside some sort of encampment. Bunk beds everywhere, futons and couches with people sleeping on them. Everyone I spotted were hiding under thick blankets and heavy winter coats.


Everything looked old and worn. And cold.


A small opening in one of the walls let in the dim light of the morning sun.


One guy woke up briefly and looked up to me.


“Hey man,” he said.


“Hey.”


I stood up and walked around and little. A short corridor then a doorway led me to a living room in which a dozen people, adults and kids, were eating and talking.


Kids greeted me. They were all happy to see me, but they were weird. One little girl had a big walnut where her nose should be. Another kid had just one eye. And another was tall, super skinny, and had a blue pale skin.


“Are you guys okay?” I asked, wondering if they were mutants or something…


They didn’t seem to mind, they just laughed it off.


Every second that passed brought me closer to an inevitable conclusion: I have no idea where I am!


“Let's go outside,” said one of the little boys, grabbing my hand.


We opened a thick metal door. I wasn't prepared for what I saw on the other side.


Right before me stood a small viewing platform, extending over an enormous crater that plunged hundreds of feet deep and stretched for miles. Connected to it, narrow bridges and metal-lined paths ran along the icy crater walls, where children ran and played.


On the other side of the crater were the grotesque remains of a devastated mountainous landscape. Shattered peaks, more craters, snow, ice, the skeletal remains of dead cities, and vegetation that had also died long ago.


The wind wasn’t just cold, it was utterly glacial, an unforgiving, otherworldly chill.


Panic settled in.


Holy shit, where am I? Where are the others?


I grabbed the door frame to keep my balance, as if my legs were about to give out.


“Little guy, what year is this?”


“2025, you dummy!”


Oh shit…


The End


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