Timothy Paradox

I was navigating a large underground base of some sort. The tunnels were concrete, and were well maintained and well-lit. I climbed down a series of ladders to get down to the lower levels. Almost at the bottom of the stairs, I was hit by a very strong draft. The draft got so strong, I had to hang on to the ladder for dear life, hanging horizontally with my legs being sucked back. Luckily, it stopped and I could safely continue on down. There was a man there, whom I spoke to about the draft. I found myself in a large open 'market', where food like fruit and vegetables were being traded. I wondered how that was possible, with such strong winds blowing through every once in a while. I was told the drafts came from the Endurance, a large spaceship that was being constructed in a hangar further down into the base.

In a second dream, the plot was apparently continued. I exited an underground area after a lot of puzzling, and possibly blowing up a passage blocked by collapsed rubble. This area wasn't like the base, it more resembled an abandoned and dilapidated subway. Anyway... Once on the surface, I found myself in a major city, possibly NYC, which looked like it had been nuked. All that remained of the once proud skyscrapers were tall and partially molten down metal skeletons. There were a few people roaming the streets, looking ragged and dirty. Survivors. One man stood in front in the middle of the street, and tried to get their attention. I think he was a politician. I think he was calling for elections, saying it was man's last chance at restoring some semblance of order to society.

I wrote down, but don't recall what it means: "no fate but what we make" (I watched Terminator earlier that day) and Ian McKellen. I think Ian said the famous Terminator line as part of a speech to 'us'. Us probably refers to several characters I met in the dreams I'll now summarize (they're all related, same 'continuity').

I was doing some kind of basketball challenge. I had to dribble my way through a kind of trench (?), maneuvering my way past several opponents. Not willing to give up, I somehow outdid myself, and made it to the end. That would never work in real life.

I remember being in a hotel, and getting into a dumbwaiter in the kitchen. It went up, and I ended up between the corpses in a morgue...

Notes mention Rick Moranis, don't recall the scene.

Throughout the previous dreams (of which I forgot key scenes), a team had been assembled of random people I met in those dreams. Like the "Guardians of the Galaxy", but even bigger losers. One of them was a waiter from that hotel, perhaps Moranis was another. And me, of course - the basketball guy. We all traveled in a cool-looking spaceship. We flew through a kind of wormhole, into a dark planet's atmosphere.

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First dream completely unrelated to the first bunch. I was at Santa Monica Beach, and I was wearing absolutely ridiculous clothing. A bloody skirt? Pink, no less? I was understandably embarrassed. I didn't want to be seen. I started flying to stay out of sight. I was having fun, so the clothes thing kind of vanished (if you don't focus on it, the dream makes it vanish) as it ceased to be relevant. Flying low through a street, a guy suddenly turned to me and asked something really weird. I think he asked me to record something on tape...? I kept flying, but everywhere I looked, there he was... asking the same question over and over again, in exactly the same tone. I flew higher to get away, but when I looked back (down), there he was! Somehow right behind me in mid-air, asking that question again! I was seriously freaked out at this point. I violently threw him off of me, and he fell down. I somehow had an injury in my side all of a sudden? I woke up, and for some reason immediately checked my body for the injury. Not sure why I did that.

Right before I opened my eyes, I had a vision of a number. 12:14 (in green numerals). I finally woke up, and checked the time. It was 12:14...