Timothy Paradox

I found myself laying on some kind of raft, floating on a river of boiling lava. It was pretty clear this was Hell, and that river was pretty clearly the famous Styx. I had to be careful moving around on the 'raft' (the raft felt soft, more like a mattress, blanket or mat instead of a wooden raft) as every compression allowed lava onto its surface, touching my hands/ I actually touched the lava a few times, but it didn't do any damage and it didn't hurt. There was a giant three-headed monster on the shore, eating fleeing people left and right. The people were all dressed very modern and casual, and they looked as confused as I was. No one knew how they'd gotten there, only that this place was awful. The monster is of course based on Cerberus, the monster from Greek mythology that guards the Styx in Dante's Inferno. But this version of Cerberus didn't look like a dog. Its neck was long and serpentine, and its heads looked like the head of a Velociraptor or Tyrannosaurus rex. It was the size of a large house. There were also smaller monsters, I can only call them 'demons'. Vicious critters the size of a man. About the environment... It felt very 'alien'. Not at all like a volcanic environment, as people often think of Hell. This felt more like a lava river on Mars or something. Nothing felt familiar. There was a man with a large camera down there, filming the horrible scenes. I was seeing the scene though his lens, now. Then he got caught by Cerberus. The camera fell to the ground, as the beast gobbled him down in one vicious bite. The camera was on the ground, me still seeing the scene though it. Like in the ending of Paranormal Activity, a ghost-like entity attacked the camera as if it knew I was watching. I was scared half to death.

The next scene appeared to be a continuation of the Hell dream. I awoke in a large room, where others were also waking up. My grandmother (on father's side) was there too. She spoke about getting ready for the "next film", or something? We were doing some weird kind of ritual. A satanic ritual?

This dream was far less pleasant than the last one. I was in what I think was a bar? A certain celebrity I've been obsessed with was there. While I was working up the courage to talk to her, tongue tied and not even sure what to say, I noticed another guy I used to know from work (Nick P.) was already confidently chatting her up. Now, in real life, Nick is someone who's going places. He started his own company. He's smart, driven, stylish, sociable, and therefore all the things I am not. Being confronted with "not being good enough" was humiliating. Can I go back to Hell, please?

Notes say "prison", but I remember nothing.

In another dream, I was sitting in a control room (like the one at the chem plant I used to work at). Benny (ex-colleague from there) was there. I was surprised he hadn't been promoted yet? I think he'd been demoted, even. Meanwhile, I was having a dream conversation with the ASMR girl I was listening to in real life at that moment. Her RL sentences leaked through into the dream and manifested as a conversation I was having with her, but I noticed she kept talking even if I didn't reply.

I was in a very large room, and was corned by a large monster (about 20 feet tall). It was about to eat me. Suddenly an even bigger monster (50 feet tall, easily, white fur) burst through the wall behind it, and ate the monster instead. It smiled at me, and I expressed my gratitude for the save. It asked me why I didn't ask for its help earlier. Then an RPG-style "dialogue" started, and I could choose from several answers. One of the three answers simply said "anbebekudu". I googled that word (still in the dream), and found a definition that actually sounded reasonable (but I forgot). Upon waking up, I googled it in real life, and it of course means nothing.

I was in the Netherlands with my deceased grandmother (on father's side). There's a lot to explain in this dream and I'm way too lazy to describe all the details. She was having a drink at an outdoor terrace. I ran around the block for some reason. The accent of the people around me told me I was in the Netherlands. Eventually I got back to grandma, and more stuff happened that made me feel very emotional. I was filled with intense (real life) grief and regret, mostly about the death of my grandfather, and my complete inability to show emotion near others (meaning I never told him how much he meant to me before he died). I hugged my grandmother and let it all out. Very unlike me. And shameful in retrospect. I think my mom was there, too. She was surprised I was so emotional.

I was standing by the edge of a large river, one which ran through a city in Germany. The year was some time in the early 1900's, maybe the 20's? Early 30's? Commercial aviation wasn't a thing yet. Large crowds were gathered by the river to watch a massive air show, where the government and companies showed off experimental aircraft. Many of there were quite large (some craft were single-seaters, I think? Jets?), and were designed to take off from the river. One of the craft taking off was huge, had a strange shape, and had 6, perhaps even 8 propeller engines. It also had the German Cross on the tail (the Iron Cross, not a Swastika). I looked to my left, and saw my grandmother (on father's side). She was German and has been dead since '09. I remember thinking none of the people believed mass commercial air travel was feasible. Being from next century, I of course knew better. I thought these demonstrations had to change their minds.