Oerravaexinh

There was something I needed to do, and (in the dream) I was awake at night more than once trying to do it. I was trying not to be seen, because sneaking around at night generally looks pretty weird. I was moving slowly around the edge of the house and noticed that a side gate was open, and shut it. I noticed someone else being around, who assumed I was part of their organisation (which I was, sort of) and she gave me a headset that showed me a map, with three massive continents and a triangle between them, the main lines (there were more) that determine day and night in this world, amongst other things. I do remember the continents having names and features, but I forgot them. The 'Worldkeepers' are part of the 'Policekeepers' (or was it the other way around?) and have to ensure that the system works correctly.

The movement of the day and night took place in the minimum time that travel between the continents could happen, like the speed of light being the fastest speed, and only the "Worldkeepers", like I was, had the authority to go beyond it, which happened through a sort of teleportation that followed the lines. I was planning to use this for something or other, but I wasn't familiar with the interface because I had ended up in the past or future or something from use of the lines, so they weren't familiar with me either, and I was trying to cover this fact up.

I remember a few scenes, like a long series of gates in the night, but can't place them. I think some of them weren't possible to see from my perspective inside the dream.

I wake up and look at the clock, then go back to sleep. I'm in a shopping centre and somebody I know is trying to get me going into a shop labelled 'Stargate', which sells merchandise and viewings for that show, which I've never watched, but I'm not interested because I don't think it sounds any good. At first I decide to go along anyway, although I think it is weird that they have such a niche place and it seems so successful. It occurs to me that I'm dreaming, and end up passionately lecturing someone about how they're just part of my dream, but in the end I start to think I might be awake after all and I am left feeling embarrassed. (This might have happened in a prior dream or a different scene, I can't quite place it at the moment.)

In the end I decide to go home instead (and the dream just skips from scene to scene, no need to walk anywhere) and I look at the clock in the car, but realise that every time I look at it, the time is different. At one point, it has the year on the end, 1932, and it occurs to me that it's a classic dream sign. I don't want to make another scene if I'm wrong, but with the case so strong, I end up getting out of the car to try and explore the dream world. I think about shouting for more clarity as you're supposed to do, but decide that would attract too much attention if it's not really a dream. I try spinning instead, but the only result is vertigo, and then the dream ends not too long after.

Between then and waking up, or maybe before the others, there is a fragment where I see a comedy sketch, except it was done wrong or something. When I did wake up, I notice that the time is over an hour earlier than the time I remember from when I woke up beforehand. It was probably a false awakening, and one that felt very real compared to the other dreams at that.

I woke up in the night, stayed up for a while, and tried to go back to sleep, facing the opposite way. I suddenly found myself in sleep paralysis, which I'd only ever had after waking up as opposed to going to sleep. There was a rushing or screeching sound which got persistently louder and louder. It occurred to me that you're supposed to try rolling out of your body when that happens. It didn't make anything happen, but there was this weird feeling where, even though I couldn't see or move, I could get a feeling as if I was actually moving around, like the proprioception of it. By that time the sound had stopped and I eventually broke the paralysis, and got to sleep.

Then I woke up again, left the room and wandered off, and then saw a bright laminated red card lying around, with letters on it that constantly switched but I knew to say 'WAKE UP'. I realised that I'd had a false awakening, and was surprised because it actually felt real, unlike the passive way most non-lucid dreams are. So I just woke up. I got up, tried to turn on the lights, but found that the switch didn't work, so I found a lamp and turned that on, and it did work. I realised that the lights didn't work because I was still asleep. I was worried that anything could jump out of the shadows at any moment, because it was a dream.

Either in this dream or a later one (it was a chain of false awakenings) I tried to exert some control, standing in the bathroom and trying to make a big streak of lightning in the air I think it was. It didn't work, but it did help my faith in the solidity of the dream. Unfortunately I didn't think to try spinning, passive control or just leaving the house. I was just happy that it felt real, mostly. One thing that I probably should have done but didn't occur to me was to look in the mirror. Still, when I actually did wake up I knew straight away, somehow.

There was a fragment from this night where I remember someone doing a monologue about how they preferred cows to people and a few mental impressions of villages, but not so much from it. I think the false awakenings were from disturbed sleep. Maybe having read about all the things that had happened influenced my experiences, although I didn't really believe, except in the abstract, things like shifting text or lights not working or auditory hallucinations that weren't just incoherent whispering, until I'd actually lived them.

I had been sent a few years into the past, into the body of my younger self, by unknown means. I was completely ecstatic that I'd know everything that was going to happen and determined to milk the situation to the very last drop. So I wasn't very subtle about my newfound advantage, and went around laughing, joking, and speculating a lot, feeling very free and confident.

Then I was with a bunch of people when I saw a black car, parked quite out of place, and instinctively recognised it as the car of a Japanese cosmetics tycoon. I basically thought making fun of him would be a great idea, but of course, it would have to be a proper battle of wits. A listing of rhymes and patterns of speech popped out in my head, some of them quite awful ('cake' with 'shake', what does that have to do with anything?) and then a whole poetic monologue which the people with me delivered to him. ('Dear sir, something something something.') He didn't say much back, I don't think I even saw him through the car windows.

A strange thought came into my head, 'I really like this dream'. Then, 'Oh, of course, it's a dream, not real.' It did confuse me for a bit, sort of disappointed it would end soon, but I thought about all that dream stuff you hear about and how you could do it now. The dream collapsed soon after though.

Things like this about time travel have been floating in my head a lot recently, and it's these sorts of stray thoughts that end up in my dreams a lot. I think the idea of a cosmetics tycoon is suggestion from a sketch I watched, and some of the listing rhetorical stuff in my head while talking to him probably came from a small passage in a newspaper about dancing, somehow.

When I put things in sequence the first I remember is a video or perspective about how European settlers also suffered loss and death during the colonisation of the New World. It showed rural children scrambling in a rustic graveyard and hiding. There was a scrolling through a list of things, large pot, iron fence, stone, like that, which were actually disguised children hiding from a militia. They were apparently the ancestors of the Amish or maybe it was just comparing lifestyle to them.

Next I remember wandering in some country area, and on a path was with some other people being informed about 9 people having accidents and 4 apparently gruesome ones, because they didn't understand Planck's Constant, apparently an equation for cellular dynamics or biology. There was a ditch nearby and a sewer was meant to have run through it. A plastic cap was the proof for this, as some girl explained helpfully and unsolicited, although I was wary of touching something that had been of a sewer even if it had been years since it was flowing.

I saw from a very high vantage point many railway lines, where trains slowly switched. A man had planted bombs under the tracks, and I saw when they exploded how trains were toppled, people scrambled and trains vainly continued moving on. At one point, people actually managed to somehow push a train upright and cram back in, only for there to be another bomb. Next, my view changed and I was on a high platform watching people truying to avoid gunshots, in what looked, seemed like a maze, and I willed that the people I liked would stay away from vulnerable spots. I saw in detail how the man had prepared his attack and the arsenl he used.

Finally, it was the aftermath and few people dared go in public, but I was in a complex of buildings when I heard bangs and left with a man who had military experience, who would surely be the best hope for escape. We needed to move through a corridor which had glass window panes for walls pretty much, and as I clung to the bottom, knowing the wooden part of the wall could not conceal me, I saw the man with his gun in his hand. He could so easily look and see us...

The dreamsigns were railway tracks and bullets, which both reoccur infrequently. I think hearing fireworks may have suggested guns and bombs to me. I can't call it a nightmare because there wasn't much of an aura of fear, most dreams of this kind are like that though. I'm not in harm's way in nightmares as often as not.

I saw from third person abstract points of view the teleportation of the continental USA to somewhere and its displacement in time. Every day would repeat, but explosions that happened in history would reoccur. I worried when we heard the cycle might end since a cycle that displaced explosions with no casualties would be better. Also, North Korea was somehow involved and the only country that went with them.

I was in a school room, having just had an experimental genetic splicing method tried on me, and I had to awkwardly explain to a suited man that I thought it was maybe a good idea in theory but as it was they shouldn't try it on lots of people. I felt stronger, more alive, but I thought it wasn't ready yet, or maybe people weren't.

I was sitting on a huge hill overlooking a city, a complex of villa-esque buildings behind me which I knew to be my school. It was a good view where I could see each street and building but not get a lot of noise. A map flickered into mind, indicating the location of the city.

Then I turned to someone sitting nearby, not caring who, and said: "Hahaahaha, this isn't real, is it? I live in England, this is like New Jersey or something." I didn't look at who it was or pay attention, but he just acted confused, I think.

So I immediately ran away, not losing breath or bumping into people or attracting attention. I knew I could do anything but didn't care much, I just ran and sometimes made a jump to see if it would set me in flight. After a few bridges and footpaths I ended up on a steady route. I noticed something and said: "What are you?"

It said: "Antagonism."
I said: "Like your inner darkness or something."
It said: "No, just resisting things. So I"m working against running further and going back and other small things."
I said: "Oh, okay then." and talked to it for a while.

Two objects, a small metal egg and a brass ring. One could only be broken by a fall of 30 feet, if dropped by a divine entity, the other never broke. They made a death acceptable, redeemed or fixed, somehow, and I discusses it with someone. Trees, buildings, dreamscapes.

I was annoyed because there was a train track in a location that I had to cross to get to school every day, running at high speeds with no barrier or warning. The location doesn't exist in real life, that's dream geography, and dream geometry as well I reckon. I wondered if the train actually ran during the time I cross it in the morning, and, examining the track, take out an electrical plug thing, before hurriedly putting it back, as not to break anything.

Railways as barriers, or hazards, in places they really should not be, recurs in dreams for me, quite often.

There was a nasty individual, a villain for the lack of a better word, who wanted to harness the powers of time to do tricks like clone people by sending them back and so on. I was assigned to the research of the field. There was a stone track, like a wheel, around which the subjects would travel. There were enough people to fill it, and a horse or two for some reason. They walked around and I would try and adjust the experiment and watch the effects of the phenomenon in the walking subjects, without even thinking about the morality of working for who I did. Those subjects, some would just merge or split in a flash of light, but a failure made one change out of control, a paradox creating a strange black whirl as it consumed them.

At first, I remember a map, showing how a nation marked in brown on the map spread from Japan to a series of new islands and microcontinents in the Pacific. Slowly it reached an island far away from its origin and the original lands became home to others. Now and then a patch of yellow would appear on the map, showing strife. I think there was more to that world, a lot, but I don't remember it all.

I became suspicious about some of the nations and their success, so I 'descended' to see them. One mentioned the Romans, showing they has 'future knowledge' as that wouldn't have happened yet on this world. There was another human who knew and.... something else.

When I investigated I found myself in a fork of a dark corridor, two ways going into different rooms. Something explained to me, or maybe I remembered, that anguish and other heartfelt emotion leaves behind psychic traces, which amalgamate into things. I wondered briefly about the different things that might appear from different origins, even excited at the possibility of some and afraid at others.

There was one there. It 'spoke', although I don't recall everything, about its existence and other things. It was very clearly malicious, but didn't lash out. I found someone else nearby, but before I could say anything I felt a hypnic jerk, stumbled forward and shouted. There was a rushing, screaming sound of a kind that only dreams seem to be able to achieve. The person didn't notice, but by the time I asked why, I was waking up.

I was on the phone to my sister, who was asking me where I was. I could somehow see the room she was in, although only that she was next to a fish tank or maybe a terrarium. I said that I was at home and was confused, because I wasn't exactly anywhere out of the ordinary. Not pressing the point for much longer, she started introducing me to some person next to her for no clear reason, who I could barely see, but at that moment I'd thought she'd finished and put the phone down.

Then, I remember something about boats, floods in the streets, and an independent fragment about chimpanzees starting to get more intelligent and how they'd destroy themselves quickly if they were able to use weapons.

I was walking around a large pond, very shallow. In it was standing a bison big enough to fill the pond, clearly dead, as it had large rotting chunks taken out of it, yet able to stand. The size was probably larger than a small bus, although I was never standing close, more looking down at it in the pond. I wondered where the matter would go when it disintegrated. It was not particularly disturbing, although there wasn't much detail, and the grass had a bland, bright, untextured quality to it.