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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.

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.