Timothy Paradox

I was at work in our break room, and decided to put my head down and take a nap. I didn't really sleep and remained conscious the whole time, but I did start hallucinating. I saw a comic book (I was reading some before this) and tried to focus hard on the numbers and words that appeared in the speech balloons of the characters. A few days ago, I considered playing the lottery with whatever numbers I could extract from my dreams. The numbers changed as I looked at them. Sometimes the text was utterly illegible and it took effort to make them 'take shape'. Other times the things the characters were saying (words in the speech balloons) didn't many any sense at all. Like the ramblings of the 'hybrids' from Battlestar Galactica.

Once again, I was in a city environment and I could hover and fly. I think my dad was there too. He didn't appear too surprised. Anyway, once again I was embarrassing myself by endlessly showing off for strangers. Going straight up was a little hard as usual. I got up to the top of the city's cathedral and jumped off of it, which was a lot easier.

I was a character, a woman. I was trapped on a steep beach, with the ocean's waters steadily rising. The sky was covered in grey clouds and the atmosphere was very dark and foreboding. I climbed the beach to escape the water, but was then blocked by a fence. I climbed the fence and run away from the ocean. I was shocked this worked, as I somewhat subconsciously realized this never works in nightmares. I traveled a ways until I got to a large house. The headquarters of my 'faction'. We were a faction aligned with some ideal I agreed with, and we had some problems with the government. I think we needed to silence someone who'd been captured by the FBI. The others were discussing a plan to just bomb the whole FBI building. I didn't feel right about this. It felt was too extreme to my liking.

I could fly. I was in a street, trying to show off. I tried to dive down and go as low as possible before pulling up again. I misjudged my approach and had to land (hard) as I came down too steeply.

I looked to the horizon and saw a massive mushroom cloud rising. Then there were several. I was in denial for a brief moment, but finally accepted this was really happening. What followed was hectic. I turned on the news, which was about the attack. They said the explosions were at least a hundred kilometers away, but I could see with the naked eye that the wave of debris was moving quite fast. I knew I wasn't safe no matter what the news said. I decided to call my mother, who lives very close to me, to discuss a plan. I realized I'd planned to plan this possibility in advance, but never got to it and kept postponing it because I thought it would never really happen. I tried calling her, but I was inexplicably using a rotary phone which was very difficult to use (I was making mistake due to nerves).

There was an invasion of Martian tripods. They destroyed a lot, but took some humans prisoner, including me. We were escorted by one of the massive machines to a kind of work camp. We decided to try and escape. I remember digging through the dirt (it was a kind of mine) for a way out. It was very narrow and I felt very claustrophobic. Finally, I dug my way out. I found myself somewhere high up. There was a soldier of some kind, here to rescue us. There was a chopper waiting on the ground for extraction. I held onto the soldier and he jumped down, opening his parachute to break the fall. I know that's not how parachutes work, but whatever. We got on the chopper and flew off before the tripods could get us. This whole dream was most likely inspired by watching a CinemaSins video about 'Ready Player One', in which there's a scene featuring Martian war machines from the 1953 movie.