Timothy Paradox

I had to go back to high school for re-education. The dream fit in pretty perfectly with real life. I lost my job and will have to go back to school soon. So it's not like I traveled back in time, it was 2016, I graduated ages ago and the dream acknowledged this. I arrived on the courtyard, and felt some apprehension as I id not know anyone (and I was way older than everybody else). I somehow managed not to make a fool out of myself, what I certainly would have done 8 years ago (social anxiety, I used to be an even bigger loser than I am now). I chalked it up to experience. When the bell rang we had to stand in a line and do this weird sequence of arm gestures (hard to explain), which was apparently some kind of school ritual. It made perfect sense in the dream, not so much now. Anyway, I was confused as to where I should go and which classed I had to take. Then, a teacher addressed me and wanted to speak to me. They did not manage to finish their explanation, but I think they were wanted to say I shouldn't be in high school at all. I also remember tripping over something and almost falling.

I was in a barn (?) with some other people, hiding from zombies outside. I had a pistol, and I think I was planning on making a run for a nearby building where I had more ammunition stashed. At some point I somehow "damaged" the ammo I had, deformed the bullets so they would no longer fit into the gun. Some of the rounds looked like chess pieces or toy soldiers?

Boy, so many dreams again. My recall has never been this good before.

Number one. I was chasing a cop on a bicycle. The cop was in pursuit of a suspect. I saw a sign on the side of the road, saying Highway 7. The bad guy was riding a horse and carriage, the cop and me were on bicycles. The cop dropped his wallet. It was a Pulp Fiction "bad motherfucker" wallet, like mine in real life. I was determined to give the officer his wallet back, so I started chasing him. After a pretty long chase, I caught up to the cop (maybe he had caught his suspect?). I gave him the wallet. He seemed happy. Then he pointed out I had his phone too, somehow. And he was right. I remembered seeing an app on "my" phone I didn't recognize.

After the last dream, I was stuck on a nearby construction site. I don't *how* I was stuck, exactly. Every time I tried to walk out, something happened or something got in the way, blocking my path. At some point I got into a big truck, and thought I had started driving. But then I saw there was another truck in front of me who was doing the steering (it was like my truck was being towed, or was a wagon being pulled by a train), and I wasn't really in control.

Creepy view of a young woman or girl. She looked "plastic", and a tear rolled down her cheek. She did not move. I "knew" or heard a voice saying she was being turned into wood... Even her tear turned to wood before it fell.

I was leading a group of people on their way to find Han Solo. We got into a fight with an unknown enemy. We won the fight, but one of the men insisted they leave their children behind, as it had gotten too dangerous. The kids, girls aged perhaps 10, had fought alongside us wielding big guns, and had actually done quite well. I felt sorry to lose them. Alone, I quickly backtracked a bit to collect some "health packs", but as I picked them up, a turret started shooting me and chipping away at my health. Annoyed, I rejoined the others. I quickly jumped onto a ledge, and realized we had to "bait" the Millennium Falcon. We did this somehow, and the Falcon crashed. We continued, and eventually saw Han and Chewie standing high on top of a ledge/cliff - waiting for us to explain ourselves.

We were "interviewing" Han Solo. About what, I don't know. At some point I made a joking reference to Indiana Jones, but an older Asian man furiously yelled at me that I was not to mentioned other characters of the same actor to a fictional character, as this could cause a "reality collapse". I think I caught a glimpse of such a "collapse". I saw a major city literally collapse - skyscrapers crashing into the ground until all was dust and rubble.

Air battle. I was flying a jet in a dogfight against a bunch of other planes. I saw an invisible jet (it was blurry like the Predator when he's cloaked, and my weapon systems would not lock on to it) but I could still see it with the naked eye. I knew it was a Russian experimental jet. I became fixated on taking it down. Targeting it purely on feeling was hard. I chased it up, using my afterburners to climb higher - but the experimental jet had far more thrust. We reached space, where I lost all thrust (no air), but the Russian kept going and escaped. I got a radio message from command, saying to let the Russian go. The ISS would take care of him from space. I turned around and flew back down into the atmosphere.

In this fragment I caught a short glimpse of NYC from the air. I thought about how far it is from Europe, and how similar/different the climate and plant life are.

I was at a family gathering. My grandpa (on father's side) walked in. I greeted him. He asked me where Kevin (my half-brother) is. I pointed to the other side of the room, where he was standing in plain sight. My grandpa's mind in deteriorating rapidly, so I didn't blame him for not seeing him/not remembering.

I was with a group of people, navigating a strange place. Odd, large architecture, almost resembling ancient Egyptian. There was a section where we had to dive underwater and swim quite a distance. For a moment, the underwater corridors and rooms seemed to go on and on, and I worried I would drown. I saw an opening in the ceiling, kind of hidden away in a corner. I surfaced, and was somehow catapulted out of the water. I found myself in a large room. The ground had "pools" of shallow water in them. There was a group of girls lounging around, really cute Japanese girls. I think they were amused by the way I was launched out of the water. They were nice to me. I looked around, trying to find a way to get underwater. I checked every pool, looking for the one that wasn't shallow. I found it again, and did the most graceful swam dive I could manage. For a moment I worried I'd misjudged the jump and would hit the side of the pool. I didn't. I swam underwater, and suddenly I wasn't under water anymore. Puzzled, I backtracked a bit. Then I saw it: the water surface was vertical... all water on one side, none on the other. At this point things looked a bit "video gamey". The textures of the water surface... well, they looked like textures, not reality. I walked through, back into the water and saw a giant round boulder. I walked into it, and "lost health". At some point I realized my shenanigans had caused me to fall behind my allies, who were now pretty far ahead, and spread out throughout the "level".

I was back in Los Angeles. I've been there on holiday a few months ago. My brother was there was well. For a moment, I thought how weird it was that I could afford this. I have lost my job since then. Anyway, I was playing a console game in my room. My brother was going out to meet someone, and I think have dinner as well. He suggested I come with him. I didn't feel like it. We squabbled over this, he said I was a lazy bum and stuff like that. He eventually left by himself. He told me the street address of the place, something something Avenue. Left alone, I started to feel regret for not coming with him. I considering going after him, but his car was already out of view.

I was in a room with a bunch of other people. The Nazi's were going around and killing people everywhere. I remember seeing a pile of people, stacked up and then shot dead. Blood everywhere. It was gruesome. I hid, hoping the SS guys wouldn't see me. At some point they did find me. I ran outside, bashing past the Nazi's outside and fleeing through the city streets. I reached the "city gates", where I saw a strange monument. I heard the voice of the Führer, saying that if "he did not appreciate his new world, he should leave and never return", or something like that. Clearly referring to me.

I think the next scene was at a gas station (I think) outside the city (continuing the previous dream). I saw two older women, driving a bizarre kind of buggy. They were seated one in front of the other, like on a motorcycle, but almost laying down instead of seated. Weird. They were pretty oddly dressed, too. I almost suspected them of being trannies. The one in the rear had this weird "mutation" coming out of her chest. A small appendage, almost like a tiny arm. She was very self-conscious about this, but we nervously laughed it off. I asked for a ride, and they motioned that I had to sit on the rear one's lap. We drove back to the city. I remember the car having some kind of pole (?) sticking out (straight up) of the vehicle, and struggling to drive through a tunner or door (!). For a moment, I wondered why on Earth I wanted to go back to the city. It was Nazi-infested after all.

A half-dream, half-hallucination right before waking. I saw Nazi's violently forcing people (Mexicans?) into concrete rooms - gas showers.

I saw Jupiter, Mars, and Earth in one shot - obviously not to scale. Only Mars wasn't the barren red planet we know - it looked terraformed. I think I saw a continent on Mars, that looked like the Americas.

More fragments/forgotten dream.

All I remember is the last dream I had before waking up. I was in the hallway of a small hotel. I think I wasn't sure which room I had. There was this girl standing by a door. She was quite a bit younger than me, and really cute. She had that "thing" about her, a clever sassiness of sorts. I like girls that have ideas and initiatives of her own, not barbie dolls that need to be pampered. Anyway, I think she helped me out. I really liked her and tried to come up with all sorts of excuses to keep talking to her.

Before/during/after all this was a scene on a highway?

I recall walking down a path with my mom in a frozen, wintery environment. It's possible I was barefoot for some reason. The ground was snow at first, then ice. I ran, then suddenly stopped so I would keep on sliding for a few meters. I got to a clearing in the forest. While sliding around, I also started floating in a controllable way. I wasn't particularly surprised by this.

My mom was still with me. We were in some ancient Egyptian ruins, along with a group of other people. One of them was an Egyptian god in human form. The others were dodgy types, definitely villains. Most of the ruins were partially buries in the sand. We got to a large hall. At some point it became clear the bad guys were... well, bad. They held my mother hostage. I saw light pouring in from openings in the ceiling, and realized I could fly out through there, but I think I didn't leave because they still had my mom. There was a bit of a battle. I flew towards one buff-looking baddie, grabbed him in mid-air and smashed him into a wall. I think I smashed him a few times with my "super fist" (I was half awake at this point, this bit was half fantasy-half actual dream). Still at the far wall, I looked at the group of villains in the distance and decided to blow them up. I took out a detonator, and pressed it. They blew up in a haze of blood. Sadly, I died too, as apparently this was a game and I "failed" by doing this. Maybe I had blown up the hostages as well?

Once again, my mother was present. I was playing with our cats (Sylvester, Lotje and Fleurtje), who have obviously been dead/disappeared for almost a decade. Now, they *were* dead in this dream, but I was using some kind of trick that manifested memories into reality. My mom also saw the cats and happily petted one, I think (she loved our cats, too). I said that this 'memory' was almost as real as it was in reality.

I was outside somewhere, in a place that had high grass. Maybe a primitive village? The place came under attack from Orcs (the kind from the Gothic games). In true Gothic style, I killed a few with a one-handed weapon. A lot of people were killed, though. Elsewhere in the area, there were "Dragon Moss" monsters from Guild Wars, and other beasties behind them. I was in danger of being overwhelmed, until I fired one arrow which somehow killed them all instantly.

Vague scene involving my grandparents on father's side, including grandma (who has been dead for years).

Last dream of the 'night'. Berlin at night. I 'knew' the war against Nazi Germany was going badly, very badly. In a last ditch effort to fix this, we'd flatten Berlin. I saw a "B2 Spirit" stealth bomber from behind. It was somehow somewhere on the ground in the middle of Berlin. I took off using only very little runway (= street), and started gaining altitude. The idea was to drop the bomb when I got high enough. I don't think I ever got to that point before I woke up.

I was once again in my old family house. There was an alien in the basement, and I knew it. The basement door was still closed, but I knew it was going to come out. I opened my camera app on my phone. I wanted to record it - footage of the "first encounter" would make me rich and famous. My mom came out the hallway, and I warned her to get out of the way, as the alien was coming. It burst out of the basement. It was dark green in color, almost spherical, and quite slimy. It had a few teeth in its wide mouth, but not very large ones - they didn't look too practical for eating meat. And eyes that were far too small for it's big, headless shape (it was basically just a fat green torso with no head). I thought it was scared, as it shrieked and rushed past me at great speed and, I think, disappeared into the garden - into the night. It covered me in goo as it flew past. I got some good footage, though! That night, I slept on some blankets on the floor, alone in the living room - close to the garden door. My mom slept upstairs. At some point, I noticed my cat (Fleurtje) was acting weird. She ignored me completely, and if I approached her, she hissed and attacked. She bit me in the finger at one point, and almost broke it! I had to struggle to get her off of me. I "knew" that the alien had bodysnatched my cat. Or had morphed into my cat, like the monster from "The Thing". Then, it was my other cat, Sylvester. I rushed upstairs to warn my mother. To my amazement, even that incident wasn't enough to convince me to sleep upstairs.

The camera moved through a wide corridor or tunnel, and showed a lot of Marvel superheroes fighting out a massive free-for-all battle. They looked a little generic, with cheap costumes. Clearly stand-ins. I thought to myself that the rest of the franchise would be full of retcons, as they couldn't possibly stick to these cheap looking actors and costumes. Anyway, I was now standing by one of the heroes, clearly a main character. We were confronted by another, who had yellow glowy eyes that either drove you mad if you looked into them, or just killed you. Fortunately, my buddy revealed that he was blind. He had these (also almost glowy), milky-white eyes. I was more interested in my surrounding world. I saw the skyline of the city. Extremely modern, almost futuristic-looking skyscrapers. Massive flags hung by their sides, some red, some blue. The red flags looked like the German flag during World War 2, but with the Canadian Maple Leaf logo instead of the German cross. The blue flags had a star I think. I figured this was Canada, either in the future, or in another universe (or both). I yelled to the heroes that I suspected Canada had become Nazi.

There were a lot of events in this dream universe preceding these events. The general plot was this: the world was at war with aliens, creatures resembling the Necromorphs from Dead Space (perhaps the same bastards I encountered in my first dream?). The war was not going well at all. To make matters even more weird, time was bent "onto itself", and our war in 2016 was now happening at the same time as World War 2. The future and past had been merged. I was in conversation with two high-ranking individuals of the US military. One looked like actor Zeljko Ivanek (Blake Sterling in The Event, Danko in Heroes), the other was a taller man with short, light-grey hair. Both generals, probably - judging by their uniforms. Ivanek told me we were to avoid interfering with the events of World War 2 as much as possible. He asked if I remembered a previous operation, in which operatives came in contact with people and events from that war. I said yes. He handed me an envelope, containing what I think was an item (an old fashioned skeleton key?). Inscribed on it was a date relating to a historic event of the war. Ivanek said that after the mission, the date had changed - implying that the operatives had accidentally changed the timing of a major event of that war. I noticed Ivanek's skin was a strange tone of green. Anyhow, I think we were on an important mission, possible a last ditch effort to end the war against the aliens in our favor. I remember clumsily climbing through a window to get outside and link up with the others (?).

Vague memories of a big fight in a big yard, just me (and someone else, I think a woman) against hordes of enemies storming at us from across the yard. I probably had a suitably big gun for the job. At some point, we retreated across several yards we'd already cleared. The next part is very hard to explain. There some kind of concrete casket against the right wall one of those yards, containing an artifact of some kind. A blue skull? It was the key to some secret, that much I knew. There was a lot happening before this part of the dream, all forgotten. One name lingers: perhaps this was my character, maybe not: Leonidas.

I re-entered lala-land when I decided I was still tired. I was with a brunette girl in a house. Perhaps the kitchen. She was a bit younger than me, but still "legal". I think we tried having sex there and then, but ultimately we decided we'd much rather make out. Now, in real life I'm a total, grade-A loser who has never kissed a girl before - never even gotten close, so this bit was fun. The kiss was the most amazing thing ever. She tasted neutral, a bit sweet perhaps, not at all repulsive as I had feared IRL. Our tongues swirled around each other. It was awesome. I tried closing my eyes, but somehow it didn't feel as good as it did when I could see her. I remember seeing her face briefly, messy, long brown hair obscuring her left eye. Her other half closed in ecstasy, looking at me. I woke up, probably because I opened/closed my eyes.

First dream was me on a tropical island, scouring the beaches for seashells. There were 7 or 8 specific seashells I had to collect on the island. I found one, and a similar-looking one next to it. I wondered if I could "fool" the system by just taking random shells that looked similar enough to the ones I had to collect. I put the shell in my jeans pocket, and the other one in the smaller pocket below it. At some point I somehow gained Thor's hammer, Mjölnir. I figured it would be a great way of getting around faster. I tossed it, and was pulled along behind it into the air. It went fast, like really fast. I was afraid that coming down would hurt for a second, but gained courage to go higher and faster. I almost overshot the island. In a later scene, the island was a kind of reality show I was watching, and Evangeline Lilly (Kate in "Lost") was joining the show. The person I was earlier was now Matthew Fox, who played Jack on Lost. I anxiously awaited the reunion.

Okay, how to put this... I was with a people who flew a kind of double-decker airplane, except it "flew" on and under water, not air. The pilot would be submerged below the waist. At one point, the "plane" went under water, and I was worried I would drown for a moment. But for the rest of the dream, which was all under water, I never once had issues breathing. Near the bottom of the ocean (we were swimming now, no more vehicles), I saw several of our "team" grabbed by a huge, featureless worm-like creature. It tore the man in half, and proceeded to rip apart the others, too. Then, the monsters turned out to be simply very big humans (twice the size of the average human) living underwater, and they ate humans as part of their diet. I conversed with one of them, and expressed my outrage/discontentment with them eating other sentient beings.

I was with a large group of people walking through a park or garden-like area. I think someone commented it was a shame we didn't see any lions, because I pointed out I had seen a white lion just a little bit down the road we came from. They went back, and sure enough, there it was. The crowd was dumb, however, and got too close and too bold, trying to take pictures of the wild animal. It attacked, and started killing people (or trying to, anyway). I fled with the rest of the crowd. In the next scene, I was alone (I think) with several (regular, not white - also these were females, no manes) lions. Somehow, I knew I was invisible. I snuck to a small concrete stair leading to a higher level of the garden, and hid underneath - as I was afraid they would still bump into me, or smell me.

I also think I had a dream featuring the full *REDACTED* of *REDACTED*, and I believe I interacted with some of them, but this incident has been completely forgotten.

There was more to these three dreams, much more - but many details have been lost.

I was outdoors, and saw a concrete building. There were metal stairs leading to a door, a few meters up. Inside, there was a very deep pit to the left, with a square pillar in the center (like an obelisk, but with flat top). A ledge right in front of me led past the pit, to another flight of stairs and another door. I have memory of having been in that pit quite a few times, but no idea why. In one instance, I was thrown in by accident. I tried to prevent going to deep, but said f*ck it and let it happen. I fell in, and fell fast (terminal velocity, the pit was hundreds upon hundreds of feet deep), and had to "brake" by wrapping my arms around the central obelisk and squeezing hard - like how elevator brakes work. I reached the bottom, which was just sand. Even in the dream, I could not really remember HOW I got out every time. On the way out (later in the dream), I imagined climbing out, hanging on to ledges with my hands, but it didn't feel like I actually did this. I saw a bunch of (white) guys dressed up like Sikhs (turban and all). They went up the stairs and into the room, which I knew was occupied by actual Sikh. They were playing a somewhat racist joke on them.

I went into the room as well. In the next "scene", I was in the room, standing by two British (?) people by a long bar table. A bit further along the table was an American girl, a cute blonde, and another woman of whom I suspected was her mother. She was talking, but even though I understand English, I could not understand a word she was saying. Her pronunciation was terrible. I think there was another, dark-haired girl behind me in the corner.

At some point "we" left again, through the previous room with the pit. Now we were a bunch of guys again, I think already dressed up like wizards (stereotypical hat and all). Past the pit, the last bit before the exit door was a kind of wood planks, quite high above the ground. I didn't trust the other guys, as I fully expected them to play a cruel prank on me. As we walked over the planks, we could see they were half sawed through, so they would break under our weights. It didn't work.

Back outside, the landscape was beautiful. It was a forest at autumn (falling leaves, red/orange colors). The other "wizards" had left through an alternate exit, as we did not trust each other. I remember the ground being muddy. I made eye contact with the other two, and thought/said something. A bit later, I was going through the forest, and randomly decided to take off. I jumped, and as expected did not come all the way down. I looked up, and slowly flew up. There were branches of the trees in my way to the sky, but I somehow remembered phasing in a previous dream, so I phased through them. I heard the cheers of the "wizards" below me, which boosted my confidence. At some point I started losing altitude again, but I said quietly to myself "higher, higher", and fully expected it to happen. It did, I finally rose above the trees and flew off. As I was flying, I became aware of the dream (I think). Either way, I remember being surprised about the realism of the dream, how "clear" everything looked. I looked at my hands in mid-flight at studied them more carefully. Every detail, down to the pores and grooves in my skin was simulated. Amazing. At some point, I started fading. My sight became blurry, and I knew I'd soon be booted back to reality. I remember the trick of "looking at your hands" to restore stability. I tried, but could hardly see them anymore because of how blurry my vision was. I gave up, and looked forward - everything got very, very blurry. And suddenly, out of nowhere, my vision cleared, and I was flying at very high speed at low altitude over the canopy of the autumn forest. I recognized it as a "scene change". I noticed a white, double-rotored helicopter (like a V22 Osprey) flying by. Somehow, I felt they were hostile. I "stopped" mid-air, and changed direction to fly towards them. As I engaged the target, I got a vision of a turret on the helicopter locking on to me and opening fire. Before I got a chance to continue the dream, my vision went black and I was awake. Bummer.

Notes:

There's a memory of an entire section of dream that appears to "run parallel" to the part with the pit. There was a "platformer" section in a building with bizarre architecture (extremely tall interior hundreds up feet up, platforms and rooms built into the walls). Was this above the pit? Perhaps this is how I ended up in the pit the first time? Either way, I remember thinking about fitnessing, and how it might actually be fun to try and lose weight. Talk about reality interfering with the dream.

Additional dream: I was somewhere in Eastern Europe, walking through a quiet, green neighborhood. I had to remember where I left my car, I think. I walked a path next to the houses, and had to walk under some kind of tent...? I some point, I saw a sexy woman laying on the ground, making out with a guy. I knew she was a hooker, somehow. I knew I wanted in on that action. Without thinking, I went to her and got her attention. The other dude pretty much vanished as I focused on her. I tried to kiss her, but she didn't want to. I gave her the "innocent puppy" look, until she seemed more cooperative. I caressed her bare belly (yes, I've got a thing for bellies) and told her I'd pay her 200 bucks or something like that.

A fragment occurring before the 'main' dream featured classic Doom gameplay. It's possible I'm confusing this with a real memory - I watched a Doom video on the tube yesterday. Or maybe it did happen, and it was based on that.

The main dream, then. I was in a strange room. Possibly with someone else. Weird things were happening to the wall, as if reality was being 'bent', and I knew it was Pennywise the clown - a very common monster in my psyche. I approached it, and fully expected it to show its horrific teeth and attack. A bit later, Pennywise had a partner in crime, a woman I recognized as a 'fallen angel'. As I actually do rather often, I tried to reason and bargain with the monsters, instead of fleeing (not that fleeing was possible). I asked the woman why she was doing this. She opened a cabinet or small vault (not sure), in which I saw a dead newborn baby (not full-grown), with the umbilical cord still attached - in a pool of blood and/or water from the womb. She explained that human doctors had done this to her, and this is why she wanted all humans dead. I kind of understood her anger, but wanted to argue that the crimes of a few do not condemn all. But before I could do this, I woke up.

False awakening. I thought I'd woken up, and was in the shower with a portable heater pointed at my face. I could see and feel the glow. I looked away, and suddenly it was standing on top of the door handle. I found this so bizarre, I concluded this couldn't be real. I shook my head to try and wake up, and sure enough, I woke up in bed. The real one.

I was at the top of a large tower (ancient Persian). I'm on this round terrace built all around the top of the tower. There is no guardrail, but I hold on to the supporting pillars (the ones holding up the ceiling) as I clamber around the tower. I'm quite scared of heights. I find no way to get inside the tower. Once I had climbed around it twice, I suddenly see open doors (I feel with my hand to make sure it isn't just a window) and walk inside. The inside is a rather roomy dining hall of sorts, way too large to fit into such a small structure. I'm not sure if the following happened before or after the tower. Claire was there, in the dining room, standing by others. but I felt like she (and those others) were of a "higher caste" and thus out of my reach. I did try to get near her and interact with her, but never actually directly tried to seduce her as I feel it is hopeless. As usual. In an earlier scene (I think, the order of memories is a little vague), I think there were a lot of people, including old friends (Fenn & Barra) and people from school, and I think we were grouping up or something, for some kind of challenge. The tower thing?

I was in a very rural (and cold) region of Russia. There was tundra, and patches of snow and ice everywhere. I was in some kind of muddy, outdoor parking lot, located on the side of an even muddier trail. There were quite a few people there. Some guys (kids?) wanted to show me their motorcycles. I acted all interested, and got on one of them. They were still enthusiastic, but careful - and told me not to do anything. Before they knew what was happening, I had started the bike and raced away from there. I felt like I had "a job to do", and I needed this vehicle to do it. I rode a twisty asphalt roads for a bit, until I knew I wasn't being followed. Then, I turned around and rode back - back onto the muddy road next to the lot. There was a lot of police and bystanders on the lot after my theft. I turned off the engine and "pedaled" instead, as if it was a part bicycle, part motorcycle. This was, I managed to quietly ride past them, and escape. During the ride, I noticed it had been a long time since I had ridden a bike (5 years in real life, I stopped after a crash) - but it went well, and the bike had a surprising amount of grip despite the mud, snow and ice.

Me and a partner entered a dilapidated building, a kind of giant warehouse. We were there to kill two monstrous dog-like monsters and save two women who were being attacked by the beasts. The beats were probably based on Woola, the 'dog' from "John Carter", a movie I watched the day before. The beasts created some kind of 'portals' high up on the walls. They would drag their prey up, and inside he portal, where they would be consumed. Anyway, we both had suppressed pistols. My partner engaged one of the creatures on the far side of the warehouse. Suddenly, I had a machine gun instead. I encountered the other creature in the corridor right before entering the actual warehouse. I shot and killed it with the MG. I realized the the girl, who looked like Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider reboots, was safe for now - despite hanging from one of the portals below the waist. I decided to go help my partner instead.

I went with my grandfather to a dark place, presumably up north. There were long nights and very short days, just a few hours that felt like minutes. In no time, I wanted to go back, but I knew I needed plane ticket.

I needed to flee a house/lodge/shack on a hill. The environment was once again cold, and possibly snowy. There was a short way down, but I "failed" (it was like a quick-time event in games), and came down a little further. I was forced to climb over several wooden structures/obstacles to reach the helicopter (?) for extraction, before the whole place blew up.

I only remember an area by the water, probably the docks. I remember swimming, and a dressing area for women that I was sure wasn't there before.

Lots of dreams today. My sleeping "pattern" is getting more f*cked up by the day. I sleep from 5 to 15 these days (5AM to 3PM). And when I wake, I can "choose" to re-enter a dream in seconds, "on demand". My memories of these dreams are crystal clear after I wake.

In the first dream I had traveled back in time, and witnessed my own birth. I was talking to a doctor. Suddenly, he got an alert and rushed to the delivery room. I followed him through a narrow, white corridor, while recording him with my smartphone. I remembered an earlier scene, in which someone showed me a (real, not digital) photo album with pictures from my birth... and the picture I looked at was one of the doctor running through a narrow, white corridor in front of whoever took the picture - exactly what I was seeing right now. After waking up, I concluded I had to have been the one who took the pictures before I traveled back. Temporal paradox! We were in the next room, and the baby was born. Somehow, my mother (or father) weren't there. I said something to the doctor. Perhaps I suggested naming him (me), because my mother wasn't there anyway.

I was a character in an RPG game. We were in some kind of dark, partially flooded dungeon. Two guys went on ahead to retrieve an item (they had to get in the water, and dive under some kind of gate/fence) - but didn't return. I went after them. I dived, swam and retrieved the item they wanted. The boss and our mage were indeed dead. When we got back, another person said he could use the item to forge some kind of armor for me. I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. It was still early in the game.

The dream took place in a post-apocalyptic desert. We (me and another guy) were in the dunes, surrounded by tall "zombies" of sorts (a kind of mythical undead, not your average zombies). We found a Jeep, and used it to drive through and away from the Z's. I had a lot of fun with this, driving up and jumping down the dunes while driving with one hand. We got to an large abandoned city, covered half in sand. I descended down some rubble, onto the street. Suddenly, a guy appeared on top of the rubble we came from. He was some kind of badass, and owner of Jeep we stole to escape. We seemed understanding of our situation. I think he had a rifle (AR15 type), and started to explain to us how to use it. Given his apparent experience and air of badassary, we decided to listen.

In this dream, there was a guy who had stolen something, or was transporting something. He'd swallowed it, or carried it under his skin like some drug dealers do (or like the opera singer in "The Fifth Element". I was just an observer, not an actual character. The badass future version of Claire Bennet had captured him. She said she would cut it out of him, but she said it in such a menacing way, you had to feel sorry for the poor guy.

I was looking at a painting, and discarded it for another painting. I was using them to travel through time.

I was watching a movie with my mother. At some point I thought I recognized "Caroline", a girl I used to know in middle school. My mom said it wasn't her. It probably wasn't.

This dream took place in some kind of large wooden shack. It was quite dark. *REDACTED* Sylar, another character from "Heroes", was raping her (Claire). This was an event I was "tasked" to prevent. He was doing this to her, but to my confusion, Claire seemed to be enjoying it. To my shame, I was turned on by the sight. *REDACTED* I traveled back in time. I closed my eyes and envisioned the shack in the past. I started "seeing" and hearing input from the past, while my senses from the present went dull and eventually disappeared. I was back in the shack, but before Claire and her female friend (?) arrived. I think I managed to convince them to leave. At some point in the dream, I remember thinking (or whispering "save the cheerleader, save the world", the show's catchphrase.

I somehow got into a fight with Sylar. I could freeze time, just as I was about to throw in a punch. I realized that if I unfroze time for too long, he would no doubt destroy me using one of his many powers. But if I kept it frozen, I could never defeat him, or escape. I decided to freeze and unfreeze time every second or so, so my fist approached his face bit my bit, but he was unable to use focus and use a power in the short timespan between "freezes". I hit him right in the face, and he was defeated. My allies came in, several men of whatever faction I was with. They congratulated me for my deeds, and apparently saving the world. I wasn't interested in the world, though - I was madly in love with Claire, and I wanted her to love me back. At this point, my behavior mirrored that of a character of a book I'm reading - Raoul from "The Phantom of the Opera". In true 19th century style, it was as if I expected her to have some kind of obligation to love me because I saved her. I spoke to Claire, who was also in the shack all of the sudden, standing by wooden workbench. She no longer looked like herself. I told her the truth, that I loved her and that's why I "saved" her. She just kind of nodded "uh huh", and that was it. I was heartbroken. I was mad, and I think I drew my sword in anger (it was a katana). One of the guys in the room was Asian in origin, so I noticed.

In the next scene, I was sitting in a chair, in an opulent Victorian palace. It was a celebration of my "heroics", because I had saved Claire and saved the world from evil while doing it. I was still in a foul mood. I cared more about conquering her heart than the world's safety. I stood up, and said "forgive me, friends". I took my swords (they were two golden ornamental swords, in a very unusual shape), and held them up while preparing to travel back in time. The idea I had in mind was vile, and beyond selfish. I would go back, but arrive just too late - when Sylar was already having his way with her. I would then save her, and in doing so she would see how much I loved her. I was prepared to allow her to get hurt and abused, just so she would love me. I was sitting again, still "casting the spell". I noticed Claire standing on my left with a few other people. I lowered my arms so she would not see me "cast". Much to my frustration, I failed to travel back in time. My ability simply refused to work. Begrudgingly, I accepted this outcome. As I started to wake up, I somehow felt like this story would have a happy ending still, and "knew" she would come to me and we'd somehow end up together after all.