Timothy Paradox

I was walking through a town/city with Claire by my side. I could see some guys floating around, and thought to myself, "I can do that too, but better!". Yeah, I wanted to show off. I flew around a bit (not just floating), from building to building. At some point I was pretty high up inside a building (it was a pretty exposed spot, no walls). I waited too long and got scared of heights again (the dream felt 'too realistic', I could feel gravity). I didn't dare jump down again. Suddenly, something happened to Claire right below me. She was severely hurt. Caring about her made me forget about my fear, and I jumped down - floating gently to the ground. I held Claire in my arms. She was covered in blood, but recovered quickly (as kind of expected). Somehow, I learned she had done that to herself/let someone else do that to her to help coax me down. I think she was happy because it also showed I genuinely cared about her. Not sure what happened next. I remember kissing her? And boobies. Yes, boobs.

Battle at sea (Battlefield 1942 style), I was piloting a bomber. I dropped bombs on an enemy ship. I don't think they had much effect at first. I was taken down, and had to bail out. In the water, I could see my target capsize, and realized I must have hit it anyway (or did my crashing plane hit it?)

More weirdness. I was in France, on vacation. I walked into some kind of pub for twins. There was this girl there, who I recognized. I got into a fight (verbal, luckily) with a dude because of some toxic remark he made. I was about to run out, when the girl ran after me and offered me a drink (she spoke French, I replied in English) on the house. I accepted and went back inside. I told the girl I recognized her. She said she had a twin working at a fast-food place in Wallonia (southern bit of Belgium, where they speak French). I indeed remembered seeing her there.

I really wanted to get into her pants.

In this dream, I had a kid. He was barely one year old, as he couldn't really walk. I think we were in a supermarket. He was playing around, and making a real mess. At one point I jokingly referred to him as the "destroyer of worlds".

I was in some kind of team of special forces. We knew of a hostile alien presence in the city. We used a very advanced type scanner (sattelite-based perhaps) to scan the city for alien life forms. The entire underground (sewers, subway tracks) lit up pink. They had to be completely infested and overrun. I don't think this mission was "official" or government sanctioned. We were on our own. We were a team of four. One was a woman. We entered a small building were we had stashed all our gear. We wore massive suits of advanced armor, making us look like futuristic medieval knights. Our weaponry was equally grotesque. Miniguns, a massive rocket launcher, stuff like that. Sadly, the others had already grabbed the cool stuff, so I was stuck with an oversized assault rifle, and a smaller carbine as back-up weapon. We all felt this could be a one-way trip. The idea was simple, but by no means easy - we would ride a small rail vehicle and plant explosives throught the entire underground. Then, we'd blow the whole place to Hell.

We went in, but pretty soon things got messy. I have no recollection of what the aliens looked like, but soon enough we ended up in combat. Also, it turned out the government didn't like our mission, and had dispatched CIA operatives to stop us. Among them was Noah Bennet. I wasn't sure they were directly attacking us, or if the aliens were between us and them, but we were taking casualties. I remember a fragment of a vehicle, possibly the train cart, hanging off a chasm - the female member of the team barely hanging on. I grabbed her arm, but she lost her grip and fell to her doom. At the end, we were trying to escape via a freight elevator. We just ran for it, explosions and gunfire (the CIA team?) right behind us. I got in first, but was knocked to the floor. I waited for my surviving buddies, but then there was another explosion. Blood, gibs, and a stray eyeball were all that was left of them. Shaken and frustated, I activated the elevator. I never knew if the mission had succeeded or not.

I was driving my car across a medium-sized suspension bridge. There was a lot of traffic. At one point, a few cars right in front of me collided. There was a big pile-up and no way to continue or drive around it. I got out, and suddenly realized one of the cars was leaking gas and would explode soon - killing a lot of people. I had to get off the bridge ASAP. Suddenly the scene looked a lot worse - cars upside down, a massive hole in the bridge, and cars floating in the water beneath. I wanted to jump, but realized the odds of hitting a floating car were too high. I proceeded to climb the wreckage of the bridge, balancing on metal beams, many meters above the river. I noticed I wasn't really scared. I reached the other side (the bridge was ripped in half now), but realized I couldn't really leave all those people behind. I extended my arm to grab the people still trapped on the other side. One of them was Matt Parkman, and I remember watching a 2-hour feature film dedicated to this character earlier. Random Heroes references

In the dream there was a football match going on (soccer), while I was watching some of my colleagues in an apartment below me. The apartment was weird, like it was missing its outer wall - I could look straight in. It belonged to Raoul, one of my colleagues. At some point, he commented that someone from the other team (I think) was stupid. "Patje", another of my colleagues, got extremely mad and started slapping him around. It looked harmless and playful at first. They disappeared from view, and it sounded like he was really beating him up now. When he was done, Patje started wrecking Raoul's home. I mean, literally everything. Vases, furniture, you name it, he destroyed it. I felt horrible for Raoul, and wanted to call the cops. Another colleague standing next to me, Dominic, gave me a weird look - clearly he disagreed with the idea of calling the cops on a friend. I did it anyway, but the moment I pressed "call", I mysteriously teleported off somewhere else, several blocks away. I then "became the camera", and moved between buildings towards the place I was at earlier. Turns out that whatever happened there had long ended. Or never happened. Don't know.

I was with a group of people walking on the sidewalk. Suddenly a kid, probably around 12, runs past us and steals something. I chased after him for a while, but he was fast and running in circles. A woman was helping me chase him down, so I instructed her to go the other way and block his escape. It kind of worked. I caught him, and... cut him into pieces. Literally. I returned what he had stolen (a pizza), and left him without legs, lying in the street (next to a small building). Slices of the child were in the pizza box. The others noticed this, and laughed. "Daaaaamn!"

I have some lingering fragments of being able to fly, and Claire being hurt - so I had to carry her.

Side note: this was my first night on huperzine.

There was this weird expo of movies, tv-shows and video games I was attending. I remember battling an alien queen (like the one from Duke Nukem 3D: The Birth), which was quite difficult because she could one-shot you with her rockets.

Complicated dream. I was in bed, possibly dreaming (in a dream). My dad was some kind of viking and I was supposed to follow in his footsteps. I think I had to prove I was as good as him. Then I was next to my bed, and concluded that everything I had witnessed was some kind of upcoming video game (MMORPG). Forgot the name. I had a top three of future MMO's I wanted to play. Black Desert was one of them. The whole dream was like a bunch of vaguely related flashes stitched together, and the whole thing didn't make a lot of sense.

After being awake for over an hour (9.30 in the morning to 11) I decided to slumber some more. I didn't sleep deep, and the dream was half hallucination, half dream. I was at a locker somewhere, at a warm location, possibly near a beach or pool. In the locker I found my body armor, belt and combat knife (I own these items in real life). I remembered putting them there months ago, and decided to take them home again. However, I got distracted somehow and left it laying on the ground for a while. When I came back, a bunch of bikini girls had found and confiscated my gear. I was mad and demanded it back. They refused. I had to negotiate with them, almost beg them to give it back. I agreed that leaving it out there in the open was stupid, and promised not to do it again. I explained I used the knife for survival purposes. They gave me the gear, and I limped away in shame.

I bought a ticket to some kind of improvised movie theater, where they played movies set in the marvel cinematic universe, only the movies were only 40 minutes long. The screen was just a TV, and not even a very good one. Pathetically small screen, and the seats were just chairs. At one point I explained this to my brother. I wondered to myself if I hadn't just wasted my money. I could get a better experience by watching this at home, on my own TV.

Two fragments so far.

In the first, I had a kid. A cute little baby, with blonde hair. I wasn't happy about this though. I'm single and I cannot recall ever having a relationship, let alone sleeping with someone. I said to myself "so much for finding 'the one' and having a child with her".

The second... Crap, forgot.

I remember having two long dreams, but forgot most of them. I have fragments of a village where I worked in a pub/bar/restaurant, where most of the patrons were friends/acquiantances. At some point I asked if I could go home, and they let me. Then I proceeded to burn down/smashing as many houses/businesses as I could, killing as many as possible. Yeah...

I forgot much, but one fragment lingers: a recurring dream in which I kind of forgot I live alone, and sleep at my old parent's home for a few days instead. I reluctantly told my dad I was going back home after today. I know why I have this dream so often. Living alone can be pretty lonely, just me and my computer. I like being around people, even if it means having less independence.

On second thought, another fragment. I was in a very large room, where many people from throughout my life were assembled - people that have probably never met each other, like from school, work, hobbies, ...
Nathan was there (back from high school), talking to some other guy (from work? Another school?). I, uh, think that at one point, he grabbed my throat while making a joke about me.

This was a nightmare about the Mortal Kombat character Kano. I was in a house, with a cute Asian girl. She was sitting at a desk, and I was guarding her. Kano, a ruthless murderer, was trying to kill us. But it got weird. At one point I managed to get the drop on him, and stab him to death. But he regenerated to full health and attacked us again. I killed him again and somehow cut him into 10 smaller pieces. I tossed the pieces around the house, far away from each other so he could not "reassemble". But one thing I didn't know: each piece of him would regenerate to an entire person. So now I had ten of him wandering around. One entered the room, and I hid in the curtains (wrapped a curtain around myself somehow). My plan was to jump out when he got close enough and stab him to death again. But I looked out of the window, and another Kano approached the house from the garden. I realized there was nothing I could do. The guy from the garden walked into the house, grabbed the Asian girl's head, and snapped her neck like a twig. I was seething with anger, but realized I was powerless to stop it.

I also vaguely remember being found by him (was I hiding behind a desk?), and later on surviving the encounter. Some people found me (my dad?), and I think I said that Kano had to be hunted down before he could cause more harm.