Timothy Paradox

There was an alien invasion going on, their ship hovering over the city. I remember trying to survive, desperate to get my hands on a gun. Alien bastards!

I dreamt I had to go back to high school. School had just ended, and I was on my new bike (bought it in real life, just two days ago), wondering where the exit was. I told some students it'd been a long time since I was last here, and I actually forgot where the exit was. At one point my bike was falling apart (in real life, I had to partially assemble it myself). Maybe I had fallen?

I was in a supermarket, and the terminatrix from T3: Rise of the Machines was on my case. There was an exchange of gunfire (did I have allies/friends?) as I ran away through the aisles. Much to my surprise, on the other side of the supermarket, people were still shopping, despite the very obvious sound of gunfire in the store. I urged them to flee, as I did the same.

I was driving around Manhattan island, following a judge (wearing that funny wig some US judges have to wear). Just for fun. I think I had a fake gun (toy), or a taser. Not sure anymore. He drove around the block, and I realized this is a common trick people use to see if they're being tailed. Anyway, at one point, I figured he'd spotted me. He started driving fast and erratically (running a red light, even). I gave chase, until he pulled into a parking lot (possibly a police station). I realized the joke had to end there, or he might jump me and shoot me in self-defense, or have me arrested.

My mother was once again insulting and belittling me, making me feel powerless and frustrated. It was bullying, plain and simple. I wanted to hit her in the fucking face, but didn't.

I approached what looked like a nazi training grounds (sand, strange obstacles and cover). A soldier spotted me (I was in crouch, clearly not conceiled enough) and he killed me with a flamethrower. I didn't feel pain, I just dropped down onto the ground. I also remember being shot dead, and being executed while laying on the ground, wounded. He walked up to me, and shot me in the head. I remember uttering "shit" before he fired. I never really died, by the way. I just felt numb, too weak to move or get up. I felt like resting. They carried off my "corpse" as I played dead (eyes and mouth open). I remember feeling this was a game, as everybody knew I was just acting.

Later on, we're at some kind of high-class dinner. One of the guests at the table is a nazi, and I just gathered the proof. I think I tried to have him arrested. He was some kind of bigshot from history, like Goëring.

I was riding a motorcycle on a highway, and was terrified of falling. I didn't really have control over the bike, clearly still traumatized by my real-life motorcycle accident two years ago.

I came by someone who looked familiar, and it turned out to be my grandmother. I was like "but you're dead!", because, you know, she's dead in real life. I hugged her, and was surprised she didn't seem to find it weird that she was alive. I figured she wasn't going to explain without me asking.

I was in a heated discussion with the big regional boss of our company, BASF. He destroyed me, and made me look like a fool. I felt ashamed afterwards.

I tried to buy a tablet computer at an electronics store, but the process was sooo slow. I had to fill out, like, 10 forms full of questions. I also got into some sort of videogame style "boss battle". It took me 3 hours to make the purchase. I complained about this to the store manager. He agreed that this took way too long.

All I remember is a violent scene in which I grab my mom by her throat in anger... I felt disturbed about this when I woke up.

I was in a video game, like the old Doom games. I was running through the level (which was too hard for me, too many tough enemies), and was forced to fight them at one point. I used the BFG9000 to quickly
clear the area.

I also opened a door, and there was a cyberdemon hiding right behind it. I killed it with a single BFG-shot.

I had been hiding out for a while in a nearby house, but now I was ready for it. I walked out, and through the front gate of the big bad's main camp. I felt invincible, like I couldn't be killed. I simply walked into the camp, loudly yelling to taunt my foes. However, the camp seemed abandoned. A bit further, a road led out of the base again. A nazi approached, and I shot him with an MP-40 smg. Two more arrived in a jeep, though they were invisible. Their jeep wasn't, though; so I fired an entire mag at it, killing both enemies.

We were standing next to some kind of “pool”, that had machinery of sorts in it. Claire was underwater, and I could hear her struggle and drown. Knowing the girl I loved was dying, I yelled her name in agony. I’m not sure I was there myself – it was as if I was watching a movie. I watched a guy (blonde guy, very well-toned) ditch his clothes and jump in the water. He dived down, pushing some junk out of his way, until I could see Claire’s long blonde hair jammed between two metal plates. Claire was being crushed between two parts of a machine herself. He managed to free her, and carried her out of the water. Her face was full of blood, and she appeared unconscious. I was afraid she had already died. He got her out of the water, and saved her life. For a moment, I felt insecure because I doubted I could have pulled it off. I doubted I would even dare to try. Some lettering appeared on a wall, a title of a “cracked.com” article: “4 reasons why you wouldn’t have done a thing”.

In the next scene, four heroes were discussing something (in a doorway)? Claire was one of them, in a tight (and sexy) superhero-like outfit. She looked fully recovered, as if nothing had happened to her.

In another scene, someone cast an illusion that made the other heroes look like green-faced monsters to every one of them. They immediately started fighting each other. I think I managed to split them up and stop fighting.

I was fighting some guy. He had a knife, and I was unarmed. I tried to get past his defenses to knock him out, but he kept viciously stabbing me every time. I didn't really hurt,
it just felt weird and uncomfortable. I was annoyed and frustrated, and went like "dude, stop defending already"!

In the morning, I had a hallucination. I saw a hand, and it had "I love you. Please don't give up" written on it.

I saw a tall skyscraper in a dark city. Someone was told in a stern tone to leave immediately, and I knew this was "how the war started". I thought about "they" stood no chance against "them" as "they were too well hidden". Accompanying that thought, I saw flashes of some kind of bunker tucked away between some other military-looking structures out in the sticks (red rocky environment, reminiscent of Nevada).

I was running on the asphalt road next to my old home, towards the Renault garages that used to be there. The layout was a little different, it looked a little like a park I was running through as I approached our garage from the west (in reality there is nothing to the west, just buildings). Either way, I was running very fast. So fast, I couldn't possibly corner and turn south. I had to make an extraordinary effort to slow down first. Then I continued running south. An old man (on a bike?) passed me, heading norh. He mumbled something. "What did I do this time?" I asked out loud. "I said: good day!". I felt a little bad I thought he insulted me, when all he wanted was to say hi.

I was in an office room, in the future. The environment looked very bright and sterile with a lot of curves in the architecture; I loved it. A man in a suit was flirting with a woman who also worked there, possibly his secretary. At one time, they got awkwardly close and almost kissed, but she broke it off just in time. The man walked to his desk and tried to blackmail the woman into something, probably using the kissing incident against her. I opened one of the drawers in his desk, and found blueprints for buildings and cars. I assume the company must have been a designing firm. One of the blueprints caught my eye: a formula-one car of that year (or the next). "Oh, cool! The 2020 F1 car?" I said enthousiastically. "What year is it anyway"? I didn't know for sure, though I was sure it was the twenties. He started "explaining" in a very cryptic way, but never just telling me. "This is so typical of dreams, they never give you a straight answer!" I said in response. Aaaand then I woke up.

DJ got wiped as my laptop crashed... this will be a quick summary.

I was in some kind of attic, and I was floating. My "friend" from the past, Barra, saw the whole thing, and I told him to try. He could float too. "See? It's easy!" I said.

I saw an ad for a new hobby on my computer, and immediately went to the place. It looked like a school gym, or the inner corridors of a stadium. I asked some people whether this was the place, and they said it was actually for little kids (a place where kids can get theraphy for social skills or whatever). I saw a blonde girl I know from work sitting on a bench nearby. In this dream, her name was "Liuven". For some reason I was feeling very unusually courageous and smooth, and I went to talk to her. In real life she makes me nervous as hell and I'd never speak to her in public. She asked for my number, and I remembered this is how females show they want you to ask for theirs (I have a bad RL experience with this). I asked for her number, and she gave it up. Later on we walked off, and we were talking. Then something happened that interrupted us.

Above ground. We were at a lake, and saw that the horizon was so dark, it was as if the world was upside down. My ex-friends Fenn and Barra were there, too. We sat down by a lake on some comfy chairs. Suddenly, I saw a large meteorite enter atmosphere and crash violently several clicks away. Then I felt something hitting my skin. They were micro-meteorites, a whole storm of them. We rushed underground, down some kind of hatch. We ended up in some kind of sewer. We looked into one of the tunnels, and saw a fire erupting into an inferno and coming towards us. Suddenly, Peter Petrelli from Heroes grabbed the girl, "Liuven", and shielded her from the flames. They were both burned to a crisp. Unexpectedly though, Liuven started regenerating, and Peter mimicked her and healed soon after. We were all surprised to discover Liuven was special.