I met a time traveler.
by, 03-19-2010 at 06:11 AM (1383 Views)
I dreamt that I was having a lovely conversation with a time traveler on IS this morning. It was promptly forgotten upon waking.
They were either me from a different timeline, or some time travel higher up that got pissed at me for sending messages back to my 10 year old self. Long story.
But since I was slipping in and out of sleep so frequently, I started looking forward to reading the time traveler's message, even though I couldn't understand them. I'm honestly starting to wonder if it really was a dream or if that was deliberate on their part so I wouldn't spill too many secrets. They seemed to be fine with me posting about my dream though.
After they left though my dreams went back to the usual dirty cheerleaders and Jew dreams. Another long story. And since I know the majority of people will probably take that the wrong way, I shall sum up.
Apparently in my dreamworld, it was a special holiday where you had to throw mud at cheerleaders. WTF, right? Also my cousin or someone ran an orphanage for Jewish children.
I've had those dreams before though. It's quite funny, I never remember my dreams all that well but as soon as I have the same one twice it instantly comes back. Like deja vu of sorts.
Spend the remaining dream time projecting. There was a pretty violent astral current present, so I mainly just went with the flow of it, wild ride man. Well, it was fun until it kept dragging me off/back at the most inopportune moments. There was one area in the astral plane that was covered with tornadoes though, never seen anything like it in all my travels. I was going to investigate them further but got caught up in the tides.
Also! Fuck, how could I forget this one... It was the scariest shit I think I've ever dreamed about, well, aside from all those times I've had cups of tea with demons and dolls.
I guess the premise was that my sister had a possessed toy. It would like move on it's own and shit. So me being the nice brother that I am volunteered to find out what was causing it and/or stop it, since I probably inadvertently summoned it in the first place.
So it's night time, and we can't find it in her room, so we peer out her door down the hallway, and there's the motherfucking toy, just standing in front of the bathroom door. She starts screaming and I shat a proverbial brick wall. I decide to just go get it but as soon as my back is to the hallway and I reach down to pick it up, my fucking parents jump out of their room and yell boo or or some lame shit like that.
Come to think of it, the way I responded is probably the reason I was living with my cousin.
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