A Ghost Of The Times

Dream 1.29.2019

My father, sister, and brother-in-law have created or discovered a portal. I'm led to believe this is a time portal that will allow me to visit my past and future. When I enter the entrance, I suddenly find myself in another city. I know that I am not on earth, but this world isn't much different than my own. The city seems empty. It crosses my mind that I am in a simulation, like "The Matrix," made to believe that what I am seeing is real when it assuredly is not.

In this reality, it is unlawful for a laborer to talk to an upperclassman/woman. I walk through the empty city. As I walk, I look at the buildings. In part, they look real but in another way, computerized. In a tall building, I start talking loudly about penises. I am electrocuted with a taser and forcefully removed from the premises.

I stand on the roof of the building opposite where I was assaulted. A woman with me starts throwing bombs toward the building. When they hit the ground, she uses a detonator to cause an explosion. She was wronged too.

Education works differently here, as well. Instead of a child going to a school to learn, they spend the day in a specific house where the owners of the house teach them. Many kids are in the same house. I enter one home where I come across three rows of metal folding chairs. Fifteen or more Asian students are propped up in their chairs. I realize right away that none are moving. They are dead.

The strange people in this house show me their dead ancestors who are ghosts. The ghosts stand in a line. As I tap each one, they float away. The last one has a white face similar to the Rhinegeist logo with black, raven hair and dark eyes. I tap, but it refuses to move. It stays in my mind and never lets me go. Dream ends.

I wake up

City In Ruins

Dream 12.19.2017

The city in which I live has been decimated by a bomb. Soldiers have taken rule over the area. I don't know whether they are good or bad. My family and I hide in a mansion apartment. We turn off all the lights in the house except for the room in which we stay, so as not to arouse suspicion. This room has no windows so we are safe. Occasionally, I sneak through the remains of the city to hunt for supplies.

We are running low on food and other items. Somehow, I am able to see that Glenn Beck is living in a thriving community across the city near the sea. I feel that if we can make it to him, we will survive. We make the trek. When we arrive, everybody is eating grilled chicken. My mouth waters at the sight. Dream ends.

I wake up

Bombshell

Dream 8/1/2015

I arrive at my high school one morning a few minutes before the first bell.

     If you get to school a little early, you can sit in the bleachers and talk with friends. A man that we don't recognize stands in front of the students. He says that for now on, we the students will have to remain completely silent when sitting in the bleachers before school. The students are not happy. We barely get any time to relax and talk throughout the school day and now they're going to take one of the only times that we can talk and say we can't. The students pull out their cell phones and call the office to complain. A few minutes later a voice comes over the intercom and tells us that do to much complaint, the "silence rule" will not be implemented. The students unanimously let out a roar of elation.

     The school day begins. I need to grab a book from my locker and head to first period, Bible class. My locker is a train wreck. I lack basic organization skills. Most of my books are jammed at the bottom of the locker. I can see many of them are torn up and abused. I grab what I need and walk to class.

     I know I am running late because the hallways are mostly empty. I can feel the final bell ringing at any moment. In a moment of desperation, my walk turns into a full sprint. I just might make it. When I get there I am met by an empty classroom, a handful of students, and no teacher. This is odd. The class is usually full to the brim. My first thought is that I am in the wrong place. Then the intercom comes on. A lady's voice is heard throughout the halls and classrooms of the school. The lady on the other end tells us that they have found a military machine outside the school that they believe to be a bomb, and that all students need to stay where they are. We can see the machine from the windows of our classroom.

     I still wonder where the students are. Did they know something that I didn't? Are they the smart ones? I would think so. If there is a possible bomb anywhere near you, the smart people disregard orders to stay. Why is nobody panicking. The rest becomes fuzzy. Perhaps the bomb went off. Perhaps it didn't. Maybe I am just a tiny bird ready to peek my head over the edge of the nest to get a fresh look at the world. Suppose I woke up and their was no sun and I spent my days wondering whether it was day or night. I've been here before, I know it. This place is too familiar to be strange. I can't seem to find where it fits in my past, but I know I've been here. Perhaps the bomb went off. Dream ends.

I wake up.