Warping

Dream Info: January 2011
Realism Intensity: 7
Content: PG

There were certain locations on the earth where a high quantity of a particular metal concentrated energy and bent space-time. Travelers from long ago marked these spots with a symbol of a circle with a line coming out the bottom with two dashes on either side. Only a few people knew of their significance.

I was one of them. Not long ago a friend had discovered that a Garmin GPS could control where one warped. The traveler would set a waypoint on the GPS to one of the known warp gates and select “navigate.” The elevation marked on the GPS was the date you wished to travel to. When the warp occurred the traveler would be taken to that gate and that time.

This was an incredible innovation. Previously, traveling was incredibly dangerous. A traveler had no way to control the warp and would rarely be seen again. There was no way to travel back to his correct gate and time.

Now, we could explore in safety.

I stood on a mountain, just below the summit and waited. I held the GPS tightly in my hand. I waited. The warp gates triggered randomly. There was no way to know how frequently or when one would fire. They generally responded to a person’s presence. One would stand on the spot and in seconds or minutes the energy would build and then discharge causing the warp.

I had been on this gate for five minutes. That was a long time.

My hair suddenly stood on end and the air felt thick. I braced myself. There was a flash that blinded me and the roar of air rushing by. When my eyes cleared I was standing in a field. The sun was warm and the sky blue. Green wheat swayed around me gently.

It had worked.

I ran two miles to a farm house. There, just behind the barn, was a mound of rock. I selected my next way point and stood on the symbol. With seconds I flashed to fifty years later into the heart of Chicago.

I caught my breath and looked at the crowds surrounding me. I had appeared in the middle of a mall. Apparently it was just before Christmas. No one was looking at me. No one had noticed my appearance.

Over and over I warped. I explored location after location. There were so many scenes and adventures and sadly I cannot recall them now upon writing. I know I stayed around the present for safety reasons.

I do recall:

Travelling to the future. I was in a huge building. There were many people around. I located the nearest warp gate and made for it. Security officers in the building turner me around. Oddly, there was another gate listed on my GPS in the same building. They were never that close. I made for it only to be stopped before reaching the hall it was in. A lady appeared and talked with me. I quickly realized she knew what I was looking for.

She followed me everywhere. She hung on my arm and acted as if she were attracted to me. I gathered from our conversations that she had no way of controlling the warp gates and knew I did. I had come through one and headed directly to the two nearest gates. I had never considered being watched or tracked and felt foolish at how obvious I had been. It was clear I had a detailed map, which in and of itself was rare. If I had control as well…well, that would be quite powerful.

After many days I managed to get away from the woman. I sneaked into the building. As I approached the warp gate, a location in the middle of a room, a Tyrannosaurus Rex crashed into the room. It roared and chased me. I managed to get it downstairs, and ran back to the warp gate. I stood on it clutching my GPS and waited. Nothing happened. The T-Rex rushed into the room. My heart stopped and my mind raced. I didn’t dare to move. I could miss the warp and would have to wait for days, possibly, for it to recharge. And I would die from the T-Rex. I squatted and prayed for the darn warp as the T-Rex lunged for me. Suddenly it shimmered into the form of a man: a security guard. He grabbed me and I threw him off. In the doorway stood the woman. She barked a command to the guard and they both rushed me. I picked up my GPS and saw that the way point had been unselected.

I was blinded by the flash.

I had traveled to a distant location. The land was parched and burned. I entered a valley of hardened lava. It was wavy and smooth, not yet broken down by time and weather. The valley was as a maze and I wandered, confused, trying to find the warp gate. There were no satellites above to guide me. I cursed. I was completely lost.

Using the compass on the GPS, and doing some math, I was able to figure out my location. I triangulated where I was to the closest gate and started hiking. At best, it was only a rough estimate.

A day later I knew I was close. I also knew I was no longer alone. I had seen something large moving along my path. It was a dinosaur. And this time it wouldn’t become a man I could fight off when it caught me.

I ran in a pattern looking for the gate, crisscrossing the black stone. After several minutes the dinosaur appeared in a channel behind me and raced after me. There, on the side of the lava channel in front of me I saw the warp symbol. I said a silent prayer of gratitude and lunged for it. I clung to the slope over the spot, and turned. The dinosaur leapt for me. It was huge and impressive. It crashed into the stone, but I was no longer there.

And so much more I cannot remember…

The Demon of the Highland

Dream Info: February 2008
Realism Intensity: 8
Content: PG-13

One day I was at home. Dark clouds rolled in and blocked out the sun. In the sudden gloom I turned on a light, but nothing happened. No light came on. I grabbed a flashlight and headed into the black basement to find the circuit breaker. At the bottom of the stairs I hesitated. Something felt wrong. I stepped into the basement hall and the door to the kitchen at the top of the stairs slammed shut. Alarmed, I stepped back onto the stairs and fumbled with the flashlight. My arm brushed against something soft and cold. Something was there on the stairs with me.

The flashlight clicked on and I spun around. It threw me against the wall. It grabbed my neck suffocating me. I brought my flashlight up; the light fell across a very large humanoid creature. It was blacker than the dark basement. It had no eyes and only a slit of a mouth. It was eight feet tall, its head pressed against the ceiling.

I fought free. Somehow I found a sharp object and was able to overpower the creature and chop it into small pieces. The pieces bled, turned into black ooze, and drained through cracks in the cement floor. Shaken, I left the house. No other buildings were visible as I ran through the fields. Our house was alone on the Highland moor. I eventually arrived at the next building. I was winded. An hour or more had past. This building was a gray, dank, stone house. It was very old but had been converted into a restaurant many years ago.

Entering I found myself in a pleasant little Burger King. It was lunch time and quite crowded. I got a burger and sat with some friends. Dark clouds formed again outside. I was a little worried, but figured it was just a stormy day. For some reason I went down into the basement of the restaurant which was old, cobwebby, and obviously unimproved. It grew dark again. The power was still on at least. The dangling light bulbs flickered anemic light which was absorbed by the thickening darkness. One corner of the basement, in a back room, was completely black. I eyed the room warily. The blackness gathered form and suddenly the creature leapt out at me. We battled and I screamed for help. One of my friends jumped down the stairs. We managed to subdue the creature again and chop it into bits. We were both wounded and chopping it up was extremely difficult. This time I gathered up the creature and threw it into the furnace before it could ooze away. It made a terrific howling noise and smelled awful. We sat, winded, watching it burn.

I thanked my friend. I told him to stay at Burger King and enjoy his lunch. I needed to leave. He of course wanted to know what had just attacked us. I was putting the pieces together but didn’t want to say anything to upset him.

I trekked further north through the empty and windy land to the house of my uncle. It had been in our family for at least ten generations and was once the clan headquarters. I needed help, for I was afraid this was not the last attack. I was afraid I had yet again failed to kill the creature. For how can you kill something that is already dead? It was a Demon that had come for me. I’m not sure how, but it had come from Hell and somehow taken physical form. Foul and decrepit as it was, it was extremely powerful and bent on killing me for some reason. Or so I figured. If I was correct, it would come a third time and I would need a better weapon. I also needed some rest.

From the house of my uncle I took the family sword. It was a large but surprisingly light sword that was as old as our clan and rumored to have been handed to our ancestor by one of the very archangels guarding heaven. I hoped the rumor was true.

The sun was setting below the thick low clouds as I hiked towards home. A sudden rushing sound scared me. I dove onto the ground and rolled as a green dragon slashed through the air where I had been. It rose into the cloudy sky and vanished. I slowly got to my feet and unsheathed the sword from the scabbard on my back. I could hear the creature circling in the wispy clouds not far above me.

The sun was now sinking behind the distant hills. I needed shelter. Burger King was again my closest bet. I ran. The clouds thickened over the distant building. It knew I headed there.

I made it to Burger King without any other attacks. It was the dinner rush. My friends were still there, now having dinner. The sun had set and its faint red glow was being blocked out by the sinking clouds that were engulfing the restaurant. By the time I had explained to the costumers the danger we were all in it was completely black outside. Nothing could be seen out of the many large glass windows. I stepped to one cautiously. The Demon’s green head pushed out of the blackness and into the glass, cracking it. I jumped back, heart racing. Its wings thumped against the wall. It was not too large, its body probably only eight feet long. It was still humanoid. Only it had given itself large wings and a sinuous tail. I gathered all the costumers into the center of the building. We were as far from the windows as we could get. The windows wouldn’t stop the Demon. It was only toying with us.

Screams from the basement stopped my thoughts. I kicked open the basement door. No lights were on. I flipped the switch and revealed two children at the base of the stairs staring at the green shadow that had formed between us. The shadow lunged at them. Sword first, I plunged down on it. The winged Demon solidified and killed one child instantly.

My sword was able to slice right through the Demon like paper. The fight was terrible. I was bleeding and ended with broken ribs and nose but was able to slice the Demon into submission. As it thrashed in pieces on the ground, for a third time I sliced it up even more. I knew that that was what you do with Demons. But this time I did something different. I can’t remember what though. But I was sure that by my sword, and that other forgotten act, I had permanently sent that Demon back to Hell. Feeling relatively confident, I returned upstairs to the terrified people.

Them Bears

Dream Info: Saturday, April 4, 2009
Realism Intensity: 3
Content: PG-13

Up in the hills just outside of the city was a nice resort of sorts. It was set on the foot hills overlooking the valley.

People were strolling about in the warm sunshine. I was walking near the edge of the resort. The bushes moved and out clambered a large grizzly bear. He was several hundred feet up the road so I didn’t feel threatened. I just stopped walking and stared. The bear scratched itself and then started lumbering lazily towards me. I walked slowly backwards and then turned down a side street, into the resort, leaving before anything bad happened.

I saw no more of the bear. I had an urgent message for the owner of the resort, and continued on my way to her house forgetting about the oddity of a bear in this area.

As I drew close to the house, again the bushes shook ahead of me. I froze as the bear jumped out onto the road. It stood and roared. I was being stalked. Behind me, people stopped their morning walks and those at the café lowered the cups of cappuccino.

“Run. Get out of here,” I cried to them, then turned and fled myself. The crowd vanished into buildings. The bear rushed after me.

I was going to die, I knew it. And I ran fueled with fear. I outran a young boy who was wheezing with exertion. I looked over my shoulder as the bear, catching him, crashed and rolled on the ground; the boy clasped in its great claws. I was overjoyed. The boy distracted the bear which was allowing me to escape. What luck; I was going to live.

I stopped running, consumed with guilt. What had I just thought? That was terrible. So I turned and ran back. Against a building was a stack of chopped wood. I grabbed a log and hurled it at the bear. Again and again I threw. The bear drew back, startled by the sudden attack. Confused it retreated to the nearest trees leaving the boy on the ground. I rushed forward, lifted the boy, and together we ran inside a nearby building.

The building had several rooms and large glass windows. In fact, the door was glass. It wouldn’t keep a grizzly bear out long. I locked it as the bear sprinted from the trees towards us.

There were several people inside the store, a gift shop of sorts, who looked at us questioningly. I pulled everyone into the center of the room, away from the windows. The bear slammed into the door. The glass cracked but held. The bear battered angrily. I led everyone through the rooms to another door. But as we reached it, three more bears attacked. That door was glass as well. We were surrounded. I was shocked at how cunningly the bears had apparently planned this.

The first bear crashed through the door. One of the others had worked its way in through a window. The third and fourth worked on the back door. One had its paw through the bottom and was shattering the glass in a widening hole. The sound of roaring, breaking glass, and screaming filled my ears.

Then I woke up.

Cross Brick

I was in a compound: a factory, storage, housing, hospital, all walled in. There were many buildings but everything ran together. Everything was dusty as well. The compound was lit by dull blue light, as if it were filtering in from dirty windows on a cloudy day. As such there were deep shadow. At best the high, skinny halls and prison like apartments were dimly lit. The walls were gray. The people too.

I’m not sure what we all did. But one day I was working in a dank factory room full of pipes. I was sweeping the floor. On a table in the middle of the room I noticed a strange brick. It was a little larger than the average clay brick, but otherwise the same. It was rough, light weight, and brown. Its color stood out from the rest of the gray in the dream. On one side I discovered a carved raised cross. No paint. Nothing fancy. Just a cross. Immediately I felt uneasy. With it in hand, I looked around cautiously, and decided to head back to my apartment and hide it.

Out in hall an alarm sounded. A voice came on over a scratchy intercom announcing a breach in security and that any suspicious objects should be reported immediately. There was a high probability of bombs or chemical weapons deposited in the compound. Immediately the hall filled with frantic people. They stared at my brown brick. My heart told me to hide the brick. I could not turn it in. They (compound management) would just destroy it. It was special and I could not allow that. I tucked it under my shirt so no one else would see it.

I wound my way through many halls. The voice came on again. There was a small brown object deposited in the compound. That object was extremely dangerous. No one was to touch it, if found, and it was to be reported immediately.

I looked around and saw that a few who had seen me with the brick were still near. They swiveled to face me. I ran. They chased.

Many daring and close encounters happen. I was trapped. I ran into a small garage of sorts. The buildings had all gone into a lock down and I could not open the large door. The sound of feet could be heard in the hall. I noticed the trash compactor built into the wall of the garage and jumped on it immediately. I threw the brick down the short shoot and crawled in after it. I remember clearly the cross brick sitting in the garbage in front of me. It resonated so strongly in me. I couldn’t surrender the brick now if I wanted to. My will was drained; but not in a bad way. It was more as though my resolve had solidified.

I plopped down into the trash bin. The one side was open to the compound. I felt a rush realizing I had made it out of the building. As I climbed out of the bin and lowered myself and the brick to the ground, I realized I was in the center of the compound. Walls and guards were all around. I was far from free. But I was out into the dim blue sun, and that was something.

Then I woke up.

The Griffin

Dream Info: 1997
Realism Intensity: 5 (out of 10)
Content: PG-13

A small group of my friends and I were hiking along the ridge of a small canyon with a creek trickling at the bottom (Like Gold Creek / Webb Canyon). The trees were tropical: palm Trees, large ferns, and such. There was the peak of a red tiled roof stabbing out above the trees some distance away.

My friends and I were moseying down the ridge when one of them noticed a parasailer gliding over head. The man had a large lime green parachute and was wearing a dark green jump suit and a yellow helmet. He careened over the canyon and plummeted into the foliage on the other side with a large crash. We stood there waiting to see any sign if he was OK, but he was completely hidden. Seconds later there was a quiet rumbling; a few of the trees started to shake. The rumbling grew louder. The trees ripped from the ground and fell over. Some flew into the air along with chunks of dirt and roots. An enormous head poked up. As the rubble and dust cleared, we could see a great green body under it. It was the yellow head of an eagle with the green body of a lion.

We stood in awe as the griffin spread its wings and screeched angrily. It lifted into the air with a leap.

My friends and I took off into the forest in the direction of the red roofed house. A large group of hikers had been in the canyon and had seen the griffin emerge. They too were running to that house. I stumbled through the forest to the dull roar of the griffin’s wings. A log caught my foot and I fell. In every direction around me people scurried through the woods. Without warning the constant roar stopped. In a heart beat the canopy above one of the stragglers erupted. Trees around him splintered and the ground shook with an awful force. In a flash the griffin was back in the air. One less hiker ran on to the safety of the house.

I jumped to my feet and ran with a renewed fear.

Many of the runners were dashing through a clearing as quickly as they could manage. Right when I made it to the middle the griffin plunged into the ground just to my left. The force of the impact knocked me off my feet. I looked over and saw the griffin pounce on a few more unlucky hikers, a body or two hung out of its snapping beak. Five people (a group of friends probably) lay mangled and dead where the griffin first landed. I jumped under some dead fallen logs, hoping to hide. The logs over me shuddered and cracked. Large talons probed all around under the logs to find me. Some one screamed, saving me. The griffin leapt away at once in pursuit. Taking a risk, I sprung out from under the logs and ran hard.

I rounded a hill and the forest ended. A giant mansion (Like a giant hotel) lay in front of me. I rushed inside; the people who had already made it were running around crying and hugging everyone else. The roar of the griffin could be heard outside.



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I found my friends in a large theater room. It was at least four stories high, and three hundred feet in length. A crash sounded from one of the higher rooms. Someone had foolishly walked in front of a window. The griffin had rammed through the wall to get at them. It must have started an electrical fire for soon, flames appeared on the ceiling. The outer wall collapsed in on itself suddenly. By the time the dust cleared, the griffin had already killed six people. I grabbed my friends and pointed to a staircase we had not previously noticed that went to the basement. We rushed down and into darkness— safety.

The basement was huge but had no lights. In the dim light from cracks in the ceiling we could see the walls had only been framed. The middle had shelves through it like those in a grocery store. Other areas had boxes stacked high, but most of the basement was empty.

I could no longer hear anything from the room above, so I walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. The griffin was running past the top of the stairs and my movement attracted its attention. There was a coat rack full of coats at the bottom of the stairs, and I jumped into them right as the griffin rushed back to the top of the stairs. It squeezed down the stairs but couldn’t fit through the door. Never once did it even acknowledge me hiding in the coats. It could not smell well.

I ran to one of the corners in the basement, far from the door we had come down, and stopped below a crack. I climbed on some boxes and pushed one of the floorboards up. It broke. Some people cowering in the room above saw me and came down into the basement with my help. Others to follow. After the last person, I jumped from the box and ran. I felt the now familiar thud. I turned to see the griffin pounce through three wall frames and snap someone in half. My crack in the ceiling was now a gaping hole.

I ran, and ran, and ran; the griffin was careening out of control behind me. Its huge outline could be seen attacking boxes and anything else that attracted its attention. I ducked behind an object, stopped to catch my breath, and tied my shoes. Someone hunched over next to me in the darkness. It was one of my friends. We patted each other on the back, afraid to talk, but we did let out a little laugh. A piercing screech came from behind us and a talon scraped around the object we were against, catching my friend in the chest. I panicked and ran. The griffin jumped through the ceiling. The clatter of broken boards falling to the ground echoed behind me.

In the sudden light from the griffin’s hole I found a semi with a giant parade float on the flatbed. Someone was already starting the rig so I jumped onto the float trailer as he took off. The truck flew through a garage door and we were bathed in sunlight.

Two others were on the float, which was a giant bed with posts at each corner with a thin canopy. It had many decorative pillows strewn about it and small flags were attached to the top of each post.



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We were on a two-lane road in the middle of nowhere doing about eighty. Behind us rose the mountain and mansion. In front and all around were small rolling hills. No fences, no trees— just luscious green grass, the sun, and no sign of pursuit.

I was standing on the head board when the roaring sound or wings caught my attention. I looked behind me as a gigantic green dragon flew over the semi. Its yellow head pointed down, looking at us as it cruised over the float. I quickly hid under the pillows and urged the others to do the same, but they said that there was no reason. The dragon had passed us by. I snuggled deeper into my pillow nest with a growing sense of anticipation. The dragon suddenly flipped back at the rig. It smashed head-on into the bed, crushing it and killing the two boys on the float. The dragon roared back into flight, blood dripping from its mouth. It circled the semi. I lay under the pillows in pain from the impact.

For hours the dragon circled, occasionally diving against the truck, almost knocking it from the road. I stayed hidden under the pillows waiting to die. The dragon became more aggressive. I mustered my strength and dove off the float and into a ditch. The dragon kept its attack on the truck.

Later: my family was in our family room watching TV. I was on the couch, tired and sore. The News was reporting on an accident where a semi had somehow been tipped over in a river with the roof ripped off. The entire steering column and driver’s seat were missing. The driver had still not been found. A shadow passed in front of the side windows. I looked nervously at my sisters. Suddenly Lulu, our green and yellow parakeet, flew in through the spa room and landed in his cage.

Mom yelled, “Quick, he’s in! Shut the cage door. Make sure you never let him out again.” Looking at Janean and Kristin she added, “and you had better obey this time!”