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…

Blue Boys

Dream Info: Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Realism Intensity: 4 (out of 10)
Content: PG

I sat watching the sunrise over the towering desert mountains. My tent flaps slapped in the brisk wind. It was a beautiful morning.

As the others crawled out of their tents I reflected on our trip. This was the fifth day we had been on the planet. We had been dropped off near a large city to the east. There were tall, empty skyscrapers battered by years of neglect. One had a jagged hole in its middle looking as though something long ago had struck it.

Our scans had shown no sentient life. Whoever had built these cities had vanished long ago. The cities had sat silent for centuries.

Our small group of five had spent several days exploring the city. We took pictures, samples, and the frequent holographic video. We had then moved west into the dry wilderness gathering general flora and fauna until we circled back to the city for pick up.

I yawned and got up. We broke camp and hiked into a mountain valley. There were ruined wood buildings throughout the basin; these buildings were relatively new and mostly still standing. I led the group up the side of the basin to a series of extensive tunnels and rooms carved into the solid rock. There was no electricity; but bulbs were still intact in the sockets.

Exiting the tunnels I came face to face with a small child. I gasped. It wasn’t a child at all. It was small, like a five year old. Its head was a little too large, like a new infant’s, but its body was well developed; strong muscles, and definitely female. It jumped incredibly fast from me. Upon its face was the most curious look; not of fear, but of embarrassment.

With a bit of work, I convinced the girl we were friendly. By the afternoon she was walking among us. She was quite playful, very much like a small child. Yet a sense of cautious understanding, wisdom perhaps, never left her demeanor.

By nightfall she left. The next two days, as we headed back to the city, we never saw her.

On the eve or our departure we made camp at our pick up spot, on a hill near the heart of the city. As the sun set, our inquisitive friend appeared again. We cooked dinner and shared it with her. She loved it. A sudden bolt of realization hit me as she jabbered away. I had recognized a few words. No, that wasn’t possible. But, wait, yes, I recognized another. I looked up and told the group that she was speaking a mutated version of Latin. That made no sense. We were on a new planet, discovered a few years ago, and yet somehow the native dialect was Latin, a language dead hundreds of years on earth.

- 2 -

Excitedly I hugged the girl, and started speaking slowly in Italian. I was stunned at how quickly a sudden look of realization crossed her face. She too recognized a few of my words. We would be able to communicate given enough time. She excitedly hugged me back.

Several people grabbed note books. Two of us sat with the girl and spoke; he in Spanish, me in Italian. The rest took notes. We were filled with energy.

Shortly into our session, a low hum came to my attention. I looked up at the skyscrapers. There were lights on in the tallest tower. My jaw dropped. More lights moved around the jagged hole: dull red triangles moving towards the center. The sequence repeated over and over.

Our girlfriend jumped up and started jabbering anxiously. I distractedly listened as we rushed about setting up cameras, filming and taking pictures.

One word of Latin penetrated my excitement. My mind grasped it, thrust it into my consciousness. She had said: Danger. I turned but our girlfriend was already gone.

“Whoa, hold up guys. Where did she go?”

No one knew.

Someone pointed excitedly. I looked. There was a dark shape moving into the hole to dock. I could only see its outline. It was an air or space craft of some sort. A sinking sensation gripped my stomach.

“I think we need to hide,” I said.

“What, why?” came the response.

I turned to face my friends and explain as several small natives jump into the middle of our group. They shouted what was obviously a warning and aimed at us what could only be weapons. They were covered head to foot in a suit glowing dull blue. I could make out no facial features.

We all stood stunned for a second, then one of my group dove for his tent. A blue boy sprung nimbly to him and shocked him with the weapon. He convulsed and collapsed on the ground. They were all shouting at us and gesturing. I numbly knelt down and put my hands on my head.

- 3 -

They too were speaking Latin.

High in that tall skyscraper were a series of cells. We walked down a black metal hallway. One by one they separated us into the holding cells; their doors whooshed shut. They were clear, like glass. I was the last. Given a shove, I tripped into the cell. My door shut.

I looked around. There were large windows looking out over the city. I was thankful to at least have a view. There was a large TV blaring noise; a large recliner, a little refrigerator, and two beds.

I stood up and was greeted by a friendly wave from a native in the recliner watching TV. I cautiously backed over to my bed.


Over the next day we got a rough form of communication going. My cellmate had been imprisoned for several months. Oh, and there were these odd red sensors on the ground that I learned the hard way not to cross. He had his half of the room I had mine. I crossed over to talk to him one morning and was met by the prompt appearance of two blue boys who shouted and then shocked me. I awoke hours later in incredible pain.