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…

Flight of the Argonauts: Part 1 of 3

Dream Info: November 18, 1998
Realism Intensity: 3
Content: PG-13

We stood to the side of the door as we rang the bell and cocked our guns. We raised and readied them. My partner, a blond with a serious face and an incredible figure, and I had been sent with one objective. She nodded to me. I jumped to the door, kicked it down, and dove in rolling on my back and shooting. The man at the table was killed instantly; my partner was at my side and had taken out the other man coming from the bathroom. No attempts at negotiating. No chance for our targets to escape. Our objective had been achieved easily; this time.

A few hours later we found ourselves being drawn into a small café at the mall. We were both exhausted from the day’s mission. It was my partner’s treat this time, and as she paid for the coffee I grabbed a small table.

We sat sipping our coffee and discussing the latest news. She was commenting on how ugly the new bell bottom pants, the current fashion, were when I spilled coffee in my lap; she laughed. I jumped up in pain—

There were loud shouts and a few shots from the lower mall floor out in the hall. We looked at each other and darted out the café door. I looked over the railing as two men sprinted by below. My gun was in my hand in a flash and I squeezed the trigger gently. Nothing happened. My partner pulled out her gun and took out both of them cleanly, just as they were entering the parking garage. I jerked the trigger several times extremely hard and my pistol finally shot.

“It wasn’t my fault! I fired! Nothing happened! My gun has a malfunction.” She glared at me disbelievingly as I sputter this out. We both knew we had state-of-the-art weapons, the best the government could make, and they did not just ‘malfunction.’

The next day at the mall again.

Three men in pinstriped suits calmly stepped into a large see-through elevator and rode to the next floor as I dashed around the corner. I frantically hit at the doors as they exited on the floor above. The elevator zoomed down, and the giant light-blue doors finally allowed me access. I pushed the button and the elevator shot upward and as it came to the next floor and stopped I jumped to get that flying feeling (As I always do in an elevator), only then did I realize that this was one of the new low-grav lifts. I jumped and didn’t come down. I kicked wildly as the door opened revealing the three men breaking into a shop at the side of the to the side of the elevator. My foot finally found the wall of the elevator and I propelled myself out the door, only I was ten feet up in the air. I crashed to the ground, rolled, flipped, rolled again— dodging their fire. All the while I was aiming at them and pulling my trigger. It would click but nothing would come out.

I had crossed the hall, rolling and jumping, and was now opposite the mobsters. As I jumped backwards my gun started working and I shot the three mobsters as I crashed through a large glass window. I had not been shot once. As I got to my feet and climbed back out the window, I noticed my partner with her arms folded leaning against the opposite wall glaring at me.

She suddenly grabbed and shook me. The elevator had just passed carrying more gangsters.

“The other group,” She yelled.

I rushed down the stairs to try to head them off. She ran to the other elevator and sat impatiently waiting for it to come down.

I ran to the bottom floor just as the elevator reached it. I quickly jumped onto the railing at the bottom of the stairs right next to the elevator so the gangsters would not see me as quickly.

The door opened and the men exited, stopped, and all stared at me on the railing frantically pulling the trigger on my gun. Their bald leader walked up to me; I kept my gun pointed at his head as I continued to pull the trigger, but nothing happened.

“Well well, Mr. Parker. It is so nice to see you again.” The lead gangster laughed, signaling his henchmen to kill me. They raised their guns, aimed, and dropped dead. The leader turned as my trusty partner shot him; he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Once again she gave me a glare that could freeze boiling water. I attempted to explain, but the words wouldn’t come. I stood there opening and closing my mouth with a stupid frown on my face.

Suddenly the elevator started upward. Four more gangsters could be seen through the glass on the upper floor. We darted down the stairs to the lower floors; the stairs jackknifed every ten steps.

We passed through the lower floor, which happened to be a library, and my partner continued her descent, however I stopped on the library level and looked up the stairs to see where the gangsters were. The goons were catching up quickly. I knew I had to descend faster so I hopped over the railing to fall to the jackknife below. But as I landed with a thud, I realized that somehow I was still on the library floor. I’d jumped over the railing, fallen, and landed right where I had just jumped from. What?

I darted away from the stairs to hide behind one of the chest high bookcases that were scattered across the giant room, as I did so I noticed another staircase on the opposite side of the library.

I heard a shout and turned to see my partner at the stairs yelling, “Trevor! Come on!”

“Get outta here. They’re on top of us!” I shouted, but instead of going down the stairs, she started towards me. “No,” I continued. “Get down the stairs! Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. You just get back to HQ… NOW!”

With that, she darted down the stairs with one last worried glance at me. The gangsters reached the floor and split into two groups, two after me, two continuing down the stairs after her.

I dove behind a bookcase further to the back of the room. All the bystanders continued looking at their books as if nothing was going on. I scanned for the two men hunting me, but couldn’t find them. I was in a bad situation.

I ran, crouched, to another bookcase somewhat closer to the stairs. I peeked around the side of the case, nothing. Instinct told me that the men were behind me, so with a smile on my face, I stood up and turned. Sure enough, a gangster was three feet away with his gun pointed at my head. His friend was a bookcase away smiling at me.

I struck the gun out of the first goons’ hand with lightening speed. It clattered to the ground a few feet away, but he didn’t even attempt to go after it. He lowered his hand and just stood there, a smile cracked his lips.

It suddenly came to mind that I had not been watching the back staircase at the opposite side of the library. Instinct told me again what to expect as I turned. Once again, I found myself staring guns aiming at my face. Four gangsters had entered. A person pushed by one of them and walked up to me.

Smiling, she said, “Hello Mr. Parker. You’ve been a thorn in my side for far to long. You’ve killed some of my best men, and I’m just glad that I’ll be the one who gets the honor of killing you. Lord knows how many of my mob bosses would pay for this honor.”

Susan Packer turned and coughed before finishing. “Yes, and don’t worry, your little friend will not escape either. What was her name?”

Just as Susan said that last line, a violent but quick barrage of gun shots echoed into the room from the floors below. Then there was silence.

“Oh well, I guess her name’s not important now,” Susan laughed.

I screamed and collapsed to the floor. Everything went black. The goons moved closer to get a better look at my anguish.