20 December 2011

Dream of time travel

Last night's dream is getting a little fuzzy but here's the crazy I remember from it.

I had traveled to the past for some reason that is now unclear. I had a guide, a man, who traveld back with me. I don't remember any detials about him except that before we began our "mission", he wanted to stop at a diner. Somehow he had traveled with a set of car keys, and was able to get to the car of the past with these keys so we could drive around.

We drove to the diner, and it turns out my guide's brother, dead in our natural time, had worked there. Since my guide was just a boy when this diner existed, his older brother would not recognize him as a patron. My guide just wanted to look upon his brother again, and ordered a cup of coffee for the both of us when he waited on our table. It was the end of his brother's shift, and my guide waited until his brother had left the diner to leave himself.

As we walked out of the diner into the parking lot, we saw the brother get into the car we'd driven there. The dream logic falls apart a little here but the brother had the "wrong" car. The keys my guide had brought were the keys to his dead brother's old car. But, in dream-logic, the borther had driven HIS version of the car to the diner and parked it on the other side of the lot. THe brother didn't realize he'd gotten into the car we were driving, which had our things in the back. If the brother found these things, it could mess up the timeline, so my guide now had to fix this issue of swapping cars back, and needed to leave me to my mission alone.

Since a new guide couldn't be assigned to me, I found I had a device not unlike a cellphone that could communicate through time, and on the other end of the line was "Grandma" someone. I can't remember her name. I don't think she was actually my grandma, but she may have been. (She was not unlike Mrs Fredricks from Warehouse 13). She spoke with meon this device and told me that I needed to contact my self as a child and go to my old house.

My old house was what I remember my actual Grandmother's home to be. (In fact, in this dream I recalled a few details about the real house that I had forgotten, which was interesting.) At one point I needed to interact with my mother, but I either posed as a babysitter, or realized that I was some how invisible as an adult and could pass as myself as a child in front of my mother, so long as my actual child self wasn't around. Also, it should be noted, that my "mother" was a large black woman with short curly dark hair, wearing a long dress. The exact opposite of everything my mother is in real life.

So I was able to talk to my past-self and tell myself what I was there to do. Because I'm me, I took it well and believed it and help myself find the thing the "Grandma" guide was telling me to find. I don't know if I achieved my actual purpose for being in the Past, but according to my Guide, I was to travel to a certain place in Europe where there was a portal through which I could return to my correct time. In order to travel, I needed a passport. So, I was instructed to ask my child self to help me find a certain little drawing/art kit. The kit was called "The Count Dracula Magic Travel Art Kit" and it had a cartoon Dracula theme, all tucked into a neat little folio with crayons, pencils and water colors.

My child self told me that I had never used this kit, because I had a better drawing set that I preferred because the crayons weren't so waxy, and the pencils stayed shaper longer. I gave the kit to myself once we'd rummaged through a bunch of art supplies. In the pile of papers, I happened to find a check written out to my Father from a scrap metal company where he'd scrapped some steel or something. I think I showed my Past Mother and she said it was never cashed because it for less than one cent (.689 cents I think it said). But, for some reason I thought it might be more than that and decided to hang on to it and bring it with me to the future so my father could cash it and get some money. How nice of me.

Back on the communicator device with my guide, she tod me to open the kit and make a passport with it. I thought she was joking, yeah right who's going to accept a passport made with crayons? She told me to just do it and so I took a piece of paper and drew a complete passport per her instructions. When I was finished, the drawing was an actual passport. The "Magic Travel Kit" was actually ACTUALLY magic. I had the thought of great disappointment that as a child, who had believed firmly in magic and hoped and hoped and hoped for so long to find evidence of magic, had it right under my nose and didn't even know it. How I wished I had used that kit as a child!

But, I also began to realize that if I HAD used it, I wouldn't be able to use it now to make a passport to get me home to my time. I don't remember what happened after that, if I got back to my time or not, because right as I was speaking on the communication device to the "grandma" guide, holding a crisp new passport in my hands, my cell phone rang and woke me up.