One step into the past

If it is at all possible to claim that a dream exists in any time or space, then this one occurred last week.


I was swimming in what was the Arctic, in what was supposed to be the ocean. It was more globular shaped however, and I was not actually human. I was a polar bear who had a little fish friend that would not leave my side. We were swimming down to the base of this giant ocean to activate a weather machine that would convert the Northern Hemisphere to an Arctic Tundra.


At the machine, there was a wrench jammed in that needed to be freed. We forced it free and immediately out of the center of the ocean came a large metal cylinder with all sorts of jagged metal parts. It began spinning and started a large hurricane shaped cloud around it.


I was lifted into this chaos and felt so euphoric, even though I was being thrown hundreds of miles. (It felt so real, like I was actually being thrown through the sky) At this point I could see myself, Ian, in front flying as well.


We (Ian and the bear) were thrown so far we landed on a desolate beach somewhere in the Pacific. Ian collided and rolled as he hit the ground, and I braced for impact and landed perfectly.


So in the end the world must have been covered in Ice from the middle up and Hawaii was still paradise.

Most Recent Dream

Kind of a pointless and almost cookie cutter dream, but thought it was worth mentioning because I don't think I have had a dream like this since middle school.


I was with a friend at his sleepover when my teeth started falling out. Starting with my front two then moving toward the back ones. Little nubs were left where the teeth once were. Everyone was telling me that my teeth needed work. (I brush regularly and have healthy teeth... must be paranoia).


Shortly after, with all my teeth back, I head off to a class in high school, knowing well enough that I am no longer in high school. I sit with a bunch of students who then proceed to show simulated videos of me dying. One video was me standing in a courtyard alone. I was picked up by sparrows and flown over a staircase where they dropped me and crushed my skull like a cantaloupe. The dream was in color, but the video was in black and white.


They all proceed to point and laugh as I am shocked to see myself dead on screen. I leave, but not before making the other students feel so awful they wouldn't want to live.


I go home to find Miles (one of my dogs) trapped in my bedroom and licking all my clothes to a point of being sopping wet.