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.
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