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Had the FREAKIEST Nightmare last night (story).

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So, this was my dream last night.

It started out innocent enough.

I had some kind of time control device, that I could use at will to go back in time. I apparently avoid using it too often. Well in the dream, I’m standing by this airport bar, talking to some lady dressed as a flight attendant (you’ll see why I mention her in a minute). As I’m walking towards my destination, my time device gets stolen from me by this bad guy, who looks like that short burglar from the first Home Alone movie. Don’t know how he got in the dream, but that happens. He takes the device and runs.

So I chase him around the dream to get the device back, yet he keeps using the time device to reset time, to where he can take advantage of a situation. Say you’re being chased down a dead end, so you reset to before you made the wrong turn. That sort of thing. He keeps doing this.

Well I’m going all over this city trying to find him, and I’m beginning to notice “glitches”. Apparently, if you use the time device too much, it begins to cause glitches as time itself is warped every time it is manipulated. Eventually, the glitches seem to pan out. Somewhat. I’m noticing that this guy is using the time control device more and more, and creating more glitches the more often he uses it. You’ll see someone walk around the corner, and then walk around the corner again. Time loops, basically, in an attempt to fix itself. Creepy, but it smooths itself out as time “corrects” the glitch.

Eventually I get to this guy who stole my time device. I manage to wrestle it away from him, but somehow, he figured out how to make his own (a homemade time control device, imagine that). I got the device back, but he runs away, so I decide to use the time control device.


I use the device to travel back to before I even encountered him in the airport, so I can avoid the debacle all together. Good idea, right? So I’m back at the airport bar, and I’m finally in control again, and here comes that lady around the corner of the bar, dressed as a flight attendant. “Hey you!” she says, and begins to tell me some story about how I was acting strange earlier. A guy sitting at the bar turns to face me as I’m talking to her. I’m talking to her, and I grab something to drink from the nearby bar, and as I turn back to her, she’s gone. Strange.

All of a sudden, she comes walking around the corner again. “Hey you!” she says. The guy at the bar turns to face me again. I turn to talk to her again, and suddenly she’s gone. Then, she’s walking around the corner again. “Hey you!” Then, she’s walking around the corner again. “Hey you!” And again and again. The guy at the bar keeps turning towards me, then “glitching” as he immediately faces the other direction once again, before turning towards me. She keeps coming around the corner. “Hey you!” I’m beginning to freak out, because all of two seconds are looping constantly. “Hey you!” It won’t end.

Two seconds, in an infinite loop. Even sound is beginning to distort. The sound of chatter becomes looped, and it begins to merge into all of two seconds, and starts becoming a loud, yet muffled mess of distortion, but I can keep seeing her and hearing her say “Hey you!”. It dawns on me: I broke time, and this is all that will ever be: two seconds infinitely repeating, for ever, for everyone.

While this is going on, I get a glimpse through time, if that makes any sense. I catch a glimpse of the woman standing there, keeling over, holding her head and freaking SCREAMING so loud, as if in torment as she too experiences the mystery of the infinite two second time loop. Then that glimpse through time fades and it’s back to “Hey you!” “Hey you!”

Yo I straight up freaked out. That dream became nightmarish real quick. I end up waking myself out of the dream in fear. I figured it was a dream at some point, but even then it was hard to wake myself out of it.





So that was my nightmare last night. I rarely have them. I thought maybe someone would enjoy reading that. The kind of nightmares my mind comes up with are just crazy. I mean, there's a few things worse than death, and that would be one of them. Maybe there’s some meaning to this, maybe not. Oh well.

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