An open record of things people cannot explain

Place withheld · 2011-02-25 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

An account

Wow this was a big dream, at first I was in the shopping mail for some reason then I went up some steps. I think I went come to discover that my parents invented a time machine. Then somehow it broke the first time we used it. The year was 1968 in my dreams. I was back at my house but other people where living in it and I had to look around, then I have noticed then and there I was a kid again. I was not born around that time so I do not know why it was that way. I was walking down my street and noticed a bunch of kids playing across the street in there front yard. I quickly ran over to check them out hiding behind a <PERSON>. A cute little blond hair girl came out and looked at me and I talked to her. Naturally I did not tell her that I was a time traveler. Me: Hello, I just noticed you guys playing and was wondering if you would like to hang out. She just gave me a smile and I followed her inside the house where I met her family. I was unsure where her mother was then she took me out to the mall. We where going to get something to eat when I noticed my Dad in his earlier years was going to go into a recruiting center to get into the military. Some girl that followed me and this one girl I was hanging out with, she is going for Dad. Unknown girl grabs my fathers hand and suggested that they go somewhere else. My dad dropped everything and followed her led. I knew instantly this was bad and would unbalance everything I knew about the present time. I followed them and the other that was with me was gone, and I watched as they got ice cream together where talking. I felt like somehow I messed up inside and now my present time is going to pay the consequences for my actions. I went into 3rd person mode when I went into a moment of sadness, what I saw was not me crying but a girl that was suppose to be me. This is the short summarized version of the dream.

 

Has this happened to you?

Write it down while you still remember the details. We will look for the others.

Tell us what you saw

Know someone this happened to?

If this reminds you of something a friend or a relative told you once and never mentioned again, send them this page. Reading that a stranger described the same thing is usually the part that helps.

By emailBy text

Nothing is tracked back to you and nothing is sent on your behalf. The link is just the page you are reading.

This dream journal entry comes from the DreamViews research corpus (CC BY-NC 4.0), anonymised by its authors before release. We reproduce it with attribution and remove anything on request.