Written my dream it would seem…

June 17, 2005

I had a cracking dream the other day – one of those lucid, vivid experiences were you wake and feel like you’ve been somewhere else the last few hours – the alternate waking reality of your sleeping self - and memories and emotions are still fresh as though you’ve just experienced them in the real world.

These feelings and memories quickly begin to fade within moments of awaking – your vessel of dreams shipwrecked on the shore, as shattered pieces of the wreckage slowly begin to sink – but if you grab a pen quick enough you can salvage something to tell you were you’ve been these last few hours.

From what I scribbled at 2 or 3am I could decipher the following:

I was on a spaceship orbiting earth that looked a bit like that hotel in Dubai that is shaped like a giant yacht sail – there was an almighty smash and another huge space station had crashed into it. I was running round circular corridors that had various different red numbered doorways dotted around the side – there were explosions and sparks everywhere but real no smoke and fire or other people for that matter and everything was white.

I was still quite calm and talking via some sort of intercom thingy (I guess) to my real life boss in Holland, Mr.Flip (he is a sort of tea obi wan kenobi) while I was looking for a way out – he was talking about something else and I was trying to be pleasant enough but get off the exploding space station at the same time – and then he noticed that everything was kicking off big time around me (I don’t know where he was – maybe on earth watching the whole thing on tv) and matter or factly said something along the lines of “well I think you better go now simon – probably time to get out of there – good luck – I know you can do it” which is a phrase he always uses when trying to get me to buy tea from people at prices they won’t possibly consider selling at.

Then I must of darted into one of the doors, as things really began to come apart and I remember being faced with a sort of revolving circular door like you have in hotels – but it looked like the inside of a film reel – it had something to do with running the power of the station I think – anyways I pushed the glass to make the spiral door motion spring into action and headed for the exit on the other side – and then lots of noise and spinning – and then I’m out the doorway and just like that I’m walking out of the backdoor of my garage back home in UK – and I can sort of remember thinking “what the fuck? Isn’t this my….” and then I continued up the side path and the back garden looked like a desolate wasteland as opposed to the mini jungle on a hill it currently represents – everything was sort of grey and silent.

I went in the back door, through to the kitchen and then into the living room feeling pretty span out – my mother sitting on the couch just looked up at me and started talking away like she only saw me five minutes ago – she looks at me and sees that I’m not really sure of what’s going on – and I look at her and ask her the date and she says “January 12th” and then I ask what year, “2006” she says and then with that I’m on my knees, then flat out lying back on the carpet, head in hands and I say “but today is….” and then my mother finishes my sentence for me in a sort of matter of fact kind of fashion “oh you think it’s….” I can’t remember/didn’t write down what date she said, but suffice to say I think the general idea was I’d gone into the future by about 5 or 6 years or so and this wasn’t surprise to her as the date she finished my sentence with was the one that of the space stations explosion.

After the space station exploded this apparently seriously fucked up the space time continuum and the general physics of the world as we know it – all manner of freaky shit happened on a day to day basis all over the place – for example my gran was sitting on the little couch by the front window but she wasn’t really there – it was an imprint of her image burned in time – your hand passed right through her – all the plant life dying out, people popping up out of nowhere, things seeming to be there yet not physically existing – all of it because of this almighty explosion in outer space all these years back.

So I’m dealing with this when none other than me walks into the room – and me is pretty excited to see me – while I am pretty shocked to see me – who for the purposes of this explanation will now be called future me – and from what I’ve scribbled, future me had been doing a proud old job of fucking up my relationships with people I cared about during the last six years or so since the space station blew up – and I can remember that I spoke to my friend Anna for example who had a new haircut and red ribbons in her hair – and she wasn’t best pleased with me – well wasn’t best pleased with future me in reality – but I tried to explain that future me had fucked everything up (the wee tyrant) and this didn’t get me anywhere as future me wasn’t there at the time and she thought I was future me – you see?…

So I can see from writing the above that it doesn’t make a lot of sense - it’s a dream so it wasn’t likely to - but the accidental time travel thing and a fucked world with new laws of physics along with meeting myself and then trying to right all the wrongs future me had made in the last 6 years – that has the basis of a story I could write – the forming of an idea that I could mould into the book I’ve always wanted to come up with someday.

So I told my friend Robin about it over beers and instead of frowning a lot and getting up and going to talk to someone else, he informed me that my dream sounded just like the book he was reading called the “Time Travelers Wife” by Audrey Niffenegger (great name) were in a guy gets a illness meaning he is always jumping around in time and meeting his future self and future wife (whom he doesn’t know is his wife) at various different points in existance. It’s apparently a bit of a quirky love story and doesn’t have any space stations and fucked up physics of the space time continuum but he says I’ve more or less dreamed the basis of the crux of the story. He’s going to lend it to me tmw.

So someone has more or less already written my dream it would seem

Bugger.