A life time of dreams. Dreams of a life time. Shadows of my selves. Images of night. Precious gifts of father Morpheus. Nothing here is real. Every illusion is truth.
ctiy of mind
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Only backward
I dreamed I was a member of a large family that was a secret organization that fought against evil. We posessed six time travel devices that looked like oil lamps, (think Aladdin). Five of them had been captured by our nemesis, a man who was the embodiment of evil. The last of the devices was broken. It fell upon me to repair the device and go back in history to get the others back and free the other members of my family who had been captured by the evil one. I was sitting on the floor in my living room with pieces of the broken time machine and kids toys. An older member of my family was telling me I could put it back together with super glue. Some how I got it working and went back in time and freed on of the senior men of the family. I was explaining that by freeing a more experienced operative, who could go back and finish the job, I had in a way succeed.
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