I dreamt I was preparing to go abroad - that my husband was sending me abroad alone. There was something else happening in the dream, but when I found out that I had 30 min. to get to the airport and through security &c before the plane was leaving - I panicked. So all I have left from the dream is running around trying to figure out what I needed, worrying about getting to the correct terminal, raw panic and misery a the thought of leaving M and a vague impression that there was more to the dream than that.
Yestermorn's dream was potentially more powerfully disturbing as a nightmare (though I mostly saw it as an adventure. I was there as an observer and wasn't really emotionally engaged in the psycho-drama of the dream). I was helping to test a time machine - unfortunately, it only moved in one direction ... toward the future. In logrithmic fashion - so the first time cycle would move, say a day in the future, the second ten days, the third a hundred days, the fourth a thousand days, and so forth. With no way to get back.
Another little "feature" of the device is that it wasn't tied to the initial geological position - that is to say, we couldn't be sure where we would pop out. At least once in the dream, we came out of the time machine in a park around autumn, with a river flowing nearby, wondering where we were. I smelled pasteries baking on the wind and recognised our surroundings. Told the doctor to hold the device there, I'd be back and I ran off to get some treats. - I really don't remember sensing scents in a dream before.
Later, we returned to the bunker from which we'd started to find that our departure had locked the facility with everyone inside, with no way out. For ten years. Scary zombie moment there with one of them grabbing my leg. We made the effort to remove all data and records from the research facility - by this time, we'd figured out the danger. The time travel had changed something and we couldn't stop, even though it was taking us further and further from everyone and everything we loved.