My love for time traveling. (an unedited dream transcript)
I met a time traveller. We began as waiters in this almost cosmic restaurant where we never clocked out. He took me everywhere- had to hang on to him. We had to friends, a girl and a guy. We were trying to figure this out together. The time travel wasn't controlled and we didn't know why it happened- there seemed to be an operating force- all knowing. Computers in the bathroom- Cindy Hallman's voice monitoring my email. ME and the time traveler walking in tiergarten park, two black boys in a really fast, altered truck/sports car mix slow down beside us and look, I graba peice of scrap metal out of the ground and hold it visibly. They speed away, my man says, "Can they be any more obvious?" We hear a noise and run behind a big tree. Eventually we realize it's a gay place. We cuddle, and he looks up and says, "You gotta be kidding- why is no one up here?" and climbs to a giant limb overlooking the roadway in the park. I'd been to this park before- it's hunting grounds. I go back to the restaurant. It's changed, and my friends are in the bathroom, which is all silver now and really expansive. I'm frantically looking for my guy (smaller in stature, scruffy facial hair- dark blonde, short hair), and my friends help, we all hold hands so as not to be pulled away from each other to another time- sent away even. Cindy now speaks over an intercom. We find my man, and I give him head- our friends are okay with it and hold my hand. It's like I'm showing him affection after missing him. Cindy comes to us and takes us outside where it's some sort of class with computer screens above everyone on a dome shaped giant screen. She says it's time everyone have it, and hands us a small, glowing purple, flat rectangle- we throw it into the screen as we make a run for it, thinking it would stop it all and snap these people, these students (who seem to be studying us) out of it. Instead it changes the atmosphere completely, gravity changes, and it's like we all in that state before time transport- the come screen cliclicclicliclicliks into a million of the flat rectangles, and they form changing patterns with glowing white and purple, purple being the foregound, white the negative space. We run into the night.