I Dream of Inception

Weird dream last night,

(In my dream) (it starts out with me in a dream) (so… I was dreaming about me in a dream)– In that dream I was talking to my twin brother and he came out to me and he had a 33 year old, pretty handsome, boyfriend and in that dream I was a little jealous. But in that dream I was remembering things wrong, I’m not sure if it was him. In fact I was remembering things from 50 years earlier because I’d been frozen in a time capsule.

It jumps to when I wake up inside my dream (present time – 50 years from now) with an 18 wheeler crashing into another vehicle, the contents were a bunch of boxes and two time capsules. I don’t know who was in the other one but I was on the side of the road and the defrost mode was initiated some how. I woke up naked but quickly found my clothes and old ass Iphone 5 in a compartment under the time capsule. I didn’t realize it was the future until I looked at the time capsule and it showed the year. Suddenly, only fragments of memories started to come back to me even though I knew who I was the whole time, feeling a fury for revenge yet I could not understand why I’d feel that way. Had I been trapped, frozen in rage for 50 years?

I sneaked off into the forest, I stayed in the forest for a few days, built a fort and tried to regroup, there were hardly any animals but I was able to live off of insects primarily. I needed clothes, real food, and to figure all of this shit out. I stumbled upon a general store, my first real contact with people. As I’m walking up to the store another memory came back to me (Ashley Judd) – who plays my mom in this dream was a picture in my head and all she said was “I believe you.” Those words kept playing over and over again in my head and must have given me the strength to face whoever, and whatever world existed inside that store. Surprisingly enough, the world hadn’t changed much in rural upstate Washington besides how fucking cold it was. Why was I in Washington? Is it because that’s where Twilight was filmed, or was I in Oregon? A young, twenty something year old girl was very helpful and thought I was strange enough to ask me questions, “where are you from,” “do you need help” – two things I was sure she didn’t want to know. I was reluctant but I told her exactly where I had come from, “Texas,” I said. I took a chance in the new world that every person in the north didn’t hate people in TX. I’m not sure if that was the case but she still decided to help me. I told her I didn’t have any money and I was in a bit of trouble. Convincing her was difficult considering how beat up I appeared from the few days I spent in the forest.

She talked with her dad who owned the store and luckily they owned some kind of motel to rent out rooms as well. I stayed in one of the rooms for a night and desperately sought to find my mother who would surely believe me the next day. The girl met me in the morning with an old beat up Iphone charger but it was so destroyed it couldn’t possibly work properly. We went to a near by, locally owned, convenience store to find any kind of cord that would work and to see if the credit cards in my wallet would work. Even after 50 years in savings, my $200 in savings didn’t go far. I had put all of my money in my house which I’m sure was completely history. I sobbed as I heard my mother’s voice on the other end of the phone, I asked her what had happened to my brothers and she couldn’t believe it was me. She kept saying, “You’re dead” “You’re dead.” She reminded me that Nick was murdered and Josh was still married to Britney, his wife. Two memories rushed back. Nick was trying to protect me from something. In the memory we were outside a café near a busy street, I can’t remember where, but I’m having dinner with my ex and his new 33 year old boyfriend. I was supposed to have dinner with my ex to see if we could work things out but he was only using that meeting as an opportunity to throw it in my face that he’d be leaving me. Nick runs up to warn me about something and is soon shot in the back by someone; my mind doesn’t allow me to see who. He’s pulled into a car and they drive away. At this point I couldn’t possibly know who was behind my incarceration inside the time capsule, who could have put me there? I get off the phone with my mom, who has agreed to send me a few thousand dollars. The future is a lot like Gotham in the newer Batman movies, not like sci-fi. The dream ends as I walk up to, my house, the house I spent my perfect life in before my ex and I broke it off. I found back and forth emails between him and his lover and broke it off but didn’t know that they were actually together. Is it possible I found out some other information and he decided to freeze me to keep it quite? I knock on the door and an old man, 77 years old, answers the door with a woman in the background. His face turns white and is stunned to see me. The woman in the back yells, “Who is it” to which he replies, “my brother.” The dream ends there and I wake up late for work!