I dreamed of going through a brightly lit tunnel with lots of colors. When I came out on the other side, I was a child again, of about 7, and I wasn't the only one. There were several different children around my age, one of which was my crush from kindergarten, Dennis. But the weird thing was that we all knew we weren't children. We knew we were adults. I even took out my ID at one point to find out my age. I think in the dream, it was 19, but I'm really 23. I remember asking Dennis how old he was, and he told me he was 7 as well. We were at a school, and our teacher was treating us like children. There was an outdoor bowling alley, and she took us there for a little bit of play time. At some point, we started to realize was going on, and the janitor, who turned out to be the same janitor from my job, just with gray hair, told us that we were time travellers, sent back to out childhoods on a mission. I don't remember what the mission was or what it was called, but I do remember that we were on a mission.
No comments:
Post a Comment