Dream Journal
I was working in a print shop in the middle of publishing a new book. All of the large press machines were moving and printing a lot of paper.
The book’s author came in to check on the publishing process, and was not happy. He threw a big fit and was yelling that he wasn’t getting his way. He yelled at everyone within shouting range. He started knocking the printing presses over and scaring all of the workers.
I was glad that I was on the other side of the warehouse from him and his tantrum; I snuck out the side door so that he wouldn’t see me and start yelling at me. I was supposed to be in control of his book, but had apparently screwed up.
I was then with some scientists. They sat me down in an oval, white metal seat. It hovered in the air and had a control panel that folded up similar to that of a jet ski, but I had trouble pulling it up correctly.
All of the scientists had a hovering white seat of their own and we all took off as a group. We were in the downtown area of a large city, flying between tall buildings. I recognized the city but it was much older and dirtier than I had thought it was. I realized that we had traveled ten years into the future, which is why everything looked older.
We parked our machines in a park. The scientists turned to me for guidance. They had brought me here because I had special knowledge that would save the day, but I didn’t know what to do next. I didn’t know what they wanted from me.