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Originally Posted by max's mama
Spill it. I need some adventurous dreams stories. I'm tired of all those "wet dreams" I've been having.
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My dreams are often a curious blend sci-fi thinking and action/adventure, some better than others.
Dunno what spurred it but in this dream there was an alternate universe parallel to our own and very similar, with a few technological differences. Traverse between these universes had been declared illegal by the government on the other side, with trespassers killed on sight.
In order to "go to" that alternate universe one didn't actually travel, one traded bodies with someone on the other side. The switch had to be willful and the "killed on sight" aspect removed BOTH perpetrators. There were monitors set up, alarms which went off and alerted authorities to any transfer so they could try to hunt the perpetrator down.
In the dream I was a Frenchman in a wheelchair (do NOT know why, but I'm not always myself in dreams and switch from 1st to 3rd person views readily) and was going to trade bodies so that I could feel for a little while what it was to walk again (dreams seldom make much sense, they're just situations and we're IN them without rhyme or reason).
I had to do this (for some reason) in two separate jumps, so on the first jump I made successful transfer and had to RUN immediately to escape being killed.
I was running through a cityscape not unlike Odessa (I remember those damned long stairs near the sea) but more futuristic, and there were "Hunters" on my trail.
Finally I made it back to the jump-point for my scheduled return but when I jumped back to my own body I somehow took the ability to walk WITH me. Knowing this was some kind of potential breakthrough for people with handicaps and quite possibly debilitating or fatal diseases, the group in charge of my jump was eager for the second jump to take place. The second jump was underway when I woke up and rolled over.
After I got back to the dream I was back to running and was trying to convince one of the Hunters to help me rather than killing me because of what had happened with walking. It was one of those battlefield conversations which take place while dodging behind various bullet-stops such as building columns and walls while shouting at one another. I had just decided that my only escape was to kill this Hunter and try to find some authority figure when I woke up again.
A lot more exciting in the dreaming than in the telling, I know -- but this sort of thing is typical of my dreams, almost always filled with activity of some kind.