Time travel app on my phone / alien invasion

I was using an app on my phone to pluck people from different times. It was (gone blank).

I wanted to see an Egyptian so I use the app “timeline explorer” and I got a cat with sparse hair, bumpy skin and patterning like a serval. it had a modern registration tag on its right ankle.

When I tried to send it back, the history in the app did not show the regional travel information.

Fires fires and there is an alien invasion. Some idiot is put in charge. Flying (as in I need to dream style) is banned.

I (and somebody else) kidnap this guy and put them in A guitar case. They go berserk as they are afraid of the dark.

We ponder if it would be better to go back 10 months and kill him. Probably do no good as aliens find someone else to do “rule”.

Recurring dream with different endings

It was 3 AM. My girlfriend got up and went for a jog/walk. I was unhappy that she yes again went off to do something without saying goodbye.

I’ve packed up and left.

Take two

Same start. I got up and played computer games.

Take three it was close to 5 AM and I needed to get up for work.

I’m pretty sure it was daylight in the dream at 3 AM.

An ex gf wanted my babies (so it would seem)

An ex-girlfriend was sniffing around. I asked her if she was still engaged and she said no.

Apparently she wants babies and wanted mine. Even though I might donate sperm I’ll be at the maintenance for 18 years and I was against that on my shitty wage.

I was considering getting back together but it would be “too difficult” to leave current girlfriend.

I accessed the needs/wants list created around the time we broke up and refreshed my memory as to how she failed to meet the needs.

I think this dream took place in a supermarket.

Two short and undetailed recollections

Dream one

Something about employment firm coming to work (current place cleaned out) and then the head recruiter said she knew my father and he went to a prestigious school, as did I.

She rang him up (at home) years ago and he eloquently said he was not interested.

Dream 2

My current girlfriend had been talking to some relatives and she found out she had a son she did not know about.

I said that the not make sense. She would have remembered being pregnant and giving birth to a child.

More sparse recollections

Dream 1:
Something about an orgy.
Dream 2:
Time traveling.  The time machine was in my smart phone.  I decided to go into the future to get the next lot of winning lottery numbers.  Seemed I did not go far enough and then I was trying to keep my presence hidden from someone (maybe the time police).

Chuck Norris used as battering ram

A couple of nights ago I dreamed of coding and also that one of my cats had white streaks in its fur. Last night was better for recalling.

Dream 1:
I was at my old work where the canteen had been fitted out as a computer lab. I was trying to take an exam when a group of people set up shop to the left of me and started having a meeting. They were encroaching on my space and being disruptive.

I cracked the sad and moved to the front left of the room (now facing towards the back) and continued my exam. I then went out (for lunch?).

When I returned, I realised I’d left my phone on the desk and now it was gone.

I made some enquiries and apparently “Renee” knew what had happened to my phone.

I walked over to her and asked if she knew where my phone was. She waffled on with a big story about some kid at high school and how someone said I’d registered for the Tour de Cure and how (for weird dream logic), the phone must have been the kids. This is despite me being set as the wallpaper on the phone.

I stopped here and said I wanted to know the whereabouts of the phone. I did not want a story. She seemed affronted and continued with her story. Fucking idiot.

In the end, the kid missed out on lunch as his bus returned to the computer lab so he could get the phone. I was then furious and after returning to my desk ranted a little bit using colourful language. I then apologised for this. Shortly after, I logged onto find my phone and set the phone to make noise. I also tracked it down while thinking the kid was lying sack of shit when he accepted my phone as his.

Dream 2:
I was at some sort of bazaar or shopping centre and decided to take a short cut. The passage got narrower and busier and it appeared that the hallway was being used as a bar. When I was almost out, some guy was yapping to a female as I asked him politely if he could move. He said no as he was having a conversation. I enquires as to how long he expected that to continue. He said who knows. I then called him a rude cunt.

By now, the hallway was a school science lab and the back aisles were clear. I followed one of them and saw the guy coming after me in a mirror. I judo’ed him when he was almost on me. This started a bar fight and Chuck Norris was used as a battering ram. They missed me with him, resulting in some saying I must not be the cause of the brawl as Chuck missed me.

Next I am outside of the building which looked a little like the one from the farm party / cat dream a few weeks ago.

I got onto my invisible hovering motorcycle and it was being sluggish, so the plan was to fly instead. I was now half way up a hill and having trouble taking off. One of my pursuers was already doing sky jumps towards me and soon after that I was in the air doing some sort of backwards air paddling.

Eventually I wound up in a assumed safety, having morphed? through some industrial (think Star Wards Coruscant) buildings. The pursuer appeared in the room the same way I did and when my defender (a rotund woman) went to push him away, her hands sunk into his midriff. This seemed to be due to him being able to morph? In the same way we both got into the closed? room.

I think the dream ended there.

Dream Logic Not Real Logic!

I had some spare time at work, so I was filling out some blue forms.  My location then changed from work to the beach (or some outside place).

A sub theme was Dana Scully (X-files) being diagnosed with something (cancer was implied).

As I was filling on my forms on the beach, Fox Mulder cast a shadow over me.  Without looking up, I greeted him.  He said I’d sent for him.  I had – on Scully’s behalf.

We then hooked up with Scully and there was lots of close banter between the two. I was wishing I was that close to Sculls.

We crossed a yard diagonally, under a hills hoist and into a house consisting of two rooms.

An old lady had been mysteriously killed.  She was found dead on her bed and her bedroom door was locked.

Scully said she was tired and went to lay down on said bed.

Mulder and I (and someone else), decided we would also set up shop.  I picked up a banjo/guitar thing and bashed out some bad tunes.  Mulder said he was bored already so I put the instrument back on its rack.  I then played on a drum kit like it was a set of bongos for about 30 seconds.

Next, someone (it wound up being Mulder) was bashing loudly on the main door which as now locked.  The bashing vibrated the door so much that it opened.  This roused Scully who sleepily asked what was happening.

That solved the mystery of how the old lady had been killed when her door was locked – her drum playing had enraged someone to bash down her door and strangle her.

Dream logically yeah.  Real logic no!  The locked door was the bedroom door, not the main door.  There were no strangle marks on the lady.  How did Mulder get outside.  Why was it the drum playing that drove someone to kill?

Badly planned orgy

Something about going to a Government housing estate for a group sex orgy.  Took forever to get going.  Guys were podgy.  Ladies were fat.  I needed to leave early as I had to be home via 10pm.  The host also did not want the neighbors to know what was going on so if anyone came to the door, we needed to act innocent. The flat? consisted of only one room

House is Too Messy – I Crack the Sads

The house was very messy and my GF was going to go out and do stuff yet again. She was the one making all the mess. I cracked it and said she’d be staying in and either cleaning up her piles of clothes and trinkets or I’d be chucking everything out.