[Dream Report] Rocky Raccoon and the Time Traveling Bicycle

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This is by far one of the strangest dreams I've had. Thematically it was all over the place. Often that fragmentation happens if I briefly wake up a few times in the night, but this time to the best of my knowledge I slept soundly for ~8 hours. The dream still came out like a quilt made of randomly selected fabrics.

I had apparently traveled forward in time on my eBike. It looked like normal except there was a window cut out of the side through which I could see some strange device with blue glowing light, spinning very rapidly. Presumably whatever made the time travel possible.

I rode the bike up to a dull looking brick school. There were much nicer, more advanced looking ebikes parked in the bike racks. Some of the students accosted me, making fun of how "old fashioned" my bike looked by comparison.

Just then, a version of me from the present met up with me and told me he knew exactly why I had come: to save Rocky Raccoon. We had to synchronize our watches for some reason, like in a spy movie. Then we'd each play a different role in the mission.

Rocky Raccoon was apparently a beloved school mascot who lived in a luxurious enclosure in the classroom used for biology studies. He had a little antigravity backpack that let him float from one branch to the next (there was a fake fiberglass tree in the enclosure) as well as mechanical claws for gripping onto the bark.

I don't know why Rocky was so important to me, but he was. I felt like saving his life was the most important thing. Like he'd died in the original timeline and I'd gone to all the trouble of inventing a time machine eBike just to undo that tragedy.

I remembered him flying around the classroom as I laughed at my desk, somehow one of the students at this school. What fun it was. How much I loved that ridiculous anti-gravity raccoon. Yet there was a plot to murder him.

The culprit? None other than my grumpy, grey haired old teacher. The one who scolded me for day dreaming, who shamed me for not understanding material when she didn't bother to teach it and simply had us open our textbooks to a certain page and read.

I was too late, though. Just as I got to the classroom, in a fit of rage, the teacher was beheading Rocky the Raccoon. Simply for chewing up a textbook. Rocky didn't know better, he's a raccoon. I cried and ran from the classroom.

I realized that I didn't know how to get back to my own time, too. I was surrounded by a strange, unfamiliar world (which I'd also grown up in? Somehow?) Students carried little pocket televisions but with e-ink screens. Full color and high resolution but they emitted no light.

My dreams often have weird alternative technological possibilities in them. Often impractical and making no sense, a step down from what is actually used in the real world but interesting in one way or the other.

Outside, Spiderman was crawling up the side of the school. He didn't look real. He looked like bad 1990s CGI, all shiny and plasticky with stiff animation. I demanded to know why he didn't save Rocky Raccoon, if he's such a hero. He shrugged and told me that this is my story, he's not part of it, he's just the friendly neighborhood wall crawler. He then shot some web and swung off into the night.

I sought out my Dad, who comforted me and talked me through the ordeal. He offered to take me camping on a lake. But on the way, there were these strange metal bridges. Not even designed for cars, they were like bare metal arches with steps (like a staircase) jutting out from either side.

Exclusively designed for people on foot, for some reason. I saw hikers carefully crossing these bridges through the fog, which was so thick as to make anything beyond perhaps a hundred feet or so impossible to make out. We couldn't go any further because of it, unless we left behind the safety of the car and continued on foot. I was unwilling to, so the dream ended.

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