Divergent Dream

   My dreams, my dreams involve this world but warped a bit. Often I'll have the same dream usually of me. I’m walking along familiar streets but they aren’t in

the same places and they are much larger or they are steeper. The dream of mine that is most startling is that of my younger childhood. Back in elementary

school. The dream starts off with me walking down a long perfectly white path. Medieval squiggling machines are guarding each side of the path. They appear to

look like generators but with many tubes, smoke and rusted parts. I can see that the unremitting path leads up to a intersection far away. I am walking but slowly

not really paying attention to my actions, just my surroundings. I can see more machines in the crossing path as if they never end. All the machines vary in size

style and make but not in hight. They all are about as high as my head but I’m not really viewing this from eye level. It’s as if I am looking at these through my

eyes and simultaneously viewing this from much higher. My senses feel different, I can’t smell and my physical feelings are impossible to determine where they are

originating on my body. I sense I’m cold in this huge vast emptiness. I finally reach the intersection, there is a very wide white circular pad in the center of the

intersection. This pad reaches where each of the two sides meet to form an edge. This pad has a number floating above it that is visible through walls but stays in

the same place.“0/100” I stand on it and it acts as an elevator traveling up extremely fast without being attached to anything. All the while there is no sky, just

whiteness and the number changes to "100/100". Then I start to suffer pain, very horrific pain. I am too high to see the machines anymore. The scene changes to

a giant saddle floating above a small calm pond with no other surroundings or sky. A measly little water droplet falls off of the saddle into the pond. The water falls

spreading ripples but more water bounces up obeying the laws of physics. Then I woke up or it repeated multiple times in one night. I don’t have this dream

anymore but I’ll often wake up in the middle of the night in deep thought over this dream.