Time to post another dream, who knew? In case you missed the last one, here it is, make sure you check out the cutting edge dream analysis from "anonymous", left in good humor, I'm sure. Oh, by the way "anonymous", you spelled kinetic incorrectly.
Here goes the dream. I was a cadet at a military academy. My girlfriend in my dream (I never actually saw her) was the daughter of a general, who was visiting the academy. I was waiting in a rec room to go golfing with the bigwig father in law to be with some buddies of mine. We were playing pool, when all of a sudden there was some sort of shift in my head, and instead of playing pool, I was cleaning up the aftermath of an attack by a terrorist, which killed my father-in-law to be. After a few minutes, the scene switched again, this time the academy was older, I was in the future somehow, and the terrorist attack never happened. Another switch, aliens were attacking. Again, hanging out with buddies in what appeared to be the early 20th century. All the time, the people, and my location stayed the same, what changed was the when and physical surroundings of the location i.e. buildings, streets, trees...
Finally another switch, only this one was a lot more serious. The time appeared to be in the 1950s, and I was being tried for some sort of crime, the penalty for which was death by hanging. My buddies were running the trial, which was mostly fluff, and it was being overseen by my girlfriends father. I began to formulate a theory, that the (now evil) father in law to be didn't like me, and he somehow arranged all this to get me out of the way so his daughter could marry someone else. The trial went on... blah blah we'll give him a fair trial and then we'll hang him blah blah. They got me up on the gallows, but before the rope could be secured, the scene shifted again, and I was walking in a park with my buddies.
More scene shifts in rapid succession, future, past, current, all with something different happening. A parade in one, more parks, a bombardement from space, a naval battle in the river the academy bordered. At some point during my rapid travels I got some sort of device telling me what was really going on, and I didn't even need to pull some glowing red thing out of my nose like Quaid.
It wasn't my (no longer evil) father in law. It turns out that one of my future selfs had made a discovery of a small moon tightly orbiting one of the large moons around Jupiter. My analysis showed that the small moon had somehow been blasted into two chunks. It was some sort of secret that people wanted to kill me for.
Of course before I could find out who or why, I woke up. I hate that. Like most of my dreams, the details were fabulous. Leaves on the trees. The skin on the aliens. The trim on the cars. The way the uniforms on the cadets looked different every time the time frame switched. I love my dreams.
My analysis leads me to conclude this dream may be my subconscious crossing the boundaries of temporal and spacial propriety. I should seek some professional couseling from the Traveler before I find myself in a pickle shaped static warp bubble.
Hey "anonymous", as far as being in your league, I'm not. Posting anonymously with questionable concepts, overanalysis, and poor spelling is little league. Let us know when you can move up to play with us big people.