I had a pretty weird dream last night. When I say it’s weird, I mostly mean it’s weird that I remember the dream, not so much that I had it.
In the first part of this dream, which I don’t remember quite as vividly as the second part, my family and I were travelling down a small path in a small forest. Our destination was the beach on the other side of the forest, which you could clearly see from the path’s further edge — the forest was probably not more than 40 meters wide. Despite the brevity of the path, my family managed to get ambushed by a brown bear along the way. Most of us ran toward the beach, but my dad was trapped on the other side of the bear, who started roughing up the former. I borrowed a pistol from a guy who lived on the beach, ran back to the bear, and shot it three times in the back. At first, this merely angered it and drew its attention to me, but the bullet-induced blood loss eventually did him in before he could get to me. My dad was okay. All of us went back to the beach.
During the process of getting settled into the beach, my friend Ian and his family showed up. We wandered into the water, and watched the aquatic life. I observed one large fish eat a dozen or so smaller fish and spit out their skeletal remains. Not too long after that, Ian and I suddenly and without explanation got booted backwards through time. Most of the rest of this dream was spent with the two of us trying to come up with ways to use our knowledge of the future to get rich. It culminated with me running excitedly, panting, into Ian’s room and having this conversation:
Dave (running into Ian’s room): Ian! Ian!!
Ian: What?
Dave: What year is it?!
Ian: 1993.
Dave (throwing his arms up into the air): GOOGLE STOCK!
It was at this point that I woke up. It was 6:30.