Whenever I started to time travel, there'd be a short moment when my body would seem to disappear for the people around me, and then as I am gone, the Self at that particular time would re-materalize and continue on. I had no idea how this app worked, but somehow it did – I didn't expect it to when I first downloaded it. It wasn't a well-known app; I was amazed over the fact no one I knew had tried it out before.
At first I wouldn't travel far too back in time, maybe one or two days at most. Somehow I felt like I had to go back and do something there. And I was just trying out the app at first.
There was a moment when I talked with my grandfather who was visiting us at home, and I told him that I was from the future and able to travel through time with an app on my phone. He seemed to almost believe me, which was nice.
Then I travelled back to the time I was a teenager in High School. I looked like I supposedly (not in IRL) did back then. (You'd travel into your body of each particular time. I suppose that means it would be impossible to travel to a time when you aren't alive. I didn't try that in the dream, but this seems to have been the case.) I had extremely long, (dyed) grey hair with a few strands of pink in them. (This was probably inspired by me having watched several
Avril Lavigne vids lately.) When I looked at my hair, I was like "What, pastel [coloured hair]?" (I would never dye my hair in pastel colours IRL.) My body was both very shapely and skinny, I suppose the ideal body type in Western culture. (This was probably inspired by me watching the cultural attractiveness video by @
Chae and hearing my sister say she wanted to have a body
like that, which I found silly.) Needless to say, I was pretty hot; not perfectly so, but getting there. (My face probably looked a tiny bit better in the dream too, haha, a slight improvement of my natural face.)
I was also rather popular, girls and boys liked me alike.
I wasn't popular in the way that everyone worshipped me as if I was a celebrity, but popular in the way that everyone liked and respected me more or less.
Basically, I was living the So/Sx dream.
There was one particular guy who had a crush on me and would hit on me almost constantly in an obnoxious way. Despite the fact he was sort of handsome, dressed in a cool edgy way, assertive, and seemingly Aggressor Romance style – qualities I usually claim to find important or attractive in a partner – he wasn't popular nor was I attracted to him. Somehow people were repelled by him, and I was as well. He was the ugly side of Contraflow; going against the grain and being weird about it. Perhaps he was Sp/Sx. He had only one other weird male friend with whom he'd always chat me up.
One time the situation escalated. He was hitting on me again, this time getting really close physically – he attempted to kiss me. I just turned away, which enraged him – he had wanted me badly for so long and I wouldn't give in. He grabbed me aggressively, and it seemed like he'd try to rape me or at least try to forcefully make out with me against my will. When I was at that age IRL, rape and a guy getting too close were my greatest fears; but in my dream, I was strangely unfazed by it. I had expected him to eventually just "lose it". But I still screamed for help. Just before he could do anything more, other people finally entered the desolated hall we were in and broke us apart. Since then, he never tried to get with me again.
I was rather careful not to do anything or act out of character so that I wouldn't inadvertently change my future. Though I did consider traveling to other points in time, or live in that time for a while to prevent me from making certain mistakes that I'd end up regretting later in life. (IRL, I did have a moment of "falling from grace", my So/Sx dream ended abruptly and I became pretty unhealthy both physically and mentally. In my dream, I thought about preventing all this from happening.) However, I decided not to do this, and really wanted to travel back to "the present", "my time", again. But I couldn't find a place or moment where or when I'd be undisturbed. My popularity had a downside; that I could never be alone for just a second. Even when I went to the public bathroom, there'd be girls who either knew me and wanted to talk with me, or the stalls were all full, and I wouldn't have enough time to time travel without anyone noticing. So I was stuck.
It was as if my entire life was at that school – I cannot remember ever going home. It seemed like I was at a boarding school and lived there. (Btw, I never lived in/at a school IRL.) The next scenes I could remember were mostly about me being in class, and/or hanging out with my boyfriend during the breaks who actually was rather similar to the other guy; sort of handsome, with an edgy but a bit more emo-like style, and with black-blue hair (the other guy had dirty blonde hair). This guy was possibly also Contraflow, but he was much better liked by others, and much friendlier and easygoing too. I suppose that Enneagram-wise the only difference was their tritype; the other guy seemed to have had 8 in his tritype, and this one 9. (And no, I wasn't in a relationship with that guy for real. He doesn't exist. But I do tend to prefer 9 in the tritype for guys IRL.) I was pretty happy with him, our interaction and dynamic were effortlessly pleasant. In class he'd often loudly flirt with me, and the teacher would notice and call him out on it, and I'd talk back to her. And then I'd say about myself, addressing myself in third person: "Apparently he's a bad influence for her." And some people would snicker about it. Later, some of my girlfriends were like: "He's like the other rebellious guys [hinting at the first guy], somehow you keep dating guys like that [=troublemakers]." I didn't say anything to that, and as they walked away I couldn't help it and said: "Well, apparently those guys are like her Imago!" One blonde girl looked back with a confused look on her face.
Intermittently, I'd shortly open my eyes for real and saw my bed and my bedroom, and I believed this meant I had found a way to travel to my "real time" after all, and it was just a matter of time of finding out how I did it... I'd keep dreaming...
In the dream, I did manage to time travel again at some point; I decided to sit down on the floor somewhere in the halls and just go for it, even though some people might see me "disappear" for a few seconds; they very well could think they didn't see right. Whenever I time travelled, I'd get really intense shivers, which emphasized the impression that all of this was real. (It's incredible how "real" the dream felt, even though several of the facts were off; but the general idea of my past in the dream paralleled my past IRL close enough to give me the impression this wasn't a dream or a vague experience of some kind. )
But I didn't travel very far, I was still in the same body and at that same school, which however now almost reminded me of Hogwarts but without the magic and the infamous castle. I attended a class where the teacher was somehow attractive to me, even though he wasn't considered to be attractive generally. I was really into his face, which in actuality was pretty close to my Imago's face and/or like a male version of mine. I sat right in front of him, so I just stared right into his face, thinking that would make it more or less clear I was attracted to him. (Btw, I've never been attracted to a teacher before, nor would I like to be; it is not a fantasy of mine IRL.) He seemed a bit perplexed by it. After class, I was as bold as I would never be IRL: outside I planted a quick kiss on his lips, surprised but willing he'd grab my hand, and we'd walk like a couple to the next class room. Mind you, I was still in a relationship with aforementioned boyfriend, and it was not really acceptable to be dating a teacher; but I didn't care. I walked with him over the campus like that, everyone could see us. I was even putting my head on his shoulder sometimes; which was a bit awkward, because he was pretty short, one to two heads shorter than me, but I didn't mind. I was acting like a Social blindspot person through and through, which is entirely out of character for me.
And........ eventually I did wake up for real.
All in all, this dream was an exploration and examination of my attitude(s) in the past and present; how they and my life have changed over time... juxtaposed with "contra" attitude(s) that are the opposite to what I'd normally be like, or alternative scenarios to what could have happened...