We are in room 47
I request a wheelie bin be brought up from a very specific storage room, relative to a specific folder on my computer labelled simply "W". I am hiding something in the folders relative hard storage in the room downstairs
There is a knock at the door and employees of the hotel have started bringing up hundreds of wheelie bins
I tell them that I don't need the whole 47th floor. I just need the one in a room by itself labelled "W"
Rather than mess around, I go down and collect it myself and bring it back up to my Mum
The contents belong to her
The hallway seems to change orientation while I'm gone and I can't remember if we were in room 47 or not
I go to knock at the door, but my Mum opens it before I do and let's me in
I give her the contents of the wheelie bin
Then I'm in a massive tree in the Nothern Territory bush of Australia. Somewhere like Jabiru
A family of people living up on top of large boulders, where the tree grows past
When you climb up the tree from the boulders, there is only one way to possibly get up to the people/family sleeping in the tree
One person stands watch over the way in. Which is me
Something is trying to pull down on the branches and get at the family in the tree
Something is threatening our safety
Then, the tree is cut down
Something cut it down and the tree is being slid alone a gravel like road
I'm holding onto the tree as it's moving, refusing to let go
There are roads in the bush now everywhere
I go on a expedition with the people who are with me
I find someone with a vending machine full of beer. It feels like it belongs to me. Or rightly that it is mine
The cans are coke cans, but they have beer in them
This is definitely about the impact of the British on aboriginal culture
This is where things get very strange
I change into someone far more developed and capable than they are
I'm wandering through a open cut mining site and examining it
The others who were with me are gone. I feel like they were too worried about entering the mining site without permission
There is meant to be a (very) sacred site here. A stone outcrop with something special attached to it. A place where you feel the reverence just be being there ...
But there is nothing here except a car park with mining vehicles parked in it
The beautiful rock outcrop is so far gone that the flattened land has actually regrown trees where the site used to be
People notice me walking around the mining site taking a look. I start to leave and I find the other 2 people who were with me, waiting outside the site for me near the mining offices
It doesn't matter we've been located. I've seen enough to know I'm disgusted and unhappy with that is happening here ...
And we won't be around when they come to get us anyway
I use some type of device to implant a small locating device beneath the skin in each of our necks
Then I activate some type of device that allows us to travel through time and space
We immediately disappear from the mining site ...
And for a moment we are on the moon. It feels as though we are comparing the mining site to it's relative location on the moon. Like they are in reality the exact same geological location, just in two places
Upon comparing the sites it feels to be as if they don't line up. Like the mined site is incorrect when compared to the site I find in the future. They aren't the same world, somehow
The one on the moon in the future doesn't seem ruined, like the one I looked at in the past on Earth
We use the device to teleport ourselves again into some type of future compound
It feels to me like a scientific outpost. Something to do with the device that is sending us through time
I explain a bit about how the device works to one of the people in with while we are travelling through time/space, but I won't go into it here
When we are arrive, it feels like wherever we are, we aren't meant to be there. But I'm not worried. In fact, I don't care in the slightest
I'm not sure the place is on Earth. It doesn't feel like Earth. But I'm not sure it is the moon either, because we just came from there. Unless we travelled through time and stayed on the moon
Wherever we are, it feels like it's hidden, or underground, or more specifically, like we wouldn't be able to survive outside. Maybe because we can't breathe, or because of the pressure, I'm not sure
One other thing I'll mention, is that even though it feels like it is way into the future compared to Earth now, it feels like it is still the past and very primitive compared to wherever (and whenever) we are from
It feels like the technology we just used to travel there isn't ours. It is some primitive version of something that we are easily able to "borrow" without asking
I think maybe we need to physically borrow their technology, because of where it sits in time. It enables us a way to physically locate a particular time and place in history
The people I am with thank me for getting them out of the other time period at the mine
I tell them not to thank me yet, then use a handheld device I locate in the facility to remove the tracking device from under the skin in their neck. Something that seems pretty painful, considering it literally squeezes the skin to push it back out the hole it entered through
Workers at the facility have realised by now we are there and have located us
I'm not at all worried. It feels like I'm allowed to use whatever past technology and locations that I need or want. Though I'm not sure I've ever visited the site, it feels like I'm at home. Like I know the site like the back of my hand
They are in the process of asking us who we are and telling us not to move while they call security, when they receive a message
The person who receives the message interrupts the one reprimanding us as intruders and tells them they have a message from the Queen
He replies and tells them "not now", but they immediately clarify that the message isn't from call-sign Queen, it's from THE Queen
The message they receive says very simply "Release Them Now"
Freaked out, they immediately obey and leave us alone
There is more after this, but I'm intentionally leaving it out
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