I was waving around a machete, looking for a situation in which to use it heroically. I spotted one of my Physics classmates, beset upon by a small creature with a dagger who was about to slit his throat. I yelled out, asking what the creature thought it was doing, but it paid me no mind. Determined to act heroically, even though I was a little doubtful of my skills with my weapon, I stepped up to it and brandished my machete.
The small creature attacked me, but I managed to pin him face-down on the ground. It turned out that he was a thick anthropomorphic branch, almost a small log. He had rather cartoon-like features. I sawed the top and bottom portions of his body off with my machete, then let him go. He ran a few feet away from me and then turned around, but I was confident he wouldn't try to attack again. I told him that if he threatened my classmate again I'd cut him in thirds once more.
I was on a school's field, running around. A bunch of other groups were running around as well, some fairly young; we may have been on some sort of school trip.
I decided I needed a snack, and went up to the snack stand. Apparently some sort of catastrophe was about to happen though, so no one was manning the stand. I was from another world, and would be gone before the catastrophe occurred, so I wasn't concerned. But I didn't want to take or buy any food unless there was someone at the booth.
Eventually an old haggard lady came up behind the counter, and I started to pay for some food. However, she demanded "time coins," which I had never heard of. Apparently you could turn them in to go back in time; each coin was worth so many years. At this point I suspected that she wasn't really supposed to be running the booth, but was just trying to scam me.
Noticing someone moving past me, I looked around me. The person I'd noticed looked a little like someone I knew, just a good ten years older. His older self had lots of small braids in his hair, with all of the braids bound together at the back of his head in a sort of pony tail. I called him by name and he looked around, asking who I was. I told him my name, but he didn't seem to recognize it particularly. He was in a hurry, apparently having come back in time to do something specific. I also saw glimpses of other people who I though had come back in time.
I was back at my high school and had just finished a particularly crazy exam, during which the teacher had constantly changed the problems we had to do and sent us to other rooms to do them. I had gone to another room to do one of the problems the teacher had changed and when I got back I found out she had changed it again, and all my work had been for nothing. This made me very angry, but I was soon finished with the test.
After the test, we were milling around the room where some people may have still been working. But the teacher, an older woman with grey hair who had been a substitute at my high school, suddenly turned the music up so loud that you couldn't hear yourself talk, and could barely hear yourself yell. This made it impossible to complain to her about the exam, and I went into a frenzy, yelling and barreling out of the room. One of my high school friends picked me up, commenting that I was a wild cat. I started hissing and raking the air with my hands to demonstrate this fact as he carried me towards the exit of the building.
I saw my girlfriend with a group of other people, but she didn't see me. I was very happy to see her after the long exam, as I hadn't seen her in some time. Before I could reach the group one of the other people mentioned how they had to leave right away, and they all started down the stairwell. The stairs were very long and turned in a tight circle.
I raced after them and shouted my girlfriend's name. She looked around and then started running towards me, but since I was still running forwards she zoomed past me. I slowed down, and as she came back down again we met. I took both of her hands, and we started descending the staircase together. Soon the stairs narrowed, pushing our arms together. We exited onto a sort of playground. With a caress, I took one of her hands.
Soon we were in some sort of MMORPG. She was used to this game, and I had not played it before, so she ran ahead as I tried to figure out the controls. I could still see her name above her head, despite that she was far in the distance. I ran close to many high level players along the side of the road who were wearing impressive armor and fighting monsters. My girlfriend warned me to not stray too near to them because I might anger them and then they might attack. Eventually I made it to a clearing where she was waiting.
I was back home, driving a pickup trick that I'd borrowed from a friend. It wasn't the truck that they usually drove, although it looked rather similar. It was yellow, and smaller than most pickup trucks, plus it ran on hydrogen fuel cells.
I drove to my old high school and talked to my former drama teacher, who was adamant about me talking to the student directors and such, presumably so I could help out with their production while I was home for the summer.
When I went to leave the school, it seemed to look more like an old military base; I thought it seemed rather Russian in design. I took a wrong turn and had to cross underneath a very rickety water tower that was also forming a bridge across two muddy sides of a crevasse. When I crossed it, my truck turned into a bicycle which I maneuvered around the structure. While I was under the water tower water rained down heavily.
I then continued driving on the road that I thought lead away from the base. It was a very bad road, having four unmarked lanes for traffic going both ways; there was no median. I didn't see any other cars on it however. Thick grass had also sprouted up between the lanes. I continued to drive, but at one point the car's hydrogen-fuel-cell engine couldn't take the steep include of the curve, and so I was forced to turn around.
When I got back to the crevasse, the water tower broke, and I was only able to gain a tedious handhold on the other side. I struggled up, throwing the clothes that I was holding onto the ground above me and scrambling up after them. There was an officer there wondering what I was doing. When I told him I'd thought this was the way out of the base, he informed me that the correct way out was indeed in the opposite direction. I then put on my pajamas which I had thrown up onto the ground; my other clothes had somehow disappeared.