That’s the end of my dream…as I laid there, trying to wake up at two thirty in the afternoon, to go pick up my friend.  Allen’s voice was still clear in my head, still explaining very clearly about hopping planets, and as it turned out, my mom was watching something on Discovery about little grey aliens hopping planets and some guy giving his theory about how he thought it was done.  Some guy, with a voice like Allen’s.

If you’d like, for the benefit of my readers, my own theory about my dream, and what that little blue pill was, and our vehicle with the rocket boost.  My theory: although, not knowing our past, or how we came to be.  The four of us were time traveling, the vehicle as it was, with a rocket boost on the back may have easily been a time traveling machine, and the little blue pill may have actually been something to help cure the four of us from time travel sickness.  As an after thought of writing this, my theory seems to make sense to me.  How about you?

I hope you enjoyed my dream, as weird as it was, and at least for my part, I hope to go back and continue it to see where it goes.  If not, I may use this dream to make my own, hopefully better short story about Time Travel, but that will have to be next time.  Until then: Get Lost in Your Own Imagination.