I saw this dream from a third person point of view.
I was following a girl with short brown hair for most of the time.
I am in a building, similar to a laboritory or college setting. I'm following people around, down the hallways and in and out of rooms. I move into a room with two women standing and staring at the corner. What I see is a tube about 3 feet long, and its slightly curved. It is hovering in the corner. I can only compare it to the Super Mario tunnels and how they're kind of thick but have a curve. But in my dream I was not thinking "Super Mario tunnels", all I could relate them to in my dream was to the floaters that come around in my vision every now and then. But these floaters where A LOT bigger in my dream, and it was one or two of these giant floaters, the texture was similar to television static, but bright purple, green, white, and black.
The two people touch it and then I'm blasted through a worm hole with them. There is a lot of light twisting around my frontal vision. I hit the ground with them, and they stand up and look around. We're near a gate so the women follow it around into a small town. There are children running around with small masks and candles in their hands. Laughter and the smell of Autumn fills the air. It is Hallow's Eve.
I know the women think they must have somehow been transproted to a different part of the country, but I sense differently. I leave them as the children start asking them about their costume (much to the women's surprise, for they were in their "regular" clothes). I suspect somethings not only different about this place, but also the time. I float into some houses and see that we're in the late 16th or 17th century Europe. The roads are dirt, the village small. I see a fairly overweight man with dark hair with a bald spot in the middle and a burgundy cape around his shoulders. He's wearing pants and nice buckled shoes. He is the mayor/judge of this town. I sensed he definitely had the power.
Through time, the villagers started whispering about the strange women that had wondered into their town lost and unaware of anything of importance to the townsfolk. They worried especially, when the women first came in town and were dancing with the children. The leader of the town knew he had to do something before the traveling women told anymore tales of the place far ,far away, with many different advancements and breakthroughs that his townsfolk could not understand, or better yet believe in.
Later, with the many eye-witness testimonies of witchcraft given by the townsfolk, the women where sent to the jailhouse to await their burning at the stake. The brunette woman broke out of the jail to confront the mayor. She knew he was probably the most intelligent person she could talk to and the only one that could save her and her friend.
She went into his home and found some interesting things. She found blue jeans, perscription glasses, a plastic comb, a lighter, many different modern items from different modern times.
She became fearful. Why, if the mayor had all these evidences of the women telling the truth of time-traveling, did he send them to be burned.. then she began to realize that the past owners of these articles, weren't living in the town, for she would have never been accused of witchcraft. She realized that these items belonged to other "witches" and she, too, would meet the same fate.
I found out why.
The woman in jail was the first to go, the village stood around and watched for entertainment, for "justice". The mayor walked in his house with the women's cothing and articles from their time. He gasped when he saw the brunette woman standing in his kitchen with a photograph. The photograph showed a slightly overweight man with dark brown hair and a bald spot, smiling with some what looked like his family from an obviously modern era.
Power of knowledge? Creating history yourself? Anti-time travelor? Or fear of being caught?
She was burned without ever knowing, and as she was burned I awoke.
This epic dream played out in front of me for me to float here and there as I please, yet it seemed as if I could do nothing to sway any subject in the dream.....it was a story for me to live and for you to contemplate.