I was in a laboratory, checking out a time machine with Ray Stantz (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raymond_Stantz), from The Ghostbusters. The machine looked like some kind of black, deep bathtub. If you stood up inside it, the sides and bottom were black or dark gray, and it was tall enough to cover me up to my neck. It had an opening to the left, though I climbed up through it to get in. Next to it was an area with some kind of conveyor belt or tray. We were suprised to see that someone had left champignon there, and that while they were already cold, they looked perfectly edible. I try one, and it tastes good. Ray takes out his PKE Meter (though it could have been a EMC Meter) and moves it near my face. It begins beeping. "I'm getting some big readings from that mushroom." I figure it's safer to spit them out, so I spit/pick the pieces out of my mouth and place them next to the other ones.

It seems the mushrooms being there could have caused some effects in time and space, so I had to investigate. I was to be sent to the past (?) to investigate. Ray leaves the room and starts to power up the machine while I wait inside it. Suddenly, Ana Lucia Cortez, from Lost (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ana_Lucia_Cortez) runs into the room, shouting that we were being attacked. I was suddenly sure that the attack was due to a change in our timeline, related to some kind of side-effect from the mushrooms. But still, there was nothing I could do - with a flash, I was suddenly in a dark place, somewhere in the past. This place looked like some kind of slum, and was really really dark. I could barely make my way around the old wooden shacks. Somehow, I am attacked by a group of ninjas, but something changed and they just seemed to disappear. I'm again walking through the now-empty slums, when I stumble into a shack.

The door was wide open. Inside, I find it to be quite large, and it has several chairs, making it look sort of like a makeshift school. Chairs are thrown, people run and yell about and suddenly I notice Darth Vader, from Star Wars, standing across the place. He is using the Force to attack me. I somehow remember I'm a Jedi, and use the force to attack him back, throwing things. Still, it was too dark, and I couldn't fight properly - besides, there was a barrage of chairs and objects. I spot my blue lightsaber on a table near him and try to pull it near me with the force, but I couldn't manage to do it. In fact, I wasn't really planning to use it to fight - I just needed it to light my way around, as I didn't know any trick that could light up my surroundings, and the darkness was kidna annoying to me. Still, it didn't take too long for the dream to take another big change.

It was daytime now. Apparently, we were in the next day. I'm riding shotgun in this red car, and Homer Simpson is driving. We're passing by a huge gray building. The road is really irregular here, varying into normal, broken/rocky and dirt tracks. Homer mentions something about it, but I don't really remember, as I didn't give him attention. The dream just jumped ahead, and now I was hanging out with other people in the shack from the previous night. We knew that there were Replicants (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Replicants) taking the places of people and planning on killing us, so we had to take care of them (In fact, there was possibly something else about them before this scene).

The large shack had been arranged differently. Now it was some kind of cafeteria, with long tables and some food being served. We figured that the best way to know if people with cyborgs was to try and pick them up - Cyborgs were much more heavy than ordinary humans. We spent some good time picking people up. When we found cyborgs, we'd beat them up severely (apparently I had superhuman strength - not only considering I could lift people easily, but also the strength to punch metal). The cyborgs would get beaten up and not really fight back or even react. They'd just stare blankly as they get hit. We beat up the first few, but eventually I found out that some of them were extremely resistant. One of them looked like L (male, fat, from work) and was especially resistant. There was something about a necklace of his, but I'm not sure what it was now.

At some point, someone suggested that, rather than picking people up, that we weighted them on a scale we had on the back. Several people were eating (this was really some kind of cafeteria), but still I asked those who had finished to come up and get weighted. As we start doing it, I realize that it wouldn't help - it would be hard to check who had been weighted, and the cyborgs could use this to avoid being detected.