I had a terribly wonderful dream…. I was walking around downtown Salem with a friend (I guess… I’ve never seen him before though), and a bright light blinded us both. When we opened our eyes we were standing on a bridge in the sunlight staring at the Eiffel tower.
A painter looked at us and said something in french, I said “oh, no french. English?” He said “Ahhhh, sorry madame, I said your clothes are very odd. Are they a new fashion?” I looked at my friend in astonishment. I mean I know I dress weird sometimes but not THAT weird. I looked around and women were wearing petticoats, and men were in suits…. I asked the painter what year it was and he replied, “1899. June 19th.” I stood there in shock and my friend grabbed my hand and said “It will be alright. This must be a dream, or a trick…”
"We are looking at the Eiffel tower, yes? This man just spoke french to me… This is not a dream."
We explained to the man that we were from another time in the future and didn’t know how we got there. The old man started to tell us about a great myth in Paris. That every decade, 2 time travelers will appear on this bridge and will not be able to return to their time until the next decade.
Obviously, we were extremely disappointed. There was no other way but to wait for 10 years until the portal, or vortex or whatever reopened and sent us back into our time.
The man said that it is also a myth that they will end up exactly where they were in time before they tripped into the time vortex. That they would remember the entire adventure, but still be 10 years younger. 21 years old with a 31 year old mind.
So me and my friend found some clothes and the painter, (who’s name was Tom), took us into his care because he believed in the myth, and fully believed that were were from the future. We learned french in about 2 years, and blended into society. My friend and I got married because it would be improper for a man and a woman to hang out so much in this time without being under suspicion. (I have no idea how my mind knows this).
I realized that we were living in the same time period as Claude Debussy!!! I eventually studied under him and became a profound violinist and pianist in Paris. My husband (so weird saying that….) Because a history teacher. We lived for a decade (obviously very condensed in my dream), and when the time came to go back into the future we said our goodbyes to Tom and wished him well. We warned him of a great depression that will occur in America in 1929. As well as the 2 World Wars. Tom slipped a small box into my husbands pocket and we walked across the bride on June 19th, 1909.
A large flash happened and we fell onto the ground of downtown Salem in the same clothes we left Paris in. My husband looked young again and so did I. Our clothes didn’t quite fit the same. He pulled out the box and opened it, to find a chunk of gold and a large diamond. The note read “I am so sorry for your troubles, I designed the vortex myself but have never been able to open it at will. I did not mean to drag you both into my time. I hope your future is as wonderful as you have made mine. Please accept this gift as a token of my apology.”
We tried to remember what we were doing at this time before we slipped through the vortex. Life hadn’t changed in anyway from when we had left it.
We were fluent in French, I was still a profound violinist and pianist, (taught by Debussy himself… Holy crap). We could remember everything. A 21 year old body with the mind of a French woman of the early 20th century…
My husband and I decided to get married, (again), in our time and live in Paris. We had fallen in love with both time and each other. The Gold and diamond combined were worth well over 200,000 Euros in our time. We found the painting of our old friend Tom in a Museum in Paris and lived the rest of our days in France. Never forgetting the 10 unexplained years we spent in Paris, from 1899 to 1909.
I think I’ll make this into a book or a movie. Probably the best dream I’ve ever had. Logical, detailed, vivid…
My husband was pretty hot too.