[No time written. It says “Early morning.”]
I remember I was back in my childhood home, in the family room, and I was looking out the window to the backyard where there were a bunch of little kids running around. I think it might have been a birthday party.
I was playing some kind of game with Donald Trump. My mom was the judge of the game.
I don’t remember any of the rules, only that it required facing towards the other person, grabbing their hands and pushing as hard as you could (maybe to knock them over?) It was some kind of test of physical strength.
I won a couple of times and my mom left to do something. I told Trump something along the lines of “you need to know when to give up” and he said he wouldn’t stop playing until he won.
My mom didn’t come back after a while and Trump sort of disappeared.
Something happened after that I don’t remember, but the next thing I do remember is watching some kind of video about a guy in a foreign land who had discovered something called “Cavals”.
These Cavals caused objects to float in midair, occasionally rising or falling a bit, and it was implied that they were some sort of mysterious, naturally occurring force.
I was suddenly in the room with the floating objects. I tossed a couple of them around, a vase and a statue of Jesus (which I remember feeling guilty about even though it caused no harm).
The founder/creator of the Cavals (I think I write creator here because I had a suspicion they may not have been naturally occurring as was said on the video) was saying something to me from another room over intercom. He had a very thick accent, but I don’t know what it was.
The man entered the room and I expressed my amazement over the Cavals and asked about their origin. I can’t remember exactly what he said, but he took out a remote and started setting up some sort of transceiver-looking device.
I asked, “oh, is it electronic?” and he didn’t reply. I remember feeling disappointed that it seemed to be artificial and not natural.
After setting up, the transceiver said something about the Cavals generating a strong field that could cause “structal cancer.” I felt uncomfortable about this and left the room.
The events following this start to blend together.
The man exited the room as well, but was no longer a regularly-shaped foreign man, but an obese American with a cap and a T-shirt.
He walked over to a smartphone plugged into some kind of machine and said “Winning 40,” and I presumed he was setting something up.
There was now a boy in the Cavals room playing a game where a machine would shoot out baseballs and he’d hit them with a bat. I remember some of the balls didn’t really float, though.
I was suddenly watching a video again, from the perspective of the baseball machine looking at the boy, and he kept complaining because he’d get shot in the hand or face. He said something and the machine started calling out things like “head” or “body” whenever it shot and the boy said “ok, that’s better,” though he still failed to hit any pitches.
I remember a girl appeared in the room. She was young, maybe around 16, and black-skinned. She had a conversation with the boy about something, but I don’t remember what.
The boy disappeared from my view (or perhaps I was now seeing through his perspective) and I was looking directly at the girl.
It was like the camera zoomed out, and then she began to walk towards me repeating the same name over and over again: “Cameron. Cameron. Cameron.”
I remember her face was blank and the boy’s voice sounded distressed and said something like “what are you doing?” I remember wondering if the girl’s name was Winnie, but then thinking “no, I’m just remembering ‘Winning 40’ from earlier.”
The girl kept approaching and I woke up as she reached the boy/me thinking “nope, I don’t want to know what happened.”