I was time traveling, except everywhere I went I was accompanied by a roiling, shifting mass of ichor-covered spheres which continually burst and reformed. I don’t know how, but I knew that this “thing” was the source of my ability to time travel. A pool of magical reserves, so to speak. I remember holding conferences with other amorphous shapes, discussing my ability to travel and what I should do with it. I ended up in a world where masses of fleshy shapes were swirling in all directions around me as a huge, deep voice shouted curses at the unfairness of physical existence. It was very reminiscent of the Old Testament, with the voice referring to “my people” being trapped in time and space. Suddenly images of places and people from my past (childhood in [REDACTED] to be exact) started to appear — they were shockingly realistic and I remember being startled. In the center of it all, a huge green set of digits showed the time. I woke up staring at my bedside clock.