Gonna spit a dream at you guys that I had years ago, back when I was still in elementary school:
The dream opens with me ontop of a rolling transport. One of those Star Wars deals (A HAVw A5 Juggernaut, or something of similar size and bulk). And I get that dream intuition of immediately knowing I'm a soldier. What happens next is a cowboy looking guy clambers up onto the top of the transport. I tried to aim at him as he did so, but my arms were sluggish and my reaction time slow. He did not have such an impedance, and once he found his footing, quickly drew his gun and shot me.
I fell, and slumped off the transport. As I died (and watched the transport speed away), I noticed I was in a thick jungle. And then everything went black for a moment.
When I came to (still in the dream) I was standing in a fountain, like one of those fountains out in public squares with the pool around the spout. The water was up to my knees.
Anyway, I quickly looked up from the water (and edge of the pool) to notice the fountain was located about halfway up a mountain in a clearing. I could see the whole valley below (and the mountain on the opposite side). The entire place was dense jungle.
My dream intuition told me I was a dead soldier. And I quickly 'felt' the presence of my dead comrades.
Anyway, I noticed in the upper right hand corner of my vision (as I stared into the valley) that there was a shiny propeller plane. One of those old designs, 1950s, 1960s, something like that.
Now here's where things get interesting. Right before my eyes, in what might be considered a timelapse, I saw the middle of the valley change. Trees were cut down, and small buildings went up. An outpost. Then civilization spread, and what was an outpost became a.. a fort or something. And civilization spread, growing into a sprawling suburbia, surrounding a city center, and then the center grew up as skyscrapers and office buildings replaced the small stores that were there before. It was like watching a city grow out of nothing. And the entire time, the plane I saw in the upper right portion of my vision crawled towards the left part of my vision, and changed from the shiny aluminum body to more modern planes.
Eventually, I was looking at what appeared to be a modern city, with a modern aircraft in the sky. I tried to move, to escape the fountain and visit civilization (I was feeling VERY depressed and VERY lonely at this time. Like the dream was imposing the feelings on me.). But I ended up tripping and falling into a further down part of the fountain (while my dead 'friends' laughed at my clumsiness). When I surfaced, and turned by gaze back to the city, it'd changed. Where there was once a modern city, the skyscrapers and office buildings had been replaced by strange and angular purple, yellow, and green alien buildings. They looked a little like spaceships rooted into the ground. The suburbia still existed, too, but it was different. In the sky, the plane was a flying saucer instead; but a beefy purple one.
I was shocked, aghast, and.. sad that I'd missed so much. I kind of wanted to die again, for good.
Then the girl appeared. I don't know how old she was when I first laid eyes on her, but my guess at the time was early teens. She was clad in purple clothing, and was riding a purple hover scooter. Her face was indistinct (perhaps asiatic, but that's a recent thought), but I recall her hair was black. Asian black. She was staring right at me. Watching me.
And I was to happy to see her. I tried to raise my hands, to do anything. To speak. But it was like acting through molasses. I thought I had time to talk to her. I thought I would have a friend in this unholy passage of time.
But then she started getting older. I saw the lines on her face, even though I couldn't make out any details. And once I realized death was coming for her, I tried to scream, to tell her "abandon me! Live your life! Please!" But it was like acting through molasses.
She gradually became more and more fragile looking, and her back hunched. And then she disappeared.
(I realized quickly enough when I woke up that she must have been visiting me every day/week/month in order for the time lapse of her visits to make sense.)
I was, of course, heartbroken. I missed her in ways I haven't ever missed anyone else since. I don't recall very well what happened after she disappeared, but I do know that the dream's tone shifted wildly:
The sky went red, civilization's buildings crumbled, the mountain across from my own split open to reveal a volcano, and dinosaurs roamed the dense jungle and air above it. And I was suddenly a guy playing a game where you're a post apocalyptic shooter man.
I woke up after that, still heartbroken about the girl. And I was in a bit of a funk about her for a week or so.