File Me under Amazing

I think, half the reason I didn't call Chris this morning was, I half woke up at 7:30 VERY TIRED and was in the middle of a FREAKING AWESOME DREAM and was like, noooo must continue!!!!
I can't describe the feeling of it to you. All I can do is detail the events that happened.
Although it was mostly in first-person, I'll refer to [me] later as narrator, because in the end it switched to third person and I was staring (as if looking at the final cut scene of a game) at a guy with glasses..obviously not me.




I start out with this clock. Resembles the one White Rabbit had in Alice. I am in a museum but it's actually more like a house. Hard to explain. This clock gave me the ability to turn back time (only a bit) so I could redo things, I guess.
I knew nothing else.



I kinda wander around, do a bunch of things, run into some people, trust me it was VERY WEIRD. Later,
I exit a small room of the museum into a bigger lobby-display area and I see a boy hanging out with his gangsta brothers. And I guess I was in the fiddle-around-with-the-clock-of-awesomeness mood, and wanted to take some sort of risk and undo it later.

I can't even remember what happened, but I killed the boy.
and in the process, the clock shattered into many, many pieces (more like slices).

I was in disbelief. Someone was screaming murder and i dashed out into the stairway, down the stairs into a different room, down into darker, grungier rooms and finally through cellar door and shut myself in the bottom room, a dimly lit place. I could hear them chasing, trying to find me.
I sat there in disbelief, holding the clock pieces. I tried putting them back together, and for some reason realized that if i turned the piece that said '9' upside down, it would be a replacement for the 6. there were some numbers now missing on the clock, but I had a strange revelation right then. Someone omnipotent was telling me in my head exactly what I had to do.

I had 24 hours to relive this whole day again. To somehow live everything the same way, do the same things yet change the course of events that had befallen me-- make sure the boy was alive-- and at the end of the day, if all went well, something great (not great like good, but more like big) would happen.
This would be my fate.

So I started. In fact, the juiciest details were right here, when I was reliving, reviewing all those weird things I had seen. I was walking through a section of the museum that was an insane asylum, and yet a hospital. A 'bestial' stared at me..apparently those were people whose heads were inflated and deformed to an extreme extent. But i did fairly well in maintaining my course during the day and at the end, finally avoided killing him, I believe. But they were still screaming murder. And I dashed down the stairs the way I had done, back into the cellar where the clock lay at that final hour.

And all of a sudden..
The dark, macabre place was gone.







The narrator is standing there in a sunlit yard, now a boy. many years younger than he was in the museum. He is with his family, crying and embracing his father.
He no longer has the clock. No longer has that power to change time.
But he had brought his deceased father back to life.
I guess it was the final turning back, for him.