Strange Technology

Last night, I dreamt that I had an interesting kind of phone: one that automatically transported me from where I was to the location of the caller--and, unfortunately, had no reset button, so I could never get back to where I was.


Honestly, the little gadget was much more problematic than it was worth.  To understand that, though, I should explain the rest of the dream.


Technically, I was a member of the royal family of a strange little kingdom somewhere.  My great uncle was the King--and a bad one at that.  There was a bunch of unrest amongst the people, and quite a few assassination attempts on the King's life.  As a result, the rest of us went into hiding.  


Yet all of us had these silly phones, and we couldn't seem to get rid of them.  I'm not exactly sure why, but they were connected to us.  So, whenever we would find a safe hiding spot, we would get calls that would immediately transport us from there to the location of the caller.  


This was all very dizzying.  I spent a good portion of the dream getting jerked around from place to place.  At one particular point in the dream, I found refuge at the birthday party of one of the commoners--she didn't know that I was part of the royal family, and had invited me to join her celebration.  While I was there, I got a call on my phone.  I tried not to answer it, but my host insisted.  


Immediately upon answering, I was transported to the location of the caller--who happened to be my sleazy half-brother (in the dream, I mean; I have no brother in real life).  He was trying to get me to sell out my great uncle the King to the revolutionaries; his plan was to take the throne in his place.  I would have nothing to do with it, and I left in a huff.  


Unfortunately, as previously mentioned, the phones had no ability to take me back to the birthday party.  So, I had to fight my way back to the birthday party to apologize to my host.  At that point, my host realized who I was--and agreed to help me get rid of my phone.


I woke up before we succeeded at this task.  However, I did not wake up before my great uncle the King was disposed of, and my sleazy half-brother found his way to the throne.


...All in all, it was a fascinating and rather disorienting dream.  It also has quite a bit of story potential...  perhaps at some point, I may try to work it into a short story of some kind.