Last night...
Some time in the far future, seven colonies in a distant solar system (four on the moons of a gas giant and the rest on Earth-like planets) were under threat from a wandering black hole that was on course to plough through and knock the place about. Evacuation by starship was impossible due to the black hole and the numbers involved - so guess who they sent? Eight space wizards, of course (who else??), with me as their leader. Each wizard went to one of the colonies while I opened an interspatial magickal hyperspace portal which each wizard led their colony into.
A wild ride ensued, like taking a rollercoaster through a fireworks display during a hurricane made of incandescent Smarties. About half way to safety, something started following us - some roaring thing made of energy that was terrifying. But this turned out to be a good thing because, due to our speed and the numbers of colonists involved (tens of thousands), we'd become in danger of losing our way - but if we kept the screaming thing directly behind us we could use it as a marker to stay on course. At the end of the ride, the other seven wizards opened a door and led the colonists onto their new, safe world. Somebody, however, had to stay behind because a door so large could only be closed from this side.
I rushed to close the door before the screaming energy thing got there. It was close but I made it and then fled, going home by a different route. I had to go back to the now abandoned system we'd saved, traveling back in time, and slingshot around the black hole to come forward in time again and get home. Another wild ride, as anyone who's slingshotted around a black hole in interdimensional hyperspace will know, ensued. I lost the screaming energy thing at some point but it soon became apparent that I was absorbing so much energy myself that I was actuallybecoming the screaming energy thing, herding the seven wizards and the colonists (and my earlier self) towards safety.
I crashed out of hyperspace over the rescued colonists' new colony, which was roughly circular and divided into seven differently coloured slices like a pie chart, about a hundred years later. The wizards had suspected I'd return one day and so, in order to give me something to latch onto, they'd built an exact replica of my childhood village at the center of the new colony, so I headed for that.
At which point I found myself riding a motorcycle which was also a Ford Transit van and pulling up at a house on Smithy Corner to help somebody move house. Then I woke up.
