What Does My Dream Mean?

well, it starts off with me and two of my friends going into town, we’re wondering around until we find this weird old bookshop. Its one of the best stores we’ve ever seen, old and forgotten books about literary everything that isn’t in the common library, so myths, fantasy, possible theories, witch craft, outer space creatures, ect. The lady that keeps the store is dressed in fairly ordinary clothing but she has some symbolic jewellery and tattoos. She pays us a great amount of attention and after a fairly short talk with her she figures out what we wish for at the present time, I wished to travel back in time to see my great great great grandfather or something. Somehow I wake up in a new body and i’m in a group of ordinary people, we’re trying to run away from someone or something. I realised that it must be around ww1 cause of the distant shootings and the clothes. It was terrifying, running through the forest, you were begging the ground to swallow you up so you wouldn’t be seen by the soldiers. At some point we do get caught by patrolling guard, they start shooting without a word of warning or a determine who you were. A few people got shot dead, but they didn’t realise they were dead, they turned pale but continued to go with us even though the rest of the living people didn’t see them anymore. Just their calling cries to the backs of the living, and still they didn’t realise they were dead. Some time later I see the witch again before I get to even ask her she sends me to another fraction of time. I meet my two other friends, we’re shocked, still trembling from the place we were. All three of us travelled to a different time and place. Eventually we got walking and entered a park where there was a single dim light. This light turned out to be some strange creature, an alien of some sort. It quickly wrapped around us and talked through our heads. You could actually feel it scanning through your last thoughts. It let go of my friends and held me, then it suddenly disappeared. Even more scared we made it to the city, it felt like we were gone for at least a week, turns out we missed a couple hours. Then we start to lose feeling in our limbs. I looked down at my hands and my skin was going transparent and my veins were glowing from within. It was so bizarre and frightening. We got back into town and got to the bookshop, the witch was just sitting there sipping a cup of liquid with a smirk on her face. “Dared to call out to me? You were perfect ingredients for this. Full of the ol’ black bad luck.” Soon after, without a sound a couple of men in fine cut black suits came. We just followed them without a word, its like we didn’t have any natural defence. Like lab rats they sent us to run tests and analysis. The scientists and every person in there looked at us with sympathy, horror, and disbelief. But it wasn’t anyway near as terrible as those emotions when we found out that we were dying. Literary disappearing. The single touch of that alien, plus the imprinted fear from our time travelling experience made us the perfect food for the alien or the desired material the alien wanted to transfer elsewhere. Telling us we had less than 48hours to live, it made you speechless.
I went to meet with my friends. They asked about the device stuck to the flesh on my back. A tracker, to know where ever in hell I would go. It was a beautiful day, I asked myself how could this be the last time I see my friends, the sun, blue skies. I’m dying. Disappearing. I just cried, there was nothing I could do to escape death. I went back home and slept. (during the night I must have half woken up, I felt my back and “thought” I felt the tracker, such a horrible feeling came over me) I woke up, limbs almost transparent, veins glowing, tracing my whole body. I came to my mother and just cried, she didn’t know what to do with me. Everyone around me were clueless on what was happening to me the fbi didn’t tell anyone and I couldn’t turn my tongue to say what happened. So there I was lying in hospital, blurring in and out, the transparency was taking over my main organs and I knew if I drifted to sleep in that hospital bed that would be the end.