One of my ultra-vivid dreams has just re-entered my head. Last night, I was teleporting! Both as an onlooker – was sitting at a table of four in a restaurant and was rocked by the rush of air filling the vacuum left as my neighbour teleported out – and as a teleportee myself.
Being teleported isn’t just a case of disappearing in one place and appearing in another, it seems. It feels like a giant hand has grasped you from behind and whisked you rapidly upwards, then you sort of crumble into a mass of particles like a swarm of blackfly which then do the whole dematerialising thing. The dream didn’t last long enough to find out where I went, though.