I am not claiming that I time traveled but I did have a strange experience that is along those lines. A couple of years ago I had a very weird dream that has never went away. I have had weird premonition dreams before and deja'vu but I usually chalk it up to coincidence since I usually know that I am dreaming when I am having the dream. This one was very different though. My dream started out with me getting sucked into a worm hole like thing (think Stargate) that seemed to go on forever. When it stopped I was standing in the middle of Washington D.C. (I have never been to D.C. but a Google map satellite view the next day showed that the locations of the monuments in my dreams were fairly accurate.) I was looking around and buildings were on fire, there was rioting in the street, and chaos ensued. I was scared, I had never felt fear like this before. I was standing there frozen before I heard gun shots and I dropped down to a ball and started to cry (I wish at this point I would have turned into a bad ass that tried to save the world, but unfortunately not; I became a wimp.) A man grabbed my arm and drug me behind a car. I felt a sharp pain in my foot and looked down to see a piece of glass in the bottom of my barefoot (I was wearing what I wore to bed which included no shoes). I yanked the piece of glass out and the man handed me a band-aid from a small makeshift first-aid kit. I looked up at him to say thank you and realized that he had been talking to me but I couldn't hear him because of all the noise around me and the shock. I leaned closer and shouted that I couldn't hear him and he yelled back what looked like for me to follow him. I was so lost, scared, and confused I felt like I had no choice but to follow; so I did. We ran inside a building that was occupied by people that looked like they had not had a shower or a good meal in a few days. They seemed determined but miserable. There was chatter between them and I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't concentrate but I picked up words and phrases like "Resistance" "Don't know how much longer" and "We can't give up". My mind was racing and I was feeling dizzy, nauseated, and sick. I sat down on a couch and leaned over a coffee table with my head in my hands. Trying to calm myself down I stared down at a TIME magazine that had a picture of a man who I assumed was a pope based on how he was dressed. I kept trying to get my eyes and mind focused on one thing but I was struggling. My eyes landed on the date of the magazine and I don't remember the day but I remember seeing October 2023. The last thing I remember is throwing up on the floor between my knees and passing out. I felt a violent jerking before sitting up in bed and realizing I was safe in my bed. A lot of the details have faded away but I will never forget the strong emotions and extremely real senses.