When a dream seems more of a portal
than a fantasy during sleep

Had the strangest dream last night. This morning, actually. Monday morning, the 21st of April 2025. Seemed so real. So real. What does it mean? Sometimes a dream is just a dream, and sometimes one feels much more is going on deep down in the subconscious. Or maybe one’s dream opened into the astral realm. Perhaps the dream is prophetic. Or rich with the late Joseph Campbell’s mythos of the Hero’s (or Heroine’s) Journey. Then again, perhaps as Sigmund Freud supposedly declared over a hundred years ago, “Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.” The dream is just a dream. Or is it?

Inside the Dream:
Was busy working on the sales floor at the Downtown Seattle REI store, but inside didn’t seem like any place I recognized. At the same time, however, I seem to know it anyway in some weird fashion. The store seemed familiar and purposeful even tho I did not recognize the interior as the same Downtown Seattle store I worked at in real-life, in the awakened world. I remember being aware of this contradiction while dreaming this dream. Does such self-awareness of dream while dreaming define this as a lucid dream?

Was startled and awed by the superimposition of Ancient civilization from far away phased into the same timeline and geographical place in space as Postmodern, 21st Century Seattle, Washington. I felt the ghostly shadows and outlines of an Ancient Middle Eastern civilization transposed upon the Downtown Seattle REI store. Lots of old stone, clay, and brick buildings. Tall columns with arches and layers of stairs and stepped platforms and cobblestone streets. The old city was not in ruins, but alive as if I could step across time into both. The people native to this old, long ago city dressed in a mix vibrant colors and plain clothing. They moved with mundane purpose, and sometimes with excitement. Scenes shifted as if I was in a reel of some old documentary at the same time I watched it. Shifted in seconds. Another oddity was I navigated the corridors and spaces of both the REI Store and this ancient city with ease, as if it was natural. Didn’t felt weird in the dream. Felt weird while awake after the dream looking back. Customers actually in 21st Century Seattle only sensed the Store, not the transposition of the old city.

Then, within the dream I encountered a family of customers from Israel. Mother, father, & two preteens. They dressed as modern, contemporary Westerners. Spoke English with heavy Hebrew accents. The kids seemed bored, but their parents were cordial, friendly, even relieved, yet a little hesitant. Ended up speaking with the father mostly and some with the mother as the kids explored on their own. After they told me they were visiting from abroad, I had to ask.

“Israel. We are from Israel,” they replied. A flood of history surged thru my mind with images from the many wars, genocides, and population diasporas that forever plague the Middle East including those of Israelis and Palestinians. An image of the Middle East as the Hub of the World with the spokes of a vast global wheel all converging into broken wreckage. After all, Jerusalem itself is the Navel of the World. In my dream, I mentally moved past this reel of tragedies.

“Oh, wow,” I said. “Welcome, then.”

They thanked me. 

“Oh, where in Israel?” I asked.

“Edan. From Edan, Israel. We pronounce it with an ‘a,’ but it’s spelled with an ‘e.’” Therefore, Eden.

“Oh, one of my best friends here in Seattle is named Edan, spelled with an ‘a.’” From the Zebulun tribe. His Dad lives in Haifa. I would love to go visit there someday.”

Twice they told me what part of Israel their town or kibbutz of Edan/Eden is located, but I couldn’t understand their thick Hebrew accent. They were looking for products REI didn’t carry, and explained the best place to find those particular items are in grocery stores. They thanked me, and appreciated I didn’t try to sell them super expensive stuff. I told them I raised three kids myself and understood the necessity of parents being on a tighter budget than otherwise.

As we interacted within the dream, a hologram of being in a futuristic grocery store would sometimes pop up in the ghostly intersection of the old Ancient City and contemporary Seattle REI. Felt normal. Time traveling without a thought. Could feel it as one feels the breeze without thinking. Phasing in and out of light and shadow and buildings across different millennia. Stepping across from one timeline to another as easily as ghosts float thru giant stone walls.

After and Beyond the Dream:
Woke up from the dream and had to find “Edan, Israel” on a map. Was at least one part of my dream real? Was obsessed if anything in the dream was rooted in geographical facts. Only found several places, however, with two names where one was spelled Eden. Other places that responded to my online query were written only in Hebrew.  Such a strange dream. Within it time travel was as natural as night and day. Time travel along and between bifurcating timelines was part of the dream. Obviously this dream was influenced by me knowing friend Edan along with Israel’s prominence in my own current spiritual awakening, in the news, and in history. Am reading the new 2025 edition of The Anabaptist Community Bible, translated from Ancient forms of Hebrew, Aramaic, and Greek directly into Contemporary American English. This version bypassed the error-ridden King James Version altogether. As I waded thru Genesis on my way to Exodus, Edan’s historic, ancestral tribe of Zebulun kept showing up to capture my attention.

All of this melded with new reports coming out on time travel technology from UFO/UAP whistleblowers being kept contained because it actually is easy to mess up the timelines also most likely were an influenced upon my dream. According to top physicists, certain fields of New Physics are allegedly classified by compartmentalized facets of the U.S. Government in part because such knowledge would be disruptive, even destructive. Science fiction influenced by these theories also had unconscious effects upon me, such as brachiating timelines being policed by “the Time Variance Authority” in Marvel’s Loki TV series. How much were these in turn modeling and co-creating reality beyond conscious biological perception? So bizarre!

Don’t know what this dream means. The phrase, “Exodus, but not an Exodus” kept popping up in telepathic memory of this dream after being awake. What do I mean by a telepathic memory? It’s hearing, after walking up, a voice not with my ears and brain, but with my mind. I remember being spoken to telepathically. It’s the memory of a telepathic voice as real as my fingers typing this from my notes out into Apple Pages on my 2024 iMac. All cool, fascinating, and disturbingly strange Everything Everywhere All At Once, to quote the title of the 2022 absurdist action-comedy involving time traveling across parallel universes. 

“Exodus, but not an Exodus.”

In an odd synchronicity, I came across a video by what seemed happenstance of the famous late author Phillip K. Dick addressing the paranormal phenomena of us remembering events and people so vividly yet so disturbingly different from how others recall them back in 1977. He postulated we were really remembering our existence in alternative timelines branching across alternative realities within “a computer-programmed reality.” He sensed these constant brachiations bifurcating out sideways as well as in other directions. Dick’s ideas predated those in the 1999 cyberpunk syfy movie The Matrix and its influences from William Gibson’s 1984 novel, Neuromancer. 1993’s Holographic Universe Theory followed by 2003’s Simulated Universe Theory has been hone into Simulation Theory, we all exist within a gigantic cosmic computer simulation. Perhaps the simulation has gone rogue, or went out of control, or outlived its original Non-Human Intelligence creators, or is a runaway God of Algorithms. Who knows? So many influences! So many messages, indeed, hidden messages! Or is a dream just a dream where one’s subconscious mind vents forth chaos from order? Any clue here what is going on, anyone?

“Exodus, but not an Exodus.”

William Dudley Bass
Monday 21 April 2025
Wednesday 31 August 2025
Shoreline/Seattle, Washington
USA
Cascadia
Earth
Sol

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