Traversing the Past at the Future End of the World?
What does a dream of an attempt to cross a bloody damn desert with an ex-wife, on bicycles, even mean? I even told her, the ex, Kristina, as well as my current wife, Faithlyn. Neither had any clear answers. Is the desert itself the primary character, a huge clue hiding within the subconscious in plain view? Or merely the stage upon with old issues reared themselves in the form of avatars?
The dream:
From what I remember, my dream started out with Kristina and I riding horses in the desert but the horses morphed quickly into bicycles. Handlebars grew out of the horses necks, the horses morphed into simple, two-wheeled machines, and before we knew it we were pedaling bikes. The change felt strangely normal, mundane, as if we had been riding horses turning into bicycles all along. The transition from animal to machine was so bloodless and without protest it was as if accomplished by futuristic magickal sorcery or by self-programming algorithms. The bicycles were old-fashioned bikes without gears. While adult bikes, they looked childlike with glittery tassels twirling from our handlebars. We pedaled down between boulders beneath clear blue skies.
Kristina and I were riding old school bicycles across the desert somewhere. It was a vast, sandy desert rimmed with rocks with clusters of thorny trees and cacti. The rock was the dark rock of the North Cascades, but the scenery reminded me more of Joshua Tree in Southern California or parts of New Mexico and Arizona. My ex and I must have been in great physical conditioning in the dream for one had to be physically fit to ride those old bikes down over rocks and across vast swaths of sand.
Our bicycles were draped in flowing, shimmery fabrics. The sky was sunny and bright. No clouds. The air felt warm and it was getting hotter. We both wore bandanas under wide brimmed hats, sunglasses, and baggy white clothes. Colorful gobs of dangling, swinging Mardi Gras beads swung around our necks and waists. Not practical at all for pedaling on old fashioned bikes! Wasn’t erotic, this dream with one of my former lovers in it as a character, as if we both sought to tamp it down for the sake of this mission. We felt the two of us were a team on a grand adventure…yet with serious business. Yes, serious business! We had to get across to the other side of the desert. Wasn’t clear what was on the other side. Wasn’t even clear what awaited us over there or why we had to cross over in the first place. While I used the pronoun “we,” yes, it was obviously singular me feeling as a plural we within this dream. There was a conscious, telepathic exchange of energy between the two characters in this dream, between me and my third ex-spouse.
No one else was in the dream, not even our current spouses, but we could feel our kids laughing and giggling in the distance on the wind. The kids! We had to go to our children! Including our stepchildren from previous marriages. We had to get everybody together in a new way by going across the desert to them. But here were were, just the two of us, each other’s ex-spouses, facing this crossing together as if we were back together as a team. We were a team of two on a mission with a singular purpose, which remains unclear. As we gripped our handlebars and stared across the desert, Kristina and I nodded at each other, and began to pedal again. I awoke. Had to pee. That was it. All I can recall. No more dream. What really awaited on the other side?
Related facts, relevant or not:
For what’s worth to help determine any meanings here, Kristina was my third wife. We were partners during a particularly intense time in both our lives. We’ve been apart for about 13 years now. Since then both of us have remarried, and we remain in each other’s now-adult children’s busy lives. At some point along the way we’ve also developed a somewhat close, post-divorce friendship. We don’t see each other much at all, but we’re able to talk about nearly anything. Our friendship doesn’t interfere in our current marriages. We last saw each other at a blended family gathering at Kristina’s house to celebrate Dylan’s visit out from New York City.
Dylan is the oldest of my three kids, and their mother is Vie, formerly Gwen, my second ex-wife. Vie and I also maintain a good friendship where we don’t see each other much although we all live in the same city. At this gathering was Dylan, Vie, Kristina, Kristina’s husband Brandon, me, my wife Faithlyn, Kristina’s mom, Jean, and our dear friend Syd. The only ones missing, really, are our other daughters Kate and Talia. The last time all of us had gotten together was last Christmas, more than half a year ago. This was also the first new dream with Kristina in it in over five years. I did have the same recurring dream that began over 5 years ago for a few years, but this one was a new dream altogether.
I did share this dream with both Kristina and Faithlyn. They were curious about it, but didn’t know what to say really. This dream was my dream. I dreamed the dream. My subconscious mind, at least my sleeping mind created the dream and chose what characters would exist within this dream. They didn’t dream the dream, my own mind did as it was mine.
Even so, this dream felt important due to the serious undertone felt beneath the festive outfits. What in the world did such crazy wonders mean? Probably was influenced from recently cleaning up old fotos and videos of all 3 kids dressed up in costumes singing and dancing back in the day. Oh, and read a news blurb a once famous actor, one who played in The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, one of my favorite movies from the early-mid 1990s, died earlier yesterday. The mind uses such things as props to tell a story to get one’s attention for a reason. Anyway, felt compelled to share this dream with my ex-wife as she doesn’t pop up in my dreams as much as you used to. Strange ol’ dream. Wonder what it means. No answers. No words. Only feelings.
First shared these dream details with my wife Faithlyn. For the past few days, Faithlyn has felt and still feels a psychic heaviness something significant and terrible is coming in this country over next few months, and we all need to get ready. She doesn’t know what it is, but feels in her bones this terrible coming has to do with her race, sex, immigrant status, and class under the current Trump regime. I’ve also sense things like this off and on for years, but they’re global, but sometimes nothing “answers,” nothing comes, and sometimes, however, they do.
For example, back when I worked in international finance, those of us in the field knew a major economic and financial collapse was coming.We knew such economic mayhem would trigger political and civil unrest. None of us knew when or how or what such an event would look like, but we thought we were prepared to avoid the worse of whatever may occur anyway. We thought we could ride out anything. We were also so caught up in the aura of profitable, short-term success we didn’t notice the housing bubble growing so big it burst in late 2007 and triggered a cascade of financial chaos. The Great Recession was on, and it ground on for many years longer than economists declared it over. The Wisconsin Insurrection broke out in February 2011, triggering a series of widespread protests leading to Occupy Wall Street later in September. This in turn morphed into Occupy Earth as demonstrations went nationwide and global. It became the Occupy Movement that burned on into 2012 and beyond for a few more years. This in turn fueled the First Black Lives Matter uprisings in 2012 and 2013 with the so-called War on Cops, oil train and coal car protests, and the Standing Rock rebellion with the allied “Water Wars” and “Pipeline Wars” into 2017 and even beyond. We knew all this was coming, could feel the inertia and inevitable momentum of this “coming” in our bones, but we didn’t know this would show up as a severe and prolonged recession followed by persistent, repeating outbreaks of mass nonviolent protests as well as violence in the streets. During this time Kristina and I lost our high-paying positions, discovered our investments had been embezzled, lost our two homes, lost our savings, and, eventually, after a series of personal tragedies including a scary house fire and onset of depression, we divorced. Perhaps ghostly echoes of this prolonged trauma, a period I called our “Hard Times,” in part laid the subconscious foundations for my dream of attempting to cross a desert with my then-wife from that difficult time.
We feel something heavy is coming again. Something very heavy. Faithlyn feels what’s coming has more to do with Trump and the MAGA cult destroying our constitutional democratic republic. It could involve civil war, world war, and/or another economic collapse followed by some religion-spiritual awakening.
I feel something else even bigger is coming, however, and such involves The Phenomenon, the umbrella term for NHI or Non-Human Intelligences of both biological and artificial or cyborg natures, UFOs/USOs, UAPs or Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena, and related mythic/psychic/magickal/paranormal & spiritual experiences with Consciousness and the Afterlife. Yes, it’s overwhelming at first, and it is all deeply interrelated with consciousness at the Nexus of it all. The NHIs have been emerging more and more, and more are on the way. As they’re non-human, they do not think or behave as humans or as humans would expect. We have a few strong ideas why these entities may involved themselves more in our daily lives, but the evidence is inconclusive.
Otherwise, it seems my odd dream with Kristina in it, or actually a character or avatar representing her, arises from two things. First, what seems obvious is my ex-wife and I still have some work to do to get over to the other side, altho what that means is anyone’s guess. Secondly, the seriousness of the dream implies a preparation for something big coming or already here but out of sight. And it’s gonna take time to cross that desert on bikes dressed like we were prancing around Burning Man or Coachella. As I forget most dreams without any noticeable consequences, usually when I remember them like this there is an element of prophecy or spillover from different times, even timelines. I tend not to dream about cigars being cigars. And, y’know, there’s an element of oh, whatever, right, because we’re already ready as much as can be. Without much clarity, however, what can one do except at least be emotionally, mentally, and spiritually ready? There are also different degrees of being physically and financially prepared as well. We all need to prepare to be prepared.
William Dudley Bass
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