The enigma of Consciousness seems to connect all unconsciously

Awoke Sunday morning on the 28th of December 2025 from a bizarre dream bridging a tangle of alternate timelines in parallel universes. My dream began in 1980s rural Virginia and ended in futuristic 2070s Chongqing, China.

My 3rd ex-wife (and still good friend) Kristina was in a my dream last night. Dreamt we were still married and living in a parallel multidimensional universe on a farm. This farm was my family’s Riverview Dairy in 1980s Prince Edward County, Virginia, but for us it was the 2030s yet she and I were both 30 years old. In real-life we are 9 and a half years apart in age, I’m 66 now, and we live in the Seattle, Washington metro area in the mid-2020s. Both of us have since remarried, although to other people.

In my dream, we walked around in a field of lush alfalfa and clover rimmed with wild grasses and honeysuckle. We were similarly dressed in work jeans, T-shirts, with open, unbuttoned flannel shirts with the sleeves rolled up. Kristina’s T-shirt was bright blue. My hair was thick and wavy and my face clean-shaven. Kristina’s hair was long and hung loose around her shoulders. The white-painted, wood-plank cow barn, milk house, sheds and stables, and the old Bass farmhouse, all with silvery tin roofs, stood in the background exactly as they used to be in my prime universe. As was the old trailer below us on the edge of this field my first ex-wife Margaret Rose and I used to live in back in the early-to-mid 1980s when I was in my 20s. Yet Margaret wasn’t anywhere in this dream nor was my family of origin. I remember feeling slightly confused within the dream because I was self-aware within this dream the timelines did not match up. Only Kristina from Seattle was living on this 1980s Virginia farm. Not even my other ex, Gwen, and none of our children, nor my current wife Faithlyn, or Kristina’s current husband Brandon. In fact I didn’t see any other people on this farm in this particular universe/timeline. They were, however, still all in today’s Prime Universe. The Prime Universe, in this context, is the location of my current, awakened self-aware reality as I consciously live within it. My dream gripped my mind with its intense energy and vivid, even lurid details.

Kristina, in this alternate reality, wanted us to get rid of all our cars and machinery. She wanted us to give up all electric appliances, all electronics, to destroy them and go back to the Stone Age. I felt dismay and surprise. I did not want to do any of those things; didn’t want to go back to the Stone Age. Couldn’t understand why anyone would desire to live so primitively for the remainder of their lives. Felt deeply sad and depressed. Thought quietly to myself, oh no, I couldn’t live like that, can’t live like that, no, no, no way. Kristina, however, was passionate and methodical in her stand to remove all electrical power and electrical devices from all of our lives.

She didn’t present any reasons or explanations for seeking to do so. But the sun was shining and the skies were blue with white, fluffy clouds, the air felt warm, and we felt erotic in a primal way. We could feel the energy taking over our bodies. We laughed, quickly pulled each other close, and began to make out in the field amidst the smell of honeysuckle. The sexual energy felt high, and in seconds Kristina vanished along with all of our surroundings. Gone! All gone. With a flash, I was instantly a much, much older man with short hair and a huge, white, pointy beard zipping around in a flying car in an enormous futuristic city in China.

In the dream, I remembered reading several articles by tourists and architects about what they called “the most futuristic city in the world.” Within the dream, however, was unable to remember the name of the city. Looked it up after awakening from the dream and quickly recognized this massive city as Chongqing, located in the western interior of south-central China. The time in the dream, however, was the 2070s. I was well over one hundred years old and trapped in a nightmare of perpetual work as a consequence of human lifespan extension. Suddenly wanted to be back in 1980s farm country Virginia, but here I was a healthy old man in this flying robocar with two other white guys, all of us in suits, one youngish and the other middle-aged. All three of us dreaded going to work inside closed-off cubicle in an office building honeycombed with cubicles as if we were worker bees with an AI boss reprogramming our biology. The robocar was the color red as it flew between towering skyscrapers, and turned shiny black as it settled down to drive on the streets below.

The dream now felt nightmarish. I so wanted to be back in that field on the farm where Kristina wanted us to get rid of everything electrical. Instead, the three of us got out of the robocar after its gull-winged doors lifted open and up. The city felt different down at street level. While flying thru the air, the upper, higher part of the buildings were a dense, glowing kaleidoscope of brightly colored neon lights. The city sprawled across steep hills above the Yangtze River Gorge as if alive. Chongqing was beautiful. Numerous skybridges connected hundreds of glowing towers. Bridges and cable cars crisscrossed the huge, deep Yangtze. Down low at street level, however, it felt dark and gloomy with few lights. Misty, damp fog began to roll in to fill the river valley. Didn’t see any people running around, not even animals, just those two other men in suits with me. What happened to all the humans? There were tens of millions of people living here back in my prime time. The three of us walked thru a glass wall as if it wasn’t there, there weren’t any doors, and we felt ourselves rising up and zooming off in different directions to work in separate offices. Each office was isolated and felt confining. AI was Master.

Became aware back while we still were flying thru the city the three of us never once spoke or tried to speak. I realized each one of us hd been walled off, severed in some kind of weird, creepy way, and connected individually and separately NOT to each other but directly to our AI boss. The only way the three of us men were able to communicate was thru facial expressions and body language. The expressions on our faces shifted between terror and forced blankness as it became apparent none of us were comfortable looking at each other eye to eye.

Next I was watching myself – me back to being in my present life in the Prime Universe in 2025 Seattle – watching my elder, bearded self in the parallel universe recede into the distance inside telescoping layers of square cubicles made from darkened nanomaterial. I watched myself in alternate Chongqing grip my keyboard in fright as the square cubicle shrunk down around me. My black suit, white button-up shirt, and black tie felt strange and out of place. My fingers clutched the air, too terrified to type, and I saw my eyes grow wide with terror as I was squished down into tiny, telescoping, black boxes with my white beard distending too far forward to be normal until I saw myself vanish and wink out of existence.

Had a flash of insight Kristina back on the farm had prescient visions of AI taking over the planet and harnessing all energy production to power its ever-growing needs, so she, or whatever aspects she represented within my dream, unconsciously somehow sought to avoid such an outcome. It was as if we had to become Luddites and go all the way back to before any machines and electricity. We humans couldn’t just stop ourselves halfway. We’re driven to go as far as we can push and then further still because we can because we choose to and we will. So back to the Stone Age? Noooooo! The inevitable Neolithic Revolution was a terrible and violent time of incessant warfare as well as settling down to farm and build. Didn’t want to go back to those years of emerging from the Ice Age. Then I awoke from my dream to go pee. Had to go really bad, too.

Very strange dream. What could it possibly mean?

When I shared some of this with my ex via text messaging, she responded with, “Thanks for sharing your dream. Sounds like quite an adventure of many parallel lifetimes. Working stuff out in your subconscious.”

I texted back, “Was a complex affair. As I began to remember more & more of it, will write it all down. At the moment, based on all the details including all the pieces have not yet shared with you, I think this dream was me wrestling with concerns over AI; the AI & crypto bubbles, the enormous AI demand for electric power, and AI/Crypto’s dual enormous demand for server farms consuming staggering acreage of flat land. All are concerns inc multiple AIs competing for world domination. If we got rid of all electricity, no electronics & thus no algos, no AIs, no computers, no robots.

“You in my dream isn’t really you, of course, or about you. Probably represents my perception into alternate “realities.” You often show up in my dreams as either with erotic playfulness or we work together discerning deep, intellectual or psychospiritual experiences. Yup, always working thru decades of stuff! LOL”

Also, in light of theories and experiences in regards to collective unconscious as well as collective consciousness, my wife Faithlyn had a strange dream about the same time as me. Her dream centered around a bridge under construction. The bridge was over a wide river surrounded by woods in winter. She made it across the bridge to do what she had to do, but was unable to get back home. As if we’re all racing too fast, too far into a technological future already transforming our lives to the point we lose control of our abilities to weigh rewards and costs and balance pros and cons.

William Dudley Bass 
Sunday 28 December 2025
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Shoreline/Seattle, WA
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