Four major dreams and a hint of others to contemplate upon, wonder about, and prepare our shared awareness for beyond the morrow
Dream from a Friday morning on the 1st of May 2026 C.E.
Rock climbing indoors. The rock morphs, changes as I climb, and the feeling goes from fun to surprise to desperation. I must not fall.
Am climbing a smooth, concrete column. My body grips the column tightly as I wiggle like a monkey pretending to be a snake.
The rock morphs and am now between two narrow stone walls indoors. A tight chimney squeeze of sorts. Classic rock climbing outdoors!
Then it morphs again. One wall stays put. The other turns back into a smooth, concrete column. My body is between this. It’s tight, but I can push-pull-push my way up. Narrow gap behind my back with my back up against the wall behind me. The gap widens. Soon I’d lose purchase. How would one move out without slipping and falling?
I realize I am inside an enormous building like an airplane hangar. It is well lit and bare. There are supposed to be silvery flying saucer UFOs parked there like historic UFO whistleblower Bob Lazar claims in real life.
People from work in there loading and unloading big cardboard boxes. Some are from where I work at the Downtown Seattle REI store. Two I recognize as Jeremy and Dave. That’s strange. Never had a dream with those two in it before, so am surprised. Those very thoughts were also experienced within the dream.
My Mom was there in the hangar, too, as a much younger person.
There was an older woman in background, elderly but full of energy. Couldn’t make out her face clearly. Didn’t recognize her. Don’t recall after the dream.
Faithlyn was present, felt her there, but didn’t actually see her in the dream. I woke up. Thought immediately about the intersections in real life of religion, spirituality, cosmology, physics, technology, and the mysteries of Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena and Non-Human Intelligence. As if the same train of thought within the dream continued beyond the dream itself into the waking awareness of today’s here-now.
Dreams from Saturday morning on the 2nd of May 2026 C.E.
Woke up and vaguely remember a series of 3 or 4 dreams from last night.
The last dream involved my current wife Faithlyn, who in real life can’t swim. In real life she drowned twice in one summer when she was 12 years old. Swimming pool mishaps.
In this dream, we were on a deep, narrow canal like a channel of the Mississippi River down in the Delta area near the Gulf and below New Orleans. Industrial area. We’re on a wooden deck surrounded by thick, coiled ropes and rusty, metal machinery with stacks of parts. No one else was there. The canal opened up into a vast lake-like body of water. Current flowed swiftly. Muddy water. Industrial pollutants. Water churned down the canal.
Faithlyn – with just her natural hair and no wig or extensions, leaned over and dove into the river with grace and confidence. Without a word to me first that I could hear. She’s Deaf and I’m Hard of Hearing. She wore a white, gossamer outfit with shoulder straps. Her shoulders arms upper back upper chest were bare outside those thin, white straps.
The water she dove into was turbulent. Squirrely. Unnervingly so. She swam around in it, however, as if it wasn’t anything to fret about at all. Then she jetted down with a gush of river water into the lake. There my wife swam around in the lake part below the canal just laughing and laughing.
I considered jumping in, imagining being submerged after jumping in muddy, nasty water with sunlight barely penetrating sediment and pollution. My wife, however, didn’t need rescuing. She was fine. Soon enough she swam over the edge of the dock, pulled herself up, and climbed out with the sun reflecting and shimmering off her dazzling, wet, dark, brown skin.
I woke up.
Later in late May, the week before Memorial Day:
Remembered having several dreams. All felt like a homecoming mixed with unexpected adventure, but was unable to recall anything except one image: my wife Faithlyn is dressed in all white as she moves as if an angel in space, yet without wings, yet without any noticeable NF1. No ground, no buildings or plants or animals, just the vastness of the Cosmos but without any light. She emanates light. She is light. She moves towards me as I stay fixed in one spot rooted in time and place. I do not feel stuck; I’m just there. I awake. Lay there in bed opening my eyes like a fish out of water. Why am I back in this life? Yet all feels calm. Serene. Tranquility. Those brief events experienced in the dream all seem to exist for less than seconds. Less than nanoseconds. Less than what waking consciousness measures as time, puny time, yes puny, puny, nonexistent time.
Dream over the Memorial Day weekend…
Friday or Saturday night; don’t recall which day as I have severe dyscalculia and time blindness from severe/complex ADHD.
Am on a residential city street in a Seattle neighborhood of Craftsman cottage or bungalow style homes (most were constructed by and for working class families in the early Twentieth Century especially after the 1909 Alaska-Yukon Pacific Exposition when Seattle’s population tripled). The skies were cloudy and gray with swirls of white. The temperature was comfortably cool, not too chilly, and there wasn’t any rain falling. Sweater weather. Football weather, sort of.
I was standing in the street near my parked car. At first was curious and puzzled why in the world was I there as I currently live up in the Westminster area in southern Shoreline. I do not know what neighborhood I’m in now except it’s clearly a typical Seattle residential neighborhood. Then suddenly realized I stood in a parallel reality where, in this alternate reality, I did live in this particular neighborhood. This dream neighborhood was populated with streets full of hundred-plus year craftsman bungalows surrounded by lush shrubbery and flowers and trees, even weeds.
As I looked up the street, a car door opened. A robust, physically fit, athletic, middle-aged woman in short, wavy hair began to get out of her car. One foot on the road. Kara. From the past. Old jobs. She saw me, and she looked so sad. We made eye contact. Neither of us moved as we just gazed at each other. She was someone I’ve always liked as a person in real life back when we worked she helped my family and I out back when our house burned down back in March 2020, and she was a jovial fun personality. Brilliant. Grew up in a union family in the Upper Midwest. Was my boss once upon a time. The sad, lonesome expression then shifted into a wry grin as she moved to get out of her car and stand up. Have expected her growing kids to leap out of the back seat full of energy as if they were still in some kind of outdoorsy slide show.
Before she actually stood up in the street I woke up in my bed alone back in my current spacetime reality. Wondered for whatever reason did I dream of a former boss at work, and what was the connection, if any, to the first dream I remembered in this month of May with some coworkers in it.
Sure did enjoy my coffee this morning. Stumptown Holler Mountain. Black with a few ice cubes.
William Dudley Bass
Fri-Sat 1-2 May 2026
Thursday 28 May 2026
Saturday 30 May 2026
Shoreline/Seattle, WA
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