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From the Afterlife at Grandma’s to a River in the Woods in Two Dreams

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Or was it one long crazy dream?

Awoke one Saturday morning in late August this year from two vivid and distinctly different back to back dreams with faint memories of an earlier third. The two dreams flowed one into the other. It was as if I was in one dream and then lucidly recognized within the dream I was yet in another dream. To be clear, I did not unconsciously exhibit any powers to change or redirect the event of my dreams. Nor did I consciously manifest any such powers to affect such changes. Instead, I ran forward into the future, if you will, to experience what may occur from my own curiosity. The urgency of the moment within these two dreams felt so real and compelling. In weird, strange, and bizarre ways, yet in a loving way, my dreams took me across different timelines from California with an ex-lover into the Afterlife to chat with the dead and with a movie star and my youngest to paddle a muddy river in Virginia. Felt mind bending, confusing, and loving.

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Dream of crossing a desert with an ex-wife

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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. Continue reading →

A Dream of a Remodeled Past

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What does dreaming of ex-wives and community housing mean?

I’m writing this on Wednesday night the 3rd of September 2025. All of what I have in my notes is unusually brief: 

Dream from Sunday AM
Me Gwen Kristina tour Orca Landing which is now Star/Sky
Sunday 8 June 2025

That’s it. What I do recall is the dream being intense and socially complex. It felt real, and dreams feeling real have an intensity about them. Yet I can tell the experience was a fantasy dream because two different locations were one single place. Within the dream, and in this “real” everyday life, however, we three are all divorced from each other, remain friends, and each one of us has married again to someone else. In this strange dream, however, we functioned as a triad to the point we walked side by side with me in the center. Continue reading →

Dreams, Time Travel, Ghost Cities, and Reality

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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. Continue reading →