December’s Dream: AI, Luddites, the Future, the Past, the Now

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.

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Ghosts and Hauntings at the Old Bass Family Farmhouse

Old Bass Family Farmhouse on a visit to Virginia from Seattle, December 2005. Foto by William Bass.

Old Bass Family Farmhouse on a visit to Virginia from Seattle, December 2005. Foto by William Bass.

A ghost, yes, an invisible ghost, scared me nearly all to pieces once upon a time back when I was a little kid. I was young, so you can laugh if you wanna, but I was well read and smart, too for being such a squirt. The way that ol’ ghost stomped down the hallway of an old farmhouse in my direction freaked me out. Made my big Frankenstein hearing aid SCREAM. I could hear this ghost, too. I could feel it, feel both the vibrations of the stomps and the cold blob of air moving along with it.

I was a young boy back in the mid-to-late1960s sometime. I don’t remember how many years old I was or what grade I attended in school. What I do recall, however, was the weather. It was Summertime. Lush, green Summertime! It must’ve been between grades. I reckon I was in late elementary school or maybe even early middle. Not sure. But it was Summer that I know. And a ghost scared the bedoobus outa my insides. This true story began late one afternoon.

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