Dreams from Parallel Universes

Love bleeds out between universes, and what is reality, really? And what is consciousness?

Had the strangest dream last night or rather early this morning as I slept over 9 hours finally. Have struggled for years with sleep deprivation and insomnia, but as I’ve gotten older I often feel sick after only three hours of sleep. But last night slept a heavenly 9 hours and 6 minutes although an additional 1 hour and 19 minutes were spent awake. My Apple Watch monitor tech, however, showed 52 minutes of Deep Sleep, 5 hours 32 minutes of Core Sleep, and, yes!, 2 hours and 42 minutes of REM Sleep. REM, Rapid Eye Movement, the phase most dreams occur. Often I woke up because I had to go pee, and sometimes because my shoulders and hips got uncomfortable or my legs and feet got twitchy. One of the weirdest, most remarkable part of this sleep cycle was every time I fell back asleep after waking up I fell back into the same dream I woke up from. Furthermore I didn’t simply fall back into the same dream but fell back into the same parallel Planet Earth in the same parallel universe as an alternate reality. Even felt the characters within the dream sensed my presence, my consciousness, the avatar or person that represents the real me was absent, missing, and they awaited my return. Ever have such a dream, you? Continue reading

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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