Blue_Opossum

Morning of September 1, 2013. Sunday.



This was recent (last night - seemingly night-long and into the morning), and, like a lot of my dreams, had so many scenes and details, it would likely fill at least twenty pages, so the best thing to do is describe some of the basics and the more “intimate” or more “dominant” scenes.

I somehow end up on an alternate Earth. This alternate Earth is not of the “twin planet” or “shadow planet” variety of past dreams (always in orbit on the opposite side of the sun according to some theories), but in a different dimension of which everything keeps going into an infinite number of other dimensions with endless other “Earths” with the idea that all of space (in “this” universe) is connected to other universes in wave constructs and is represented in theory by a mirror held up to another mirror - which supposedly shows infinity, where each image is duplicated back on itself - yet each alternate Earth in its own part of the infinite wave rather than being only an otherwise identical reflection. Much is the same (language, countries, and mainstream business seems the same), except that the society is fairly different in some ways, such as being more tribal and hunter-oriented (at least in some regions) with older types of weapons, which actually is quite anachronistic considering the higher (more advanced than in real life) technology I see later in my dream, although I guess it is all normal to them in overall orientation. Still, the mentality at times seems rather “primitive” in terms of a more “shallow”/fearful view of strangers and I do not think there are automobiles or certain other inventions. Also, certain types of food, plants, and so on, are quite different.

This almost seems like a very long “life review”, as many scenes relate to my early childhood and young adult years as well as more recent.

The first parts are about my first arriving on the alternate Earth. A couple people help me by keeping me safe from otherwise friendly hunting groups who may be dangerously afraid of my presence and attack me or keep me prisoner. They actually seem almost like cavemen in furs and “primitive” jewelry but with hunting gear from the 1920s. A lady nearly eighty years old seems to give me the most information on my new “home” and where to go before preparing to meet the members of this alternate society. There is some sort of fungus they collect which is used as the “cheese” of this world and collected mostly from the ground near certain forests. At one point, it looks like popcorn lying about on the ground everywhere. Even so, the older lady rudely claims that cheese is just a myth (even though it is visible everywhere - although it is possible she means real cheese which the inhabitants of this world forgot how to make, so it eventually became only legend).

A couple of smaller “monkeys”, but which are also supposedly adult humans (just from a different “tribe”), walk by me with spears (with no threat implied) - seeming just a little more human than monkey, but are only about three feet tall. They openly urinate in close proximity and I become annoyed. This reminded me of a real life period back in school where we had small monkeys in a large cage. They often came close to the students to dig into their shirt pockets.

I cross a truncated bridge nearly to the end, by hanging with my hands (even fingertips) - yet somehow moving along without falling. This is across from another similar (but newer?) structure. My wife is there (although likely the alternate Earth’s “version”) watching from near the bay. I finally get too tired to go on much farther, which does not matter as I have reached the end of the structure anyway. I land on a concrete platform - which is much closer than first thought so that I seemingly only fall about a foot - that serves as some sort of pylon. An elephant walks around on it and for a short time I am concerned I will be stepped on. This goes back to my early childhood in real life where my parents took me to see a trainer with an elephant in the parking lot of a store a few times (photos were taken) but which I was afraid at first and yelling for my parents to close the windows of the car. Also, I only recently caught the play on elephant’s trunk and the word “truncated”, as the elephant was on the last section of the bridge-like structure.

There also seems to be a slight connection to the Echo and the Bunnymen song “Silver”, relating to lines such as “My planet sweet on a silver salver”, “You’re living proof at my fingertips”, “Food for survival thought, mapped out the place where I planned to stay, all the way, well behaved, just in case it slips away…” and I am vaguely aware of its “distant” music at times.

We (again, my “alternate” wife?) and I meet a president-like character. It is revealed that he needs someone who can speak Russian, so I take the role after my wife advises him. He first needs to know the word for “goodbye” for some reason, which is “dasvidaniya”. I also tell him several other words and phrases which he repeats, such as “thank you” (spasibo, but said as “spasiba” as with many spellings ending in “o”), “horosho”, etc. Eventually, he already seems fluent in Russian and turns around to say “Chto (shto) vy znaete o Rossi” (“What do you know about Russia?”) and I suddenly “get” that I am Henry Spencer from “Eraserhead” so I answer by saying “Oh, I don’t know much of anything” which he responds with “Chto delat?” (“What is to be done?”)

The stocky president-like character and I are having another conversation later on. I ask if he is familiar with Russia and if Russia is bigger (making motions with my hands moving out to indicate being of a larger size). Oddly, this seems after the previous scene of the potential of becoming an interpreter (Russian) for this character or is just asynchronous as many dreams are, relative to some sort of “rotational practice” before a later “version” of the same dream (anyway, relating to the alternate Earth of which is thus far very much like “my” Earth historically). At any rate, I ask him about past conflicts and everything is going normally in historical discussion. However, when I mention “Europe”, he looks at me oddly and decides that I am making a clever joke when I talk about the war. He says that that is why he likes me, because I am amusing and have a good sense of humor. I have no idea what he means. I determine that either Europe does not exist on this alternate Earth, that “Europe” means something else in this alternate form of English, I am somehow actually in Western Europe without having known it to this point, or that particular conflicts never occurred (with a strong emphasis on this last idea relative to the smile he has, seeming to indicate Western Europe is the main force of diplomatic relations through all of history in this alternate world).

A later scene involves this alternate Earth being in trouble because of my presence and causing alterations in electromagnetic fields and gravity itself. I see all these changes on a large monitor, along with smaller monitors, similar to a train station - setup via satellite feed. The bottom of the Earth is warping and becoming black at times - there are silver grid lines related to latitude and longitude which also darken and twist even though they are otherwise “imaginary lines”. The alternate Earth, in its twisting, actually seems fluid at times as it almost seems to twist and warp downwards in implied spiral patterns - or maybe it is only the monitor’s satellite feed distortion showing this effect. As I stand there, I can feel the Earth stop and start again. Darkness falls, but then it is daylight again. People are concerned, but we do not seem to be in immediate danger even though the bottom of the planet looks completely destroyed - but it just “warps back” with no significant casualties yet.

A supposed “solution” is to send me away as soon as possible back to my own dimension/universe via a rocket or some such (actually - an alien spacecraft that had landed or crashed years prior to my arrival). However, I am fully aware that the plan is not feasible but follow the president-like figure anyway (who reminds me more and more of Hoyt Axton as he looked in the last days of his life). We go to a far more futuristic building, with a series of automatic doors (reminding me a bit of the opening of the “Get Smart” TV series, but more realistic and silver-oriented, with “smoother technology”). We come to the end of a hall where an alien had been kept for many years. The alien prisoner is like a cross between human and squid, about five feet tall. I wave at him and for the first time in captivity, he seems to relax and waves back with his “fingers” which are small tentacles. He says “Fahkwa”, “Farkwa” or “Farqua” - which seems to indicate his name, his present health status, or perhaps where he is from. This is the one time before in the alternate Earth’s history that a “visitor from elsewhere” other than me was present. However, the creature is not from “my” universe. The other people are glad that I have established communication with him even though he had been kept prisoner all that time. Maybe now, they will work to get him home as well.

Eventually, I understand that the way to save this alternate universe (and stabilize it) is to simply wake up - and so I do.

This dream, as well as seemingly being a very long “life review” type (yet with no precise theme or meaning), also seemed to be a large and near-perfect integrated combination of a number of movies, including: “The Stranger” (1973 TV pilot), “The Philadelphia Experiment” (1984), “Prince of Darkness” (1987), “The Lake” (1998 TV), “The Astronaut’s Wife” (1999), “Another Earth” (2011), and “Area 51” (2013).

It also brings to mind (on a much lower scale) “Melancholia”, although far more like “When Worlds Collide” (1951) than the twin planet/twin dimension themes.

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