Dream: Interdimensional Dragons

This doc I found appears to be the origin of the Dragon Time poem.

April 23rd 2022

I need to go to church. I need to go to church because it’s Sunday. But I can’t go to church, there are so many cars parked in the driveway. Who are all these people? I don’t know, but I have to go. My dad says that I have to go to church. He’s right. I do have to go to church. It’s still dark, early in the morning. It’s somewhere around 2:00am. I need to get going, church starts at noon. I can’t be late. I stand outside on the yard. I look at each of the cars, trying to determine which car is my car. I can’t figure it out. I decide to find out the sure-fire way. I’ll try to open easy car, only my car will open to me. The first car I try opens. I enter the seat, but I find something odd about it. The seat is tilted so that I am facing the ceiling and my legs are up in the air. I adjust my seat, but I just can’t get it right. Soon, I discover another problem. I’m not in the driver’s seat. I’m in the back seat. I thought I had gone in the front door. I must have mixed up front and back.

“Who’s there?” The voice of a man says from the front seats. The silhouette of a man sits up from where they were lying across to the two front seats. I answer, careful not to get the person angry. “S-sorry, it’s me. I thought this was my car.” I get out of the car and continue trying different cars. Some of them open, but my car keys don’t fit in the ignition. Some of them are locked. Some of them have people inside. Even if I do find my car, it’s probably stuck in the driveway, blocked by all of these cars behind it. There is no way I’ll be able to get to church today.

I go back inside to watch a movie to console myself. My dad tells me that I need to go to church. And I need to go to church even more so because I watched a movie. Now, I’m not sure where the leap logic came from. Me watching a movie makes it imperative that I go to church?

—

There is a hole in reality with a shimmering blue outline. It’s a portal. I go through and find myself in the middle of a metropolis at night. I’m in an alleyway. I understand that I am on one side of a conflict. I can’t recall what the conflict is, but I know I am somehow entangled. There is no one around, but I can feel acute danger.

—

I was at my Middle School and was at the age in which I attend Middle School. My childhood friend, also of an age in which it made sense for her to be at Middle School, was there as well. We went to our class, but something was wrong. The room was very dark and there were no chairs. It was not the shape and format of a classroom, but was a dark hallway with bookshelves jutting from the walls in the most inefficient fashion. Instead of the long side of the bookshelf sitting against the wall, the bookshelf would stretch into the middle of the hallway from the right wall, with only a little space to go around it on the left, at which point we’d find another bookshelf stretching from the left wall. Thus, it was a zig-zag path to get past these bookshelves.

My childhood friend groaned in annoyance at this, and she declared “If they wanted us to go to class, they wouldn’t have blocked our path. I’m going back home.” And with that, she turned around and left the classroom. Several other students followed her. I wanted to stay in class, so that I would get good grades, but I didn’t want to be alone. So I followed her as well. Instead of the normal path towards our homes in the neighborhood, we found ourselves in a muddy forest when we left the school building. This concerned me, but no one else seemed to pay it any mind. As we continued to walk, I saw no sign of civilization and was worried that we were lost. My friend assured me that she knew exactly where we were, but didn’t know how to describe in a way that I could understand.

Eventually, my fear overcame my desire to stay with the group. I decided to return back to school. No one wanted to come back with me. So I set off alone. It was easy to find my way back. I could see the muddy footprints and the smashed wet leaves. It was a clear trail leading back the way we came. But then the leaves became more scarce, and the mud became more solid, until I was walking on pavement with no prints or smashed leaves to guide my way. I looked up and saw that I was no longer walking in a forest, but I was in the middle of the street in a neighborhood. And I could see the school in the distance. I was so glad that I wasn’t lost anymore. However, this made me wonder. If I’m not in a forest anymore, where is everyone else. I look back towards where they were heading and see only a road with houses on each side. There is no forest, no muddy prints, no squished leaves. There is no mud nor leaves at all!

I fear that my friends are lost. I continue towards the school until I enter the parking lot. Three teenage girls of Middle School Age are leaving school and walking home on the road that I am on. I warn them that they could get lost like my friends, but they just laugh. They insist that they have walked this path home everyday for the entire time they’ve gone to Middle School. They are certain that they could never get lost. I can’t stop them, so I continue in through the parking lot and head towards the second entrance to the parking lot. I’m not sure why I’m doing this. This isn’t the way that my friends went, and it isn’t the way back to my classroom either. But I leave through that entrance and find a woman standing outside her house. I ask her if she knows about my friends, if perhaps they are this way. She nods and points down the sidewalk.

A group of teenagers of Middle School age are heading down the sidewalk towards school. It looks like they got turned around and are heading back this way, or they decided to return to school due to my example. However, I notice that my childhood friend isn’t among this group and I get worried. I wait as the entire group passes, it’s probably around 20 kids walking past me. I continue to wait even after they have passed me, and the woman is looking at me strange for staying in her yard for so long. Eventually, I do notice two more people heading this way on the sidewalk. It’s my childhood friend and one of her close friends.

I run over to them and express my concern for them. “I thought you got lost!” I exclaim. They dismiss my concerns. “Didn’t I tell you before? I’m not lost. I wasn’t then and I’m not now.” I don’t know how to respond to this, but they are returning. They are walking incredibly slow, so I make my way back to the classroom without them.

It’s still dark, but now a small group of people, some of which were from those that returned back to school, are gathered around a young man that is making gestures with his arms and hands while telling them a story. Or maybe it’s a lecture? This must be the teacher, but I’m not sure what they’re teaching. He speaks in vague terms about hidden truth and enlightenment. He exhorts us to seek enlightenment, so that we may learn the hidden truth for ourselves. I’m not sure how exactly we are supposed to do that, since he gives no suggestions on how to obtain this knowledge, only that it exists and is desirable.

Eventually, my childhood friend enters the room and the teacher scolds her for leading the class away to ignorance. My childhood friend is offended by this and complains bitterly about being told off.

—

As I contemplate this enlightenment, I decide to make my way through the zig-zag maze of bookshelves. Movement helps me think, after all. I am deep in thought when I reach the end of the bookshelves. In front of me is a… throne? A golden throne? Empty? The room is still as dark as ever. Some faint light that always seems to be coming from behind me no matter where I look, illuminates the area ever so slightly. I stare at the throne. What am I supposed to get from this? Is this where I am intended to reach enlightenment?

As I ponder, I feel like I am making progress. I have no clue as to what revelation I am reaching for, but I feel it getting closer. It’s like a word on the tip of your tongue. A word that looks familiar, that you know how it’s spelled, that you’ve seen before, but that you just can’t remember the meaning of. It’s like deja vu. It’s so familiar. It’s something that I feel like I should know, that I’ve always known but that I’ve just forgotten as of now. It’s like when you forget your own birthday, or your name. It’s something that is so obvious, but that despite everything, you have forgotten.

And then the veil parts. A shining hole in reality, and a face appears. At first I think it is the face of God. What else has such divine luster? But then I look closer, and see why I recognize it, why it all seemed so familiar. It’s me. It’s like I’m looking into a mirror. A mirror that is also a tear in reality glowing with supernatural light. In the hole, my eyes glow and I look so powerful.

Then I talk to the being in the mirror, and I hear myself. But the place where I hear myself is far away. My voice is like a faint echo. Then the entity responds, but I feel myself say the words which I hear so clearly. I get a strange sensation, like when I am playing with toys and make them “talk” to one another. It’s really just me talking to myself. And that’s what this is. I am talking to myself. I am in multiple places at once, talking to myself.

But what am I saying as I talk to myself? The face in the hole in reality tells me “You are needed somewhere else. Learning in school is great and all, but there are worlds that are under attack and they need all the help they can get.” I am not sure how I could help, but I agree to do what I can.

The hole opens wider and my connection to myself grows stronger. I can feel myself in multiple different worlds at once. It is a surreal experience. You could say it is an out of body experience, except that I was definitely in my body or bodies as it were. I fall through the hole and another hole opens up, sending me through to a new world.Brilliant light blinds me and the hole closes behind me, sealing the veil and my memories.

—

I stand up, blaster pistol by my side. My special ops suit is holding up nicely despite its lack of heavy armor. It relies on my speed to dodge enemy attacks, only lightly padding me to help a little against projectile attacks. What a terrible armor set. My enemy here is a bunch of giant bats. They can’t fly, they’re too big for that. They’re about the size of wolves. But in the same way that chickens can jump by flapping their wings, these giant bats can jump by slapping their wings as well. There are three of the buggers crawling over debris and crumpled cars towards me. I only have a blaster, but for creatures this weak, that’s all I need.

One of them screeches, then leaps into the air towards me. It has a high arc, the momentum of its fall is really what I need to look out for here. They don’t have thick fur or strength, but if they land on me from one of those high jumps, I would be knocked to the ground with such force that I might hit my head against a rock. I run to the right and fire up at it as it reaches the peak of its arc and begins to fall. It shapes its wings to fall towards me. Most of my shots miss. It’s hard to shoot a target moving like that while running to stay out of its trajectory. But I do manage a few hits on it. It doesn’t die, but it screams out in pain. I roll back to the left and it lands where I was just a few seconds ago. The two other giant bats join the action, leaping into the air as well. I’m not sure how many of them I can take at once.

I desperately fire at one of them as they arc in the air, but I keep missing. I fire again and again, one of the flashes of light from my blaster makes contact with the wing of the monster, and it stumbles in the air. It drops its trajectory and falls leftward instead of towards me. This victory is short lived. I feel a heavy weight crunch against my shoulders, slamming me to the ground. The last giant bat got me. I hear my spine crack beneath me.

—

I stand up, blaster pistol by my side. My special ops suit is holding up nicely despite its lack of heavy armor. My enemy here is a bunch of giant bats. There are three of the buggers crawling over debris and crumpled cars towards me. I only have a blaster, but for creatures this weak, that’s all I need. One of them screeches, then leaps into the air towards me. It has a high arc, the momentum of its fall is really what I need to look out for here.

I stand completely still as it jumps towards me. Standing still, it is easier to fire upon the moving target. I can track its trajectory easily. But aiming is still difficult with this pistol. The weapon is so small that it doesn’t have much surface area to distribute the force of the knockback. I fire 7 shots in rapid succession, only three of the shots actually hit, but it only takes three shots to kill one of these things. The creature goes limp in the air, and I step back as it falls to the ground in front of me.

—

I attempt a victory condition by completing the evac challenge. In this massive building, I activate the radio signal. I ignore the dialogue that I hear over the radio, as I call for evac and a speaker alerts everyone to gather onto the platform. They have to get there within 30 minutes or they’ll miss the evac.

—

—

Texts in which I detailed the last parts of the dream.

I just had a dream in which I was aware that I was dreaming.

At the time, I wanted to keep on dreaming because I thought that it would be great inspiration for stories.

But then my brother woke me up to type in the password for the computer.

Looking back, there is a bit I could use; but it isn't clear what I thought was so inspiring during the dream.

—

I only found out it was a dream because it was clear that things weren't real.

First, I was in a video game.

Second, the game glitched and started a minute long time loop. That's when I realized I was in a video game.

Then we sent someone out of the video game to get help, I'm not sure how we did that, but he was the only one who could escape.

For the longest time, we tried to break out of there.

Eventually, the man we sent to get help returned with a bunch of other men, who came to tell us a story.

But I was too busy walking on sharp stones and cacti to hear the story.

I did catch that we were all dragons. He also said that his daughter could sew up your back without causing you pain.

That didn't seem like a particularly special power.

Anyway, since we were in the game, even though it was multiplayer with everyone here also stuck in the glitched looping game, we could still open the menu and save or load games along with adjust setting.

I tried loading my most recent save, but that's how I ended up walking on sharp rocks and cacti, so that was clearly a mistake.

After that, I decided that loading saves wasn't a good idea.

—

Anyway, after the director came into the game and told a story, he went to the administrator menu and set everyone to the last chapter of the game: the credits.

While in the credits, I was still pretty beat up because I had fallen on my back against the sharp rocks and cacti.

So a young woman was sewing up my back, but she was having trouble because I was an ice dragon.

She told me to change my dragon type to something warmer.

Realizing I could do so, I did this. However, it became hard to focus, to stay one dragon type.

I kept changing types, and every time I did so, the stitches progress would be undone.

Eventually, I was able to keep my form as a yellow colored dragon. I asked her if she was the director's daughter, the one mentioned as being able to sew your back without causing you pain.

She said that she wasn't. I came to the conclusion that I must have not been feeling pain because I had been numb from being an ice dragon.

And from that moment forward, it hurt, it hurt like the sharp rocks and cacti hurt. It hurt like the times I died in the dream.

—

But then she finished sewing up my back as I kept my form and I slowly woke to consciousness while she told me about how I am lucky that she was able to fix me so I could get out because something had gone wrong when I entered the simulation.

I inquired what she meant.

She gestures towards a sleeping pod next to the one I was in.

"You were supposed to be cloned. That way, if you got stuck in the game, only the original, the one in the game, would be lost and we could still have you as your clone."

I describe how that is terrible since it inevitably means that if anyone ends up stuck in a game, it eventually find their way out, they'll be seeking vengeance against those who replaced him with a clone instead of saving him.

It occurs to me that because I wasn't cloned, this might have been the only reason why they came back to save us. If I had a clone, I might have been left in that game forever.

I open the menu and save the game, now that I am out and free.

That's when I realize, I could have escaped the game at anytime. I could have just loaded a save to before I was in the game.

—

We are still dragons, but we are currently in human form. We are in a house, it looks like it must be someone's home.

All of the people that had been trapped in the game with us are here. Their cloned are still sleeping the pods, awaiting to be awakened for the first time.

We sit at the dinner table to eat. The young woman that sewed my back talks about how as dragons, we have magical powers.

I decide to test it and playfully concentrate on a glass of water and shape my hands as though I using the Force. The water ripples in the cup for just a moment.

"Did I imagine it?" No, others noticed too, and they also began to try. Some of them causing water to tilt to one side of the cup as though gravity has been altered, but the only one to succeed is the young woman that sewed my back.

I have almost no success. I am more successful than most as I see a pink balloon that is on the ground, filled with air rather than helium. I am able to pull towards my waiting hands with the power of my mind.

"We're psychic?" I ask. The young woman nods. And she performs impossible stunts of moving the water in the cups with precision that I could never emulate.

But that can't be possible. I am the one to have first discovered it. How can she have already mastered it?

"You loaded a previous save and practiced this for days, didn't you? That's why you're so good at this."

That must be it. How else could she get so good at this in no time at all?

She laughs. "Wow, that's actually really close. No, I practiced while watching the Super Bowl a month from now, then I loaded this save to show off."

—

Now since we were dragons, we clearly must have lived in Hell.

I had been equating dragons to devils and demons in my mind during the dream, so somehow, I thought they were beings of pure evil.

God had killed the first dragon, the Leviathan. But the Leviathan just reloaded a save to before God killed him. Eventually, the Leviathan escaped. It is said that our ancestor, the Leviathan still roams the world, and God still kills him at every opportunity.

That is why I was surprised when two Angels broke into the house.

I could tell they were Angels because of what I had read in Ezekiel: too many wings, too many eyes, too many wheels, and whiter than white.

They were those mobile dry-erase white boards but it had wings that had eyes on them.

"Angels? What are they doing here in Hell?" I wondered aloud.

The young woman looked at me like I was stupid and said "Hell? This is Heaven. We kicked the divine out and stole their homes two months ago."

That made me scared. This meant that the Angels were coming to reclaim their home. That was much more terrifying than Angels coming down to Hell to fight dragons.

—

Most of the dream was actually the video game section before it got glitched. I still remember in detail what happened for hours before it glitched.

And the glitch was merely that there was an auto save when we reached a section of the map where we had to clear the landing platform of enemies for evac, but we only had a minute to do so. So every time we failed the mission, we would reload.

The problem was that my most recent save before that auto save was a long ways back in the desert section of the map since I had been relying on auto-saves almost the whole way.

The other problem was that during that 1-min fight I got knocked off the building by an explosion and hurled out of bounds. The game thought I was flying, cheating. So it banned everyone to an invulnerable storage room that we couldn't break out of.