DLB 13 Inception: The Mars Journey

In this blog I am publishing a journal entry that I made some months ago on a very particularly powerful dream I had. I keep feeling compelled to try and expand and complete this dream I had previously failed to capture in detail using ink. Memory has served me well enough though to preserve so much of it and so again I will attempt to share it without looking back...

The dream took shape and I believe I was in a small town similar to Carlton, Oregon, a place I spent several years growing up during my adolescence.

I was traversing rooftops in a mischievous attempt to cause an altercation between some hoodlums that had earlier bared me ill-will. Suddenly, there was cause to leave, perhaps I was successful or perhaps they noticed me. Whatever the case I descended from the rooftop and made my way to the intersection nearby. A white pick-up truck with a man picked me up and began heading to the countryside. For what reason I got into the truck or how is lost to the ether.

The journey had just began and, much to my captivated interest, I took quick notice of a bright "shooting star" moving in the daylight sky which had I had become accustomed to from some of my prior dreams. Gazing upon this star like object placed me in, what has at this point become a usual state of mentally jarring awe. It's the only way I can describe this sensation which has occurred in dreams previous which signified a "visitor" had entered my dream to convey possibly some message with me.

Still traveling in the truck I watched with contentment as this "shooting star" proceeded forward and a large armada of seemingly military space vessels that began to materialize into existence. Simultaneously an equally intimidating and opposing armada of military space vessels of definitively different origins had all appeared within short distance from the star.

 

A Ship Similar to the Show Firefly

 

Conflict appeared inevitable and just as it appeared all hell would break loose, a small vessel broke away from one of the armadas and swooped directly next to the truck. It slowed down and kept pace with the truck. The vessel was so close to me I was able to make out who the pilot was... "It's me? My future self perhaps?" It maneuvered and I was somehow taken aboard from the truck with ease and quickly whisked into another reality.

 

The impending ominous battle of the two giant armadas was finally erupting at our back as I was being flown away into space. The journey was short as memory goes and we soon we were coursing above and through an immense city of technological superiority that appeared far superior to human capability on earth. It featured several curved and cylindrical engineering marvels of typical science fiction fashion. Tube structures for transportation connected to several structures and flying personal ships seemed to be moving all about. I was gripped with some feeling of despair however amongst all this wonder. The landscape seemed completely desolate, smog or the appearance of pollution, and the waters, not littered with garbage, but an unhealthy murkiness and brown discoloration. It was a red, dirty, dusty planet that seemed to be dying and I could feel it. I would certainly say that this landscape is exactly how many might imagine the decaying Martian landscape and civilization may have appeared before whatever great cataclysm finally brought it to an end.

Once we landed on a platform on some such building as illustrated above I had no chance to speak with my future self. Disappointing, but I expressed no concern over the matter. I was under the impression that he had left with the ship once I was escorted off. Once inside the structure, to describe it, just about everything in the interior had the color and sheen of a peach, white gold or bronze. Walking across the tiled floor felt like a material that was soft and pleasant without causing discomfort or strain, it even had some bounce to it that supported one's feet when pushing off. Oddly there was also a sort of organic feel to it. Everything appeared manufactured yet it felt as though great care was put into every little detail about the place. Even some placed plants and small flowery gardens were passed along the way as passed through some halls. There was no feeling of foreboding only warmth and a sense of welcoming.

I can't remember my company, if I was being guided or following someone or if I simply knew in my conscious where to go and what to do. Though my memory hints that there was an human female presence that preceded and guided me. I believe we must have spoken to each other at some point, but of what is completely unknown.

I had entered into a room with a large computer terminal with several projected displays. Possibly I was given some instruction on using it but for whatever reason it was not intimidating and quite easy to use.

Best representation I could find.

From what I can recall, once I accessed the terminal I was presented with information regarding what may have been everything about my life presently. I could interact with the scenes or memories of my life. There was much other information I was also presented during the session with the terminal but unfortunately, I can't recall. Not sure as to what the point or purpose was but, I do remember at times being told not to do certain things or something restricting my interaction with other computer display devices or access to other information. It seemed to also be of some sort of life analysis but, for me or my host's benefit I was not sure.

The program interaction with the terminal eventually was fulfilled and when it ended I proceeded through a doorway adjoining the room that lead me into another corridor. As before when I first arrived, for whatever reason, I experienced absolutely no bewilderment as to what I was doing in this place. I simply felt right at home, as if I belonged, with no worry or concern. If anything, I was pleased to be there.

The corridor lead me into a small but welcoming room. To my left there was an opening archway to a great audience chamber which seemed to exude a place of great importance. In front of me the room was divided in half by a small balcony on a short raise with two doorways behind it. Alongside the balcony near the entrance to the great hall was a strange terminal most difficult to describe due to memory and it's complexity.

Steampunks certainly conjure up amazing gadgetry.

The terminal was about four feet high. It was suspended by a thin rod that connected to a small oval base. Atop the rod was perhaps some sort of egg shaped case that, I later found out, opened up. Once opened one can place their face inside and rest your head against an interface, and can also place perhaps a single digit into a clasp. I'm really uncertain about the description but it does interact with and immerse all your senses. The most striking feature about this terminal was an encased and attached elongated skull.

A beautiful Aryan woman adorned with fine and ornate clothing seemingly appeared behind the balcony. She wore a dress and headdress the same color as the interior. I know that is not much to go off of but I can only describe what remains from my memory. An elegant cream colored robe adorned with fine jewels and spectacular gold solar themed headdress.

We spoke, about what I don't know however, I believe she gave me some instruction as to how to use the mystifying terminal. I followed these instructions and took to the suspended egg shaped machine. Once approached the terminal adjusted it's height accordingly and I immersed my face inside the interface.

Once I was immersed into the machine a grand free flow of information began pouring into my mind and I was swept into the memories of countless past lives, all observed in the third person. The experience was an eternity and yet each one came in a flash. Little can be remembered from each but one instance felt like something from out of Stanley Kubrick's 2001: Space Odyssey. I was back to the time and dominion of some sort of ape-like creatures. No monolith present that I can remember but, given my memory of the dream, it's entirely possible. The visions seemed to move forward or backward without destination, but finally I came to the last vision and what I remember is what interests me the most.

From what I can recall, I appeared to be some Aryan male with red facial hair, a beard and mustache perhaps. Not shocking, but what was, was that I had a very pronounced elongated head with no hair. A living example of whatever species had been found in South America.
I had apparently been through some severe physical trauma. My body appeared severely damaged and broken and I was very weak. However, I was in the arms of my savior. A beautiful blond Aryan woman must have come from a nearby village. The circumstance, cause or reason for my state of physical being and how I ended up there was unknown, but it appears that she may have dragged me from the nearby river flowing behind me.

 

Brien Foerster and a Paracas Skull

 

I can't remember if I was wearing any clothes but hers I recognized as being quite different. Organic, hand-made, folkish in some sense with simple patterns and design. This was a very long time ago, at least a few thousand years it feels. The surroundings were quite beautiful, lush and green. Even where she held me, my body laid upon fine soft grass and we were surround by mountainous terrain. I believe I saw her home not to far in the distance, perhaps a little cottage. She was most definitely my rescuer and I fell immediately in love as I gazed at her. 

From the third person observing myself, attention was immediately drawn a single gaping wound in my forehead right between my eyes and above my brow where the third eye would be. Even though I was conscious as this being... it did not appear to be good scene or that I would survive long.

Surprisingly, there was no blood. What appeared instead to be coming out of the wound, or hole when she looked, was a blackness. As she held me in her arms and gazed, there were small bits of light like stars that seemed to float out. Bringing it into focus, the organization was realized, and a universe could be seen in the very spot where the injury had occurred.

Once it was seen it was over, the vision ended and I was back in the room with the beautiful woman in the ornate robe. She said something, praise of some sort and something along the lines that told me, "It was my time to lead."

I could hear commotion the great audience chamber, it was now full of chatter. I was now dressed in a similar elaborate fashion as the woman. A garb, material perhaps similar to that of silk or satin.

Then a queer feeling came over me. A feeling of dread and that something amiss. Questions began to swell in my mind and I became suspicious as to the true intentions of my my host(s) and reasons for having me here. I thought about the pollution, the war raging in space and the devastation to the environment. Who were these people? Why were they not so wise and intelligent to have prevented the catastrophic circumstances they seemed to find themselves in.

I felt frustrated and became irate. I thought I was seeing through it all as some sort of facade. I felt I was being duped into having some sort of veil pulled over my eyes. Why would I be placed in this position of leadership and power and given exactly what I wanted in this life? Complexities of the matter grew larger and I cannot remember but I had a distinct feeling of betrayal. I became entirely certain that the whole thing was some sort of charade. Something to satisfy my questioning nature of things happening that were wrong in the world, that I was in a false reality, a dream.

Then the dream ended as I became too aware... It could have become a lucid experience but the energy provoked me to wake myself. I'm certain there was much forgotten which would have made telling this story clearer, but I'm happy I finally got this recorded. However, the question really burns and sticks with me today, what would have happened if I went along with what was presented before me? What more could I have learned? Was this contact from beyond? Was it Mars? So vivid, so profound.

Perhaps tonight I will get around to journalizing another similar story.