3/12/2023 -
In this scenario my dad is an archaeologist who's accidentally made contact with some sort of discarnate intelligence and I am witnessing this scene from the perspective of whatever that discarnate intelligence is. This feels like being a cosmic and sentient black hole entity comprised of crackling electrical living energy who's looking down at the world and my father's hijinks from a 3rd person perspective.
He needs something. In fact, he needs help covering something up. It's hard to ascertain exactly what needs to be covered up exactly. I'm shown a body of water with people drowning in it. Their arms are in the air desperately pleading for help. I'm sealing this in a cave so no one ever finds out about it and this whole method of concealment was my idea. He's throwing whatever this scenario is in the secluded cave and I'm sealing it off from the world. Was this some fringe aspect of our collective past that would never be accepted by the field of mainstream archaeology at the time? Was he partially responsible for the drowning deaths of some members of his expedition? Did he have to kill some of his rivals to make this genius discovery? No idea, but it's fun to speculate. One thing is clear though, he now owes me.
The rest of my dreams for the night are fairly boring variations on the needing to get home and taking a bus that never actually takes me home variety. There are a couple variations though. At one point I'm in New York City for the second time in two nights. The other variation is that despite this going on for a very long time in the dream realm and honestly being very boring, I do in fact make it home on the bus on multiple occasions.
But now there's a new spin. Once I get home I realize that I only took the bus because I couldn't find my car and now I have to go back and find my car. This is also boring. What's astounding though is that by the end of the night I do in fact find my car. I'm now in Youngstown and when I pull away it's like I'm driving through a barren wilderness. It looks like the plains and there's nothing but flat ground and brown dry grass on the side of the road everywhere I look. A tumbleweed rolls through the scene just to sell the desolation. The dream fades as I triumphantly speed away through this environment, searching for the literal road back to civilization. That turn is coming up here on the left in another couple miles. Shouldn't be long.
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