The New Incarnation of God

I was in an area that was like a big rounded hill with walking paths, stairs and benches around, almost as if it were a park.  The hill was huge, like if it was a mountain unto itself.  The weather was warm and sunny, the sky was very blue and the grass was very green.  There were a lot of people around in small groups of two to five, and they were sitting and standing around quietly chatting with one another, and it was kind of like they were there waiting before a scheduled event.

I was about 200 feet away down the hill from the pinnacle of the hill/mountain, and I found myself in conversation with Pope Francis.  He was telling me about the New Incarnation of God that would be with us soon.  In preparation, I was supposed to hold the power of the New Incarnation within myself until the new person was ready.  

I was wondering about him being there with me because I thought I had heard that he was no longer the Pope, and through a vision he showed me an image of a nervous looking young man, in his mid 20s with sandy hair, wearing the clothes of the pope, but looking very disheveled.  He was standing in front of a bank of microphones outside in a city center somewhere, and the wind was blowing.  He was looking from side to side, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing.  Pope Francis told me he would be fine, but he was one of the youngest popes in quite some time.  

When my vision came back to my current location, I saw my son, Simon off the side of one of the walking paths.  He appeared to be about 4 years old (he's 2 in waking life) and was talking with a small group of people.  I went over to him, and as I got closer, I realized that he was supposed to be the New Incarnation of God.  He saw me and smiled and took my hand.  There was some talk from someone near by about "getting him ready" and "making sure he's worthy" to take on the power and title, and somehow this involved us holding hands and jumping onto something kind of like a water slide that went about 30 feet down the side of a steep part of the hill.  

We did a couple of practice jumps, and both were slightly wrong somehow.  We may have been out of sync in our jumping or something. Then something clicked, he said he was ready, and we did a final jump and slide and it went off perfectly.  He was now ready for the power and title of New Incarnation of God.

After the jump, we both climbed our way back to the very top of the hill where he sat on a small raised area, almost like a broad pedestal.  I hugged him and kissed him and held his hands and transferred the title and power to him.  People knew immediately what had happened and the people milling around started coming over to visit and talk with him.  I stepped back to not be in the way.  He was smiling warmly and everyone around him and started to glow with a faint golden light.  As he was starting to talk to people, he started to transform slightly, looking more like a little Buddha.  Specifically, the main thing I remember was that his hair started to grow upwards and loosely pulled itself together on the top of his head, kind of like a large loose bun, and then a second one started to form on top of that one, and a third on top of that one.  The hair was moving of its own accord, even once it was in place.  

He started talking a little more to the group at large, and kept his warm smile and demeanor.  He was looking around at everyone, and every so often his gaze would rest on me for a moment and I could just feel the love pouring from him, and about this time the dream ended.

Ending Earths

... 5 years and 19 days later.

I was traveling with my wife, Emily, and we were in Virginia near the area where I grew up. We were with a few other people, and somehow, maybe through something like a TV or radio news broadcast, we found out that the world was in the process of ending.  It was simply just winking out of existence a bit at a time.

We were near my grandparents' old farm house, and I started seeing evidence of the world ending there.  Patches of reality were just blinking out and being replaced with just pure white, almost as if the planet were a picture on a white board that was in the process of being erased.  I felt a little nervous about this, but somehow I realized that even though we were at the end, there was someplace else I could go.  I could go to the "next world".

It turned out that Earth was one of many (thousands?  millions?) Earths, and they had come into existence from the original Earth.  Earth 1 had spawned Earth 2 in a slightly offset reality or dimension.  Earth 2 spawned Earth 3 in yet another slightly offset reality or dimension.  Unfortunately each Earth that was created was slightly worse than the last, having worse weather, rougher terrain, more warring civilizations, and so on.  On the flip side, the first Earth was the longest lived and most peaceful, beautiful, and Utopian of the line of the planets.

These Earths were not visible to one another or reachable by normal means, but in terms of moving from one dimension to the next, they were practically touching.  One could travel between them as long as they knew how to travel across these dimensions.

It turned out that the newest of the Earths had been unmade and ended and most of the evidence of its existence and the existence of anyone or anything on it was erased.  There were some of the best pieces and aspects that were being rolled back into the previous Earth, but shortly after, that Earth was also unmade and ended.  I don't know how I realized this to be the case, but it almost seemed like something that would have been common knowledge.

By the time I had heard that any of this was going on, Earths had been getting wiped out for thousands of years, and it only took a few days for each one to go.  The current Earth that I was on was somewhere right in the middle of the sequence, and it was now our turn.

Knowing that there were other Earths in dimensions before ours, I decided that I was going to be one of those few things that moved between them as the current one was wiped out.  Pretty much all of the other people I had been with were no longer there, either wiped out or moved on to the next Earth.  I wound up stepping towards one of the spots where reality has been whited out, and with a few moments to spare, I stepped through to the next Earth, just about right into the same spot where I had been in the previous one.

Colors were a little brighter, the weather was a little more pleasant, and the world just seems a little better organized.  I knew that this one would be ending within days as well, so I was planning on moving to the next Earth, and the next Earth, and the next Earth, and so on, as long as I could, but the dream ended here.

Escaping from the Uruk-hai

I was at the little house I grew up in, but it looked the same as it did before we added on to it.  I was outside with a number of people, and it was overcast and warm.

I'm not sure what we were doing initially, but soon we started seeing Uruk-hai (from Lord of the Rings) showing up and setting up areas to prepare for battle.  We knew that they were going to be targeting us for the battle, but they didn't seem to care that we were wandering around and seeing what they were doing.  They pretty much completely ignored us for the time being.

We knew that once the Uruk-hai decided to let loose, we were going to be killed off pretty quickly.  We were huddled at the corner of the house where the kitchen is discussing what we were going to try to do to either fight them or escape, but we couldn't come up with anything that we thought would work.

Suddenly John Locke (from Lost) showed up and said that if we wanted to survive, we needed to go with him.  We wound up walking for a bit and eventually wound up on the outskirts of Harrisonburg.  He took us into some sort of building, either like a small cabin or house, or perhaps some sort of small shop, where we wound up going down into the basement and then out through a short tunnel in the back of the basement.  We came out of the tunnel and we were in this densely wooded area, which we thought of as "the forests of Harrisonburg."   Even though we had only gone a short way through the cabin or shop and basement tunnel, we knew that it had actually deposited us a long way away from where we had entered the building initially.

We followed a tightly winding but well worn path up and around a few hills and eventually made it into a small clearing.  There, we were met by a bunch of John's friends, who were a bunch of older, bearded and mostly overweight men.  They had a bunch of radio equipment and remote controlled cars that they were using to track the Uruk-hai in order to detect if they were going to be attacked.

After a short bit, a short and thin woman with short dark hair showed up.  She looked like Morena Baccarin's character "Anna" from the TV show "V".  She had a kind of an aura of power about her, and soon we found out that she was Darth Vader's wife, but Vader was dead. 

She was talking with John and the other men for a bit, and it was soon discussed that she and Vader had had two children, both boys.  One of them was grown and successful and off ruling some planet or something, but the other was thought to either suffer from some sort of mental or developmental disorder, or to have died some time ago.  The successful son, she knew, wouldn't be able to be bothered to come help us to fight off the Uruk-hai, so one of the men suggested using his radio equipment to search out the son that everyone thought to be dead.  Obviously most people thought that would be a waste of time, but he did it anyway, and one or two other people, including Vader's wife, decided to help out.

I wound up leaving for short time to go to the bathroom, but when I returned, they had found that the second son was actually alive and well and they were in the process of contacting him to have him come help us. 

My alarm went off and the dream ended here.

Apartment Hunting

I was walking around at an amusement park with Em.  We saw a roller coaster with tons of loops and two "open" ends of track that were at opposite ends of the coaster, but pointed towards one another.  Upon seeing it, I realized that I had heard on the news about another one just like it where people had died, but I don't think it was the one at this particular park.

We stood and watch the roller coaster train as it went through the loops and eventually off one end of the open track, flew upside down to the other end of the coaster and hooked right into the other open track and kept on going.  I thought to myself that there was no way that could be safe, and I told Em that it would only take a few numbskulls to make an effort to throw their weight to one side or the other while in mid air for the train to not make it across to the other side successfully.

After a bit, we wound up leaving and going to an apartment complex to see an apartment that's for sale.  We went into main hallway or lobby, which was also the primary stairwell area, and it was very busy with people all over the place.  It was raining, and the stairwells were open at the top, letting it the rain.  Going upstairs meant getting rained on.  There was a stairwell in each corner of the building, but we went up the one at the front-right of the building.

We started climbing the stairs to go to the top floor.  Each floor was a very wide hallway (20 or 30 feet wide) and almost felt like a parking garage with doors in concrete walls on either side.  As we got to the top floor, we realized that none of the apartments had numbers, so we weren't sure which one was the one we were there to see.

As we exited the stairwell and were looking for the apartment, we walked along the wall on our right.  As we passed, we noticed five or six people dumping loads and loads of laundry into chutes in the wall.

Finally Em figured out which apartment we were there to see and knocked on the door.  The current tenant threw the door open and yanked her in.  He reminded me of Adam from Mythbusters, only he was more squirrely and goofy.  I followed them into the apartment.

I quickly noticed that the apartment was tiny and dirty.  There was a small kitchen as you walked in, and the apartment went off to the right from there where there was a small living and dining area.  At the end of the dining area, the apartment made a right, and there was a small bedroom area off to the right that was open to the rest of the apartment.

We made the short walk through the apartment and wound up in the bedroom.  The bed, which was just a dirty little cot, was on the left, and on the right was an area that had short wall that was three or four feet high with an opening right in the middle.  The area was about six or eight feet wide, and about twelve feet long, and it was full of laundry.  There were chutes on the wall, and the people that were outside dumping in their laundry were dumping it right into this apartment!

The laundry was piled up four or five feet high, and at one point I noticed a white "wife beater" shirt in the pile that reminded me of a white, pasty fat and hairy male torso, kind of like Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force.  Suddenly it was no longer the shirt, but an actual torso laying in the middle of the laundry.

Then a thin, old, shirtless and shoeless man barged in through a door in the end of the bedroom with two dogs.  He reminded me of Rip Torn's character on Dodgeball or the trans-gender sergeant on Venture Bros.

One dog was a bulldog, and despite looking very happy and friendly, I was afraid it would bite my hand, so I made an effort to keep my hands away from it.  The other dog was on a leash, was green and brown in splotches, and only had one leg.  Somehow I knew that it may have been dead at one time.  The landlord was "walking" (hopping?) the green dog around in the apartment quickly chanting "take a dump take a dump take a dump" over and over to the dog.  The apartment tenant acted like this was normal.

Then my attention turned to the TV, which was back in the dining area.  A giant image of a dead woman from the 19th century came up, and she was partially covered in maggots.  It was supposed to be some sort of miracle (in the same sense as some surviving relic from the Virgin Mary or something) because she had been dead for so long, yet there was still stuff for the maggots to live off of.  I felt sick to my stomach, and I turned to Em and said, "That's it!" and grabbed her arm and we left.

On the way out, we realized that the apartment complex had "closed" and now there was no one around.  Doors to stairways and ways out were closed and locked.  We wandered around for a bit and found our way down to the second floor, but we couldn't get down to the first floor no matter what we tried.  At one point we looked over a balcony, and it reminded me of Super Mario 64 with big paintings on the walls and a fountain in the middle of the floor.  The dream ended before we got out.

Racing to the Devil

 Through the whole dream it was night time out, and it felt a bit like "The Lost Highway".  I was somewhere where the land was very flat, and it had the feel of being near a beach.  The area was sparsely populated with things like a few service stations or dilapidated strip malls.

I was in a black car that felt something like an older muscle car.  It was very clean and shiny with chrome accents.  I wound up driving to some predetermined meeting point very slowly.  I'm not entirely sure who or what I was supposed to be meeting there, but the meeting was brief and I was soon back at my original starting point.  There were some other things that went on that I don't remember, but it eventually wound up being time to make a second trip.  On this second trip, I was basically going off to be some sort of hero and face off against the Devil.

I was in the car again, and I was at an intersection and made a right hand turn.  Even though I don't know what my plan was, I had a gut feeling that I knew exactly what I was doing.

While taking off, I noticed that the car had a manual transmission.  I thew it into first gear and jumped on the gas.  The car took off lightning fast, and despite only being in first gear, my speed increased quickly.  As I ratcheted my way up through the gears, I took off faster and faster, eventually speeding off at over 600 miles per hour towards my encounter with the Devil.

I don't know how the encounter turned out, but some time later the dream changed over, and I was actually writing down the details of the dream within a new dream.  Suddenly, and for seemingly no reason, I was scared awake, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw someone standing next to the bed.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Five Dollars

In the scene where everyone changes into Harry (in the actual book), Harry was changed into some older guy.  A fight broke out, and while it was going on, Harry started changing back into his own form.  After the fight was complete, they were out in this big destroyed city area, and Harry's transformation back had stopped early.  He had a section on the right side of his head (his right) that was still bald.  Even though I was just a "viewer", I took a five dollar bill and wiped it across the untransformed spot, and it went back to normal.

The Slow Dungeon

I was in a building that felt like a house or a cluttered downtown shop.  I was slowly making my way through the rooms while looking at the things around me, either as if I was going to purchase the items or if I was looking to purchase the building.

Eventually I made my way to the back of the building and into the kitchen.  The kitchen was nice and updated with stainless steel appliances, nice brown tile on the floor, black granite on the counters and the walls were painted a deep shade of red.  There were windows off to my left, and a back door to exit the building was in the middle of the back wall.

On either side of the back door were two spiral sets of stone steps heading down.  The person I was with was the current owner of the building, and when I saw the stone spiral steps, they informed me that they went down to the basements, which were called "Slow Dungeons".  Although they didn't tell me anything about them, I knew that going into the Slow Dungeons was a dangerous thing, and that once I chose to go down there, there was no coming back out without dealing with those dangers.  Part of that danger was that things could not happen too quickly down there, such as moving too quickly or solving puzzles too quickly to get out, otherwise it would cause some sort of death or destruction.  I looked at both sets of stairs and opted to take the ones on the left, spiraling around clockwise as I went down.

Once I was in the first level of the basement, I began slowly looking around.  I wasn't sure what I was supposed to be looking for or doing in order to progress into deeper levels.  There was all sorts of stuff laying around on tables and in old glass curio cabinets, and the place looked a bit like a cross between a thrift shop and an antique store.  I knew that something here had to be the first step to getting through this place, but I didn't know what.  After a while of looking around, someone I was with wound up finding a dragon head that could fly.  They were able to use it to do something which unlocked our way to the next level of the dungeon.  I don't remember what they did with it, but I remember it flying around soon before we knew we could progress.

Once we got to the next level, I knew that I was going to be on my own to figure it out.  I felt like I had a little bit better understanding of what I was supposed to be looking for, but I still wasn't feeling terribly confident. 

The second floor had more one and two step raised platforms with items resting on them than the first level did, but everything was still just as cluttered.  Before I was able to really get started with figuring my way out of this level and to the next one, the dream ended.