I dreamed last night (March 20, 2020 @ 01:00-05:00) that I had escaped from captivity in some kind of ancient underground city that was a world within itself. The citizens of the city were terrified that I had escaped and the "angels" of the city were organizing in order to recapture and imprison me, since I could not be killed or destroyed.
I was conscious of their preparations at the same time as I was aware of floating up high above the city amongst the architectural structures that supported the cave-like ceiling. I remember also being semi-conscious of the fact that I was dreaming and that in "some other reality" I was in prison on death row. This made me marvel at the detailed vividness of the dream. I looked at the stone carvings around me and watched in fascination as I pushed on them only to make them crumble in giant chinks and fall dangerously off into the city below, possibly killing anyone they fell upon.
The "angels" who hunted me were two breeds. one was a breed of warrior-like beings who would hunt me down and engage me in battle, as they had done many times before. The others were beautiful but bizarre shape-shifting beings that would go out and assist the citizens of the city by alleviating their fear (of me) with songs and entertainment, as well as helping repair any damage I caused and heal the wounded. These shape-shifters were beautiful in the forms they took, but often faceless as they performed their duties. (Specifically in this dream I remember seeing them change from beautiful human-looking females into strangely contorted and bent-over.backwards creatures that spoke in some strange inhuman language as they discussed their preparations and desire to defend the city.)
I remember being acutely aware of the warrior angels discussing the possible release of some smoke-like being that was being held captive as I was. it seemed this smoke-thing was my mortal enemy, and only it had the power to subdue me, even though they feared it as much as me, they also could control it - or, more correctly, it permitted itself to be imprisoned, so it could be controlled.
In the meantime I was making my own preparations for battle. I apparently had the ability to become conscious, or share consciousness, with anyone I chose (which was how I could be aware of the angels and their preparations). So I joined consciousness with a citizen as he was walking past the faceless angels singing songs to comfort the people. I "watched" (from his conscious perspective) as he continued walking to a secluded part of the city and out onto docks over a shallow lake. I continued watching as he noticed something moving beneath the surface (me) of the water, and shared his fear as I rose up and sliced off the top him with my sword.
But, instead of killing him I continued to cut round cross-section slices from his head that I was able to imbed in twelve-inch thick sheets of ice that stood as tall as the men (there were now several other men I had done the same to) and served as shields for them to fight from behind on my behalf.
When the warrior angels approached my own "warriors" joined their "shields" into a defensive wall. The angels assalted frontally with powerful swords that could cut through the "shields", but only just barely. This allowed my own warriors to attack back with their own swords against the unshielded angels, who fell quickly in the first clash like a slaughter.
Only a few angels survived, but the ones who fell were able to quickly regenerate (it seems they could not be killed either), so they rallied for another attack. But then, to their surprise, my warriors regenerated also, and the angels realized they could not win.
So they told em they would release the smokey being as a last resort, calling it, "Saint Petersburg" (sic). But, when they opened the giant doors to release the Saint instead of smoke it took the form of a giant black robe-like statue, and refused to attack me on behalf of the angels. It seems that I had given it the ability to take on robe-like form in exchange for it not serving the angels.
So the leader of the warrior angels turned to the "unthinkable", and the other oppose him. But he was undeterred as he stepped up to a mighty thrown, which was understood to be the very thrown of God Himself, though it as unoccupied. The leader's hair and beard turned white as he took the thrown and announced his authority to do so as the dominant being in this world. For a moment I feared he was God, or that he would summon God. But instead he summoned, "The master of the dark realms", and then specifically gave this being (clearly "Satan") domination and authority to "rebuild the city in your image". (It seems I had nearly destroyed the entire city by this time, which was my aim... and causes me to wonder now from a waking perspective if possible I was "death" in the dream?)
Suddenly the city began rebuilding and restoring itself. I remember watching now as walls sprang up magically and beautifully adorned in intricate artwork with all the images and symbols of Satan Himself. Now the dream became a kind of documentary promoting all the wonders, in the form of technology, of a world created in Satan's image. The documentary extolled computer tech that connected everyone and provided for everyone's wants and desires. in one scene there were dozens of fleshy orgies taking place while some narrator explained how information was collected and processed on everyone at all times and used to satisfy each individual's every desire. There was a distinctly sad tone to the documentary though, sort of saying that despite all these wonders and having all of our wants and desires fulfilled, were are still missing something.
That seemed like a bunch of propaganda B.S. to me, even in the dream. I have had all of my wants and desires fulfilled in my life, even my deepest darkest fantasies. And it never made me feel sad or like something was missing the way this "docu-dream" seemed to be suggesting. Yes, I always felt that something was missing. But getting what I wanted never distracted me from this truth. I never tried to make myself feel "whole" with sex, drugs, or anything. I just enjoyed those things as the simple pleasures they were and never tried to make them anything more. Maybe that's why I never got addicted to stuff. I could smoke crack cocaine on a binge one night and still be ready to go to school or work the next day fully motivated and with a clear head. It often puzzled me why so many others found that so difficult.
Anyway, in the dream I got bored and suddenly found myself sitting in a prison movie theater realizing the entire dream was a movie up on the big screen. I decided the end was not worth sticking around for. So I left the theater via a long flight of stairs up to the main prison population area.
Above the theater on ground level the prison itself consisted of miles of barred cages, each holding ten or fifteen prisoners of all sees and ages, including young children. I remember seeing one very naive an innocent looking little girl who could have been no more than five or six years old, and wondering what her "crime" would have been at that age.
Anyway, I was wandering around looking for my cell when I woke up back here on Federal Death Row. I contemplated my dream, and whether or not I should write it down for this blog. At first it seemed obviously the kind of dream that I should write about, but I felt discouraged by the fact that it was so detailed and "real" seeming. I didn't think I would ever be able to represent or convey any of it meaningfully. I though about letting it be something private that I kept and contemplated by myself. In the end the need to share my experience won out. Maybe by doing so I might learn more than I would otherwise. So.. here it is. If you have any ideas or thoughts about what this dream is about please feel free to leave a comment so I might know, and thank you.
[J.D. March 20, 2020]
P.S. I don't know if this means anything, but I suspect it may, so I thought I'd add that after I awoke from this dream I turned on my T.V. and hooked up an antenna I made from empty soda cans to see what I could get off the air (the antenna signal is a lot clearer than the prison cable signal, which is why I prefer it even though it's only 15 channels instead of 40) and on a channel called "TBD" I found a documentary called "DSKNECTD" that ran for two hours and discussed the impact that technology (Internet apps) has on modern social health. That seemed a little synchronistic to me.
