The Dream

Prologue: the dream in 2016 

It may have also been 2017. From what I remember about this timeframe is that it was sometime after my grandmother had passed away, may peace be upon her. 

During this time I was nowhere near as awake to understanding the themes of this dream as I do now. At this time, I hadn't even fully learned and understood my own ancestral history. 

Now I believe that the sites and visions of this dream most likely came from my ancestors before me, who witnessed the world end before their eyes so many times. 

I don’t claim myself to be a writer. So I might not have the best ability to fully describe visually what I was seeing. But this was an actual dream I had in the past, and I can remember what I was feeling. 

I’ll admit that this story is not unique to other popular themes and stories already written. I’m sure there are other folx who have even had this same dream. And if you are one of them, let's talk. 

Chapter:

The main plot of this I’ll make simple because it really is. 

I am a person who wakes up to the understanding that I am a soldier/warrior that gets reincarnated onto different planets as they are going through the process of colonization, massive destruction, and ultimately annihilation. Each life I wake up into I always look like myself, just oscillating between genders, and the last life I wake up into I am a woman. 

On each of these planets, there isn’t a specific race or species. It’s just the people. Like the faces of the people you would see in any major city in the US. Lots of relatives with similar stories. What makes each planet unique is its specific resource and power.

In each of these lifetimes I wake up with the realization that I have been through this before and I know how it ends. Also that my original homeworld where I was created from, has long been destroyed. There is nothing to return to. I will not know peace. 

It's usually me and other people, who have also had their homeworlds destroyed, that reincarnate and find each other. We find each other and fight together with the hope to defeat the enemy that is causing this perversion/corruption of chaos and destroying worlds. 

This enemy causes ultimate annihilation to planets by colonization, the extraction of minerals and materials, and ultimately the choice to cause destruction and collapse to the planet. In the end, it chooses to finish its time on each planet, by the annihilation of all the people living on it. It wants nothing left in existence. 

There was never a face to what it was, but rather it was large structures that came to reign terror on the original inhabitants of the world. It was the technology of aircraft, missiles, and weapons. It was Grey and White. Sterile and straight lines. No windows. No openings. No air. No people. It wants nothing left in existence. 

In each of these lifetimes on different planets, I’m not there at the beginning of creation, or the middle when it was abundant. When I wake up, it’s at the end of the world… when we all watch in terror as the moon breaks and falls to the surface of the planet. When I see other warriors trying to help evacuate survivors as the core of the planet is about to collapse. Many hero’s die in battle either trying to fight, or to save lives. 

This enemy causing this destruction keeps succeeding and moving onto other planets, solar systems and galaxies. In all of these lifetimes, we fight and we always die.. having yet to defeat this enemy. The repetition and a life of anguish on loop is a heavy theme. 

But, we always end up finding one another again in our next lifetimes. Someone who was a friend in one lifetime, is an elder mentor and/or family the next.

The way the dream ended told me something significant in reflection when I woke up. The last moments I remember, I was running down a hall/corridor with another warrior. I believe we had found a way to get inside a main structure, which was the only time I remember being that close. We were coming to an end where we had thought we had closed in upon our enemy. We thought that this was the moment we had the potential to win and stop this. Sadly though, even the emotions I can remember was that we were already too late and this was going to be another ending.

I didn’t want this to be the end. I had hoped me and this other warrior, who was also a lover, would be able to live a life without having to see the destruction of worlds again and again, having to fight, die and repeat and never being able to know what it's like to live. 

 When we discover it was indeed another ending, we find out that it's not just another planet, not just a solar system, but one of the last remaining galaxies. And a terrifying understanding that in the next lifetime we will be reborn into, will be our last.

Our Enemy had eaten so many planets and solar systems and galaxies, that there was nothing left to be reborn into. The next life would be the final one, and the collapse of All. Because it has finally reached our center to source.

So as that galaxy was collapsing in on itself, and we were trying desperately to reach for one another one last time…. I woke up. 

And I’ve had a lot of questions ever since then. 

Ending thoughts:

That was the dream. I’ll admit that this story is not unique to other popular themes and stories already written. I’m sure there are other folx who have even had this same dream.   

In fact, the story is not even unique to history, as it continues to repeat itself today. The fact that we are all watching worlds and peoples being destroyed in front of our eyes right now. The fact that there are people alive and displaced today that are living through the destruction of their worlds.

 As we are also being held inside the main structure, my soul does not rest because I feel in my entire being that I should be fighting. But in this lifetime I don’t have my fighter aircraft with the ability to fly and fight this time. None of us have the technology of war that they do. In fact we are the very reason they have had the ability to invest in it and use it against us. The threat of death for fighting for our liberation and to end this enemy looms over all our heads. And right now, billionaires are currently funding the colonization of Mars. 

So how do I reconcile, and learn, what am I supposed to do in this body and lifetime? In this world?

In reflection after writing this my other question is: In that last life it was only myself and another warrior left. There were only two of us inside of that main structure. What would have happened if we were all inside?

—- Written by Angel Zativa