I was going to blog my dream on the previous post but when I looked up “singularity” on websters’ site… it was so profound that I had to make a post simply for the definition.
It all started when I was driving my old truck down a country dirt road at night and in dark, rainy weather. My daughter was with me and we were on our way to pick some other people up and get them somewhere safe. The details (as usual) are sketchy but we were definitely in a hurry and I was having trouble recognizing the roads because of that.
I think we eventually got lost and I had to get out of the truck and walk ahead as there was lots of debris scattered. I was trying to find the best route out of this wooded area we found ourselves in. The clouds were dark as though a big storm was coming in but the rain had stopped for a little while. As it turns out it was actually daylight… the clouds were so thick and dark that it appeared as though it was night.
The farther I pressed on… the more narrow the roads were becoming. I’ve done this sort of thing before where it looks like a dead end and then POOF! A highway appears. I didn’t really feel uneasy until I heard the sirens. They weren’t the normal civil defense wailers… these were louder, more distressing and more numerous. It felt as though something very, very bad was about to happen.
Finally, we reached some type of structure. It looked like some sort of theme park set in a rainforest environment and primitive human paraphernalia. My daughter was trying to tell me which way to go but I thought I knew better and I entered the structure through a window. By this time we had picked up a few people in the back of my truck and I was trying to get them somewhere safe. That’s when some FEMA guy comes out of one of the offices and starts yelling how we need to get the hell out of the area… go back the way I came. I was trying to explain that I was lost so getting back would be impossible.
The more I asked about why the sirens were going off the more this guy wanted me out of there. He kept looking at the people in my truck and then at me and could only say that “it is not safe to be here.” It came to the point where I refused to go anywhere unless I knew what was going on. Logically, I can’t make a good tactical decision without good intelligence. When the FEMA guy saw that I was being too stubborn or curious to leave… he wanted to work out a deal that if he showed just ME something, could I keep it quiet and get everyone gone.
Of course I can, right? That’s when the FEMA said “I’ll show you the singularity”. To which in my mind I’m saying “singularity=wtf??!!” Did I mention the FEMA guy was wearing an orange vest and a hard hat? Yeah, he was. So we walk to a side exit door and that’s when I see it. I see the singularity. I see it right outside and it’s on this planet. But this wasn’t a black hole… it was more like a column of distortion that was rotating like a tornado. The ambient light and clouds behind the singularity distorted into the shape of a cylinder. I was stationary but it’s affects could be seen all around.
The FEMA guy says the singularity just appeared and that it is projecting some type of energy field that spans planet-wide. Like an invisible curtain that is dividing the planet into ‘halves’. I was in such shock and awe that I walked right up to the curtain and touched it with my hand… without even thinking to ask if there was any danger to anything living that made contact with the “force field”.
Apparently the FEMA guy didn’t know you could touch it because he nearly shite his pants yelling “NOOOOOOO!” as I walked up to the curtain with my arm outstretched.
It felt like an opposing force that was soft. Kinda like two magnets of the same polarity or a heavy stream of water. It also glowed where my hand touched it. Since there was no apparent danger… I tried to walk through the curtain of energy. The same soft force now encompassed my body but I could still breath normally. However, my vision was blurred with prismatic glares. The incredible thing was (as though a force field is not already incredible) that I could somehow manipulate the energy. Whenever I brought my hands close together they opposed like I described earlier.
I thought ” this is how Magneto must feel”.
Too tired to write more… highlights are I become a superhero and invent a new motorcycle design to which my dream starts to seem strangely like a mix of “Green Latern” and “Fantastic Four” movies as far as the character I become…. I.E. Hal Jordan and Johnny Storm. Yeah… a little typecast, eh?
