This dream, like another dream I posted, was one of those rare and powerful night visions that reveal an undeniable truth. The details and intensity made it quite different than an ordinary dream.
In this dream, I am in a steamy jungle on a dirt path. The foliage was thick and the canopy high. Direct sunlight did not reach the ground and the air was heavy. The path itself was dark brown and moist to the point of feeling slightly spongy. There was just enough room to walk single-file.
I was joined, to my rear by several animated cartoon-like characters.
There was casual talk going on as they followed me. I did not question the environment or the fact I was hanging out with cartoon characters. As it is in dreams, these things were realities. I understood that I was their leader and we were going to a place of worship, as our ancestors did for centuries.
Soon, we arrived at our place of worship. It was a circular clearing about 15 yards in diameter. The ground was hard and slightly mounded with large, flat, round stones radiating in a circular pattern from the center like whirlpool. We formed a ring around the perimeter and prayed to the stones. Then, I began to question, why are we worshiping stones? At that moment I had an instant epiphany.
The reason we came to worship here had nothing to do with rocks or the supernatural.
This place was visited by human beings centuries ago, but something went terribly wrong with the equipment that brought them here and they could not return. The crew worked day and night to try and get the craft working. The rocks we worshiped were part of the launch pad they built.
As time went on, all attempts to fix the equipment failed. They made friends with the local population who tried to help. The next generation continued the work but also failed. The environment eventually reclaimed the equipment and left nothing but the stone launchpad, the place where they always gathered.
We were the ancestors of ancient astronauts.
The ritual at the launchpad continued for centuries. The reason was lost to time but the desire to connect with the heavens remained. The very moment I understood the truth behind the ritual, I was instantly transported transported an environment that was the polar opposite. I was now in an arid, desert land. with no trees, no forest, no brown soil, just pristine desert sands.
I was seated at a small glass table on a large sandstone terrace about 10 meters high. Before me was freshly squeezed orange juice in a stemmed glass, backlit by the sun. The view was amazing—I could see for miles. There were no clouds and the blue sky was stretched across the horizon.
The whole scene was in stark contrast to the previous scene in the jungle.
Could the cartoon characters following me have something to do with my responsibility to teach my children truth? Could the sand represent time and the orange juice truth? Could this be about worshiping idols? Or is the meaning literal— are we really descendants of a race that lived in a different world?
Interpreting dreams is tricky. Many books are written on the subject but still, nobody really knows. Some say words have associations that can be used to reveal meaning in a dream. Perhaps. I think imagery is more primal and important to solving the riddle of a dream, and even more importantly, your emotion in the dream. For example, a dog can mean one thing or another depending on how you feel, scared otherwise.
Meanwhile, I will be careful of rituals that have lost their original meaning. I believe we were put here by a creator. How he did it, is a matter of curiosity. Why he did it is more important.