Dreamtime: Dreaming of the Crash

I titled this post after the song from Interstellar, which is a fantastic soundtrack by the way. You can enjoy the song itself here. (Not as good as "Day One", but excellent.) Anyway, this is an astral experience that occurred for me last night. Part of it did become a dream, but that was after the main events.

We begin in media res. I'm in a car with a woman and her husband. I recognize her from waking life, though this is the first time I've seen her husband. This is also the first time I think I have worked with her in the astral before. So, we're in a charcoal-colored car going down a mountain road. We're dressed warmly, and I think this is Mount St. Helens. The road is extremely narrow and only partly paved in places. It's evening going toward nightfall.

We look up to see a huge piece of space debris falling from the sky. It's rectangular, deep dark greenish black, covered in panels, and is about the size of a school bus. "That's a ship!" I say. It crashes into the road right behind us. We stop the car and get out. We're all worried someone might be hurt. Rushing over to the crash site, we take a look and see it's just a piece of a wing from a fighter craft. Still, we check to make sure there's no one there and examine the crater.

All the sudden, this ear-piercing vibration starts coming from the debris. The woman shouts, "EARDRUMS! COVER YOUR EARDRUMS!" I can feel my eardrums trying to burst as I dig my fingers as deep into my ears as I can. My goodness it's painful. The shriek continues for a full minute and then stops. We check the crater and see there are no bodies are anything else. I pry off a piece of polymorphic metal from the wing and look at it. It keeps writhing, turning, twisting like it's trying to become what it's supposed to be even as it cools. Eventually, it gives up and stills. I put it in my pocket to take back with me so we can figure out how the ship crashed.

We hear helicopters in the distance and start making our way back to the car. There's a sense of urgency. We have to get out of there before the feds show up. Just as we're closing the doors, a truck full of people with guns blocks us as another truck covers our rear. I know immediately who these people are and try to stay calm. They take us away in their trucks to a tent they've already set up. They call it a "containment camp", and I know we're in for some bullshit.

They take all of our things away from us, and in my mind, I'm worrying about my laptop, the metal piece, and my notebook. There's a lot of data on there that I don't want them to have. But I look around and don't see these items anywhere. Instead, I step up to a formidable looking man, hand him my phone and wallet. They can have those, I think. There's nothing in there I can't rebuild. He tells me I'm to take a chemical shower in the tent behind him and I will be detained until he can figure out if I'm contaminated.

I see the woman and her husband undergoing a similar procedure. Knowing there's not much I can do about the situation, but also knowing it's going to be fine, I head to the decontamination tent and strip. I don't particularly care if anyone sees me naked, in fact I think about how I can use that to distract them while I look for my laptop and the metal piece. A young man operates the chemical shower, and I try not to laugh at how silly this is. He's chattering away, excited about a space ship crashing and asking me what I saw. I lead him in a circular conversation, then head into the detainment tent wearing a towel. At least they gave me a towel this time.

Inside the little tent is a cot, a lantern, and of all things a blue Vault-Tec suit with a toy cap rifle. I look at the young man levelly and say, "You seriously want me to wear a Vault suit?"

"Yeah! Isn't it great! I convinced them to let us use those."

"Well, if I have to," I sigh, "What vault number is it?" He lists off a number.

"I'm really proud of that project, you know," he says, referring to the Vaults.

"Proud? It was a shitty objective and a complete failure," I reply.

"Oh, I don't think so," he says smiling. His smile is...it's like it wants to be sinister, but his personality can't quite make it go there. He's too innocent for it.

I put the suit on and just as I'm zipping it up, a man in a blonde ponytail and black suit stalks into the tent. He looks serious, authoritative, and like no one will argue with him. "We have a security breach. I need you to go to the commanding officer's tent and get the security team organized." The young man I was talking to nods nervously and runs out the flaps. I smile, because the man who just entered the tent is Seraphel and I know he's come to get me out of this place. He looks at me earnestly and asks, "Are you ready to go? We've already got the other two."

I actually contemplate telling him "no" because I want to mess with the people in the containment camp some more, but I realize time is of the essence and we need to get the woman and her husband out of here. Together we walk out of the tent, over behind a stand of trees, and up a ramp.

As for the laptop, ship sample, and my notebook? I remember it's in a pocket dimension, and I retrieve it once I'm on board.

I wake.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

​--Kyriel