Were these just ideas… or were they memories?
By 2013, I’d started having life-like dreams of having sailed on a big ship, through the night, under a sky aglow with the aurora, to the shores and secret bases of Antarctica. These dreams kept happening; I went more than once, every time feeling as if I was really there. I still remember how the deck of that ship looked, how the railing felt, who was standing out there under the night sky with me…
Years later, I’d be told those dreams were actually temporarily-blocked memories, technologically hidden from me, the same way money might be set aside in a trust fund for children once they mature enough to become wise heirs. Whistle-blowers from one of the secret Space programs had ‘rogered up’, starting to help me understand what was really going on. I had no reason to believe any of them, but their vibes were unmistakably good; kindhearted, thus I gave their take on the matter a chance at becoming part of my new way of looking at my dreams… and the world.
As the years continue to add up, so do those ‘dreams’; more and more memories of going to Antarctica and doing very interesting work there… keep getting (and feeling) unlocked in/for me. I’ve gone from having them, perhaps, once a month (or merely once a season), …to them becoming weekly, if not nightly. Why are they increasing, even when my days are not spent doing any work even related to that land?
I’ve been to the Antarctic shores in those dreams, to different bases and outposts, inland, to specific plains and mountains, with different people (all whose faces I remember), and even into the completed Inisfree itself, seeing every detail –even my Inisfreean girls fully printed, programmed, raised, and standing there, eyeing me in hopes that I’ll fully remember myself… and return. I think the dreams that reoccur for me the most… are all these ones of me doing work to and in Antarctica. All told, I’d say I’ve ‘dreamed’ of going there, and being there, a thousand times –literally, something like a thousand of these life-like ‘dreams’.
I suppose this is still a good thing; even though I don’t yet know fully what they are, or what they mean and imply, they are pleasant ones, and they give me hope and inner peace. I look forward to them. I wait for them to merge with ‘the real’; I feel it is time I make them fully-‘actual’ memories. How long, after all, I’ve been trying, in this waking realm, to get… and be… and stay… there.
Antarctica keeps calling me back… home. My heart is there. I am there.
Another ‘dream’ of me being in Antarctica will likely come… tonight.
