🧙‍♂️👁️ Eschaton Pantheon

False awakening: I lay in bed, under the earth, next to my girlfriend Sunbow.

Police lights are still flashing outside since hours ago. I muster the energy to go outside on the front lawn and inspect the lights. Nobody is handling the situation.

A black ghost car is parked sideways on the driveway, a sport coupe muscle car equipped with police lights under the surface, I have a look inside the car and right then, an automated drone hovers out, pointing a gun at my face.

I swiftly attack the drone, knocking out it’s gun and karate chop it in half. SMASH 💥

Rummaging through the ghost car, the lights are still flashing. On the passenger seat of the coupe lays a sweaty gym towel and a stick of deodorant – looks like this detective was living in his car for days staking out my house. The trunk of car is locked, and I don’t have tools to open it.

My stepfather Brian is walking around like a dancing robot. “They were looking for you, but we couldn’t find you anywhere so we thought you must have been sleeping.”

I ask him if should call police or 911 to report this abandoned ghost car in the driveway. He says call 911 because the police have no idea what is going on.

I talk with 911 and they can not believe that I’m being hunted by corrupt federal detectives and the operators tell me I’m on my own. I shout profanities at the operator and throw the phone into the nether regions of the dream.

Looking up the driveway into the yard, my parents draw attention to a television featuring a grid of high res video streams. I look closer and see that the footage is being taken by drones floating above my house. The cameras are targeting and zooming into me. I see myself standing on the lawn, from the sky.

Thousands of viewers are live, joining swiftly as the swarm of broadcast drones closes in.

The broadcast announcer declares that the former president is going to pay me a surprise visit shortly. Forty nine thousand are already watching live and it’s being re-broadcast on TV news. Remote controlled camera drones storm the house, competing with force to get closer in on me. I wave my hands in the air while watching the livestream and notice how quick the time is between my motions and the drone footage.

Each second they careen closer and closer and it feels like they must be colliding with me already, so I look up in the sky. Hundreds of camera drones hover above the horse barn, zooming in with enormous lenses. They watch the situation unfolding as the former president approaches by motorcade.

They buzz around in the sky making noisy patterns, grouped by size, with the large drones grouped together 400 hundred feet up, and in the small drones at lower altitudes just above the tree tops. As they close in, half of them crash into each other, leaving flaming trails as they fall out of the sky and burn and explode in the grassy field.

Ripping up the the driveway, three self driving two wheeled industrial electrical box trailer enclosure stop. Folding panels open releasing hounds of spirits like Ghostbusters from hyperspace. Demons pour out, 3 of them, moving fast upon me, moving in strange angles unknown to man. After me the devourers follow.

Standing fast, I look deeply into them, deeper into their dimensions I gaze, these hyperspace demon ghosts close in, approaching fast they transform into recursive fractals. Dark masks over tortured faces mixed with angular polygons, wireframes and triangles gyrate with 5 dimensional patterns.

Unwilling to respond with fear, I watch in amazement as these bolting demons rush right past me, moving in strange angles, immaterial, chasing my chickens who react with torment, chasing my birds they flee fast, circling the house.

These demons vibrate at a lower density, in a parallel space, unable to affect by body unless my mind responds with fear. Interwoven in space, they come and go from 3 dimensions as they please.

There I realize my power to command the devourers, children of the light are immune to such ravaging. Going around the back side of house, I circulate in the opposite direction, counter clockwise I chase the devourers out of my dimensions. Leave my chickens and birds alone.

They vanish and I look down the driveway to see a parade of cars trucks clogging up the long driveway that encircles the house.

Military trucks with turrets, self driving industrial enclosures, RVs and busses full of elves clog my driveway to a halt. In full traffic jam, all the vehicle doors open at once.

Doors open and mythic archetypes pour into the surrounding fields.

Wizards there are, Yogis ascended, Tibetan monks from beyond their graves, Demons of every color, moving across the fields towards me. From the south, Ganesha of protection, Thoth of the stars, Horus of the sun and moon, Animals pour out of the forest and grass beneath my feet. From the west serpents fly through the air snaking towards I, Strange insectoid creatures rising up from below.

Ghosts of a thousand battles, warriors of strength and valor from all times descend upon me, military men march, closing in are legions of elves, spirits, and entities familiar from many past lives, they find me and close in at once.

All of them move in on me as I move around the lawn anxiously, gradually inward they move, steadily across the fields, moving towards me, the pantheon of archetypes hardly notice each other, closing in fast.

Surrounded I am, surrender I do. Nowhere to go as the pantheon of archetypes corner me, deep into my body they push forward, deep into my soul they converge.

Anxious at first, I relax under the pressure and I look in their eyes as they draw nearer than physics might allow, and I know them to be my reflections. At ease I extend my arms to embrace them in a group hug as they crowd in on me, forming a mandala restructuring itself as they press inwards.

Pressing inward, the group hug of archetypes builds and builds and builds up until the pressure on my heart is so vast… my body transitions into a white light sparkling throughout and the world disintegrates as all boundaries are dissolved.

I wake up calmly in bed… looking over, Sunbow is fast asleep.