Through Liquid Light: Navigating Parallel Worlds Through Oceanic Portals
March 3, 2022
The Dream
The dark waters of the open ocean churned as the metal of our fishing vessel sliced through choppy waves. A storm was approaching. Lightning flashed, highlighting the undulating crests and valleys of vast nothingness before dying out and plunging our vessel back into the shadow of night.
Our engine had failed just four hours prior and though the mechanic had got it running once more we were severely limited in speed. Communications were down and the deck lights sputtered eerily as we limped our way back to port. We’d hopefully arrive by morning.
Suddenly my stomach heaved as the vessel pitched forward into the deep trough of a rogue wave.
“GET INSIDE!” the captain shouted.
But it was too late. I threw myself onto the metal railing, my rubber gloves seeking purchase on the slick surface. As we began to rise up the wall of water on the opposite side it became apparent that we weren’t going to make it. The water curved forwards under the weight of its own gravity and wrapped itself around our vessel. My feet had no purchase and my grip was ripped away from the railing, sending me head over heels into the watery abyss below.
No last thoughts or wishes ran through my brain—I wasn’t leaving anyone behind—only a faint feeling of sadness that I wished I had more time to explore what this life could have been. I felt as if I had left something unfinished.
A brilliant flash, like the lightning just a few moments ago, played across the backs of my eyelids. My eyes snapped open and fought against the sting of saltwater. There was a faint glowing orb floating below me. It flashed again—sunlight?!
But how could this be? How could sunlight be here beneath the weight of the ocean in the middle of a storm and in the dead of night?
The light flashed once more and shimmered within the orb, beckoning to me. I stopped questioning and felt an inexplicable desire to dive down to investigate it.
The mass of liquid light morphed and shimmered the closer I got, like a mirage of mirrors through which different scenes played out. My lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen and just as the orb shifted it’s image to that of a blurry but bright shoreline, my fingers reached out. They penetrated the orb’s surface easily, as if it, itself, were made of water, but as soon as the first fingertip passed through I felt a tug.
The orb grabbed me, for lack of a better phrase, and pulled my body forward.
Instantly I realized it wasn’t in an orb at all… it was a wormhole.
My stomach felt like it was flipping inside out, churning my innards and rearranging my atoms before spitting me out into a different ocean. Flickering rays of sunlight beamed down from the surface which was suddenly close and calm. Panicking now, I swam upwards (which had just been downwards moments ago) as quickly as I could.
My head broke the surface easily and air filled my lungs once more. I tread water until I could float on my back under the wonder of the sun that warmed me. Some time passed and I felt recovered enough to begin taking in my surroundings.
A small island lay not far to the east in the direction of the sun. I swam towards it, riding the gentle waves until my feet felt the sandy bottom beneath me. Heaving myself onto the beach, I rolled over and lay there for some time feeling the warmth of the sun holding me steady after the terror of nearly drowning.
~ Pace Change ~
The rest of the dream was digested not as a movie-like scene but as a series of flashes combined with a deep sense of knowing.
Through the rest of my existence in this dream (almost a full lifetime) I developed a deep relationship with the islands of the new world I had discovered. I met the people that lived on those islands and became as close as family. I would often dive into the ocean if I saw a ball of light and learned how to navigate these watery portals with relative ease as the years wore on. They never took me to another new world but instead acted as a bridge between my original Earth (where I had been declared dead) and my new, found home.
I loved this new world more than anything. It was pristine and untouched by siphoning technologies, pollution, and war. It was peaceful and beautiful and magnificent. Eventually, I stopped going back through the portals and settled into my new life.
I had found what was missing.
Afterthoughts
I don’t have too much to comment on with this dream except that the timing in relation to the Mintakan dream just a couple of months earlier seems important. In the Mintakan dream, I met a species of extraterrestrials that travelled via underwater portals. They had used those portals to investigate other worlds and part of me wonders if a remnant of one of their vortices remained semi-active here on Earth, for I do believe that’s where this dream took place.
The person I was in this dream feels like another existence—a “past life” so to speak. If parallel realities exist then I believe I found a doorway between two of them here on Earth in that lifetime and that, somewhere, there is a beautiful version of our planet that has not yet been touched by the societal and industrial calamities we partake in today.
Perhaps, someday, we will find that other Earth.
