In the dream I see the underground world. These are not caves. They are palaces, vast, spacious. Light from fiber-optic-fed fixtures provide daytime and then dimmer ones make the stars at night. Its skies are high enough to make the illusion work. It can even rain and snow in the "outdoor" areas. There are trees, and all manner of plants. Purified air is provided by turbines and filters. Drones deliver luxury goods and gourmet meals to grand apartments and villas where the elites will soon retire to a grand party to wait out armageddon, which they are creating.
They will never leave this false reality which they have created. It's a trap of the archons and they will not emerge, but will be entombed where they descend, to a lower level of materiality. Those whom they have "abandoned" on the surface will soon, those who remain, reclaim the whole of the earth and it shall become a new golden age.
This is a cycle. Phoenix. What has no positive contribution to the future will be lost. We have paradise within reach. This is the message of the dream.
It has much to do with the fact that dreaming has re-emerged in my brain for the first time in years. Dreams are back. This is an omen of great import.
