God of intention

Date: 4/10/2022

It is night, and I’m trying to sleep in a cabin. I am being kept awake by animal sounds. Someone had left open bags of birdseed, and they’re being eaten by birds and raccoons. I go out to bring them in, and see a baby bear blocking my way back in. The bear is wearing a muzzle that makes it hard to eat. I pass, and see the parent bear, also muzzled. Someone else in the cabin tells me to call animal control to rescue the bears, but I fall asleep. Waking up, I use a bathroom upstairs. I see my cat and call out to him, waking everyone else. There are bright lights outside, and explosions (?). We’re under some kind of attack. We retreat to the first floor. Walking the perimeter, we make enough right hand turns to make a full rotation, but aren’t where we started. The geometry is wrong. We’re now in a big empty room. New people keep arriving. They’re coming from different times and years, all jumbled together. I ask them the date, and think I find someone from the future, but they’re actually from 1925, not 2025. The building is under attack from small historic armies. Nothing happens. We know we are to be eliminated. Somehow, I get out with a couple others. Outside the building is just fields. We pass many shops, all dedicated to masks and clothing and food and plants. No houses. We eventually break into a house. Everyone seems asleep, but when we wake them up they have no heads and no intentions. We escape. There are further encounters. The denizens of this land seem to only have semi consciousness and are focused on intention. If we pretend to belong, we’re ignored. Eventually we find another home. This has more people in it, with heads this time. We can communicate with some, but we need to constantly remind them to keep them on task. If they’re distracted, they wander off. Upstairs, we meet the good of this land. He’s an old man, who has been sitting at a desk for so long he’s become fused with it. It’s a famous author of popular novels, Clive Cussler or Tom Clancy or John Grissholm, I r the equivalent. We have a conversation with him. He explains the big idea, but I don’t remember it now. He’s a god of intention, but also a prisoner of this land. We leave. There are only two of us left, myself and one other who was originally from here. We travel by never thinking of the destination, but only thinking of getting slightly closer. We pass giant cities and forests. We’re approaching an airport for escape. The dream ends.