Cosmic War Refugee

The dream this morning was another brief, but intriguing, one. I am a refugee from an interplanetary cosmic war. Somehow I have become stranded on some distant world. I am on a beach and I am looking at Stars and planets overhead on the shore of some alien world and ocean.

I am approached by a family of Nordic aliens. They resemble blond Scandinavians. There is a tall white man and woman with three children (two girls, and the youngest, a boy). They have lightly golden tanned skin and are wearing long tight tunics. They engage me in conversation. It seems I have been a victim of missing time. I have no memory of how I came to be here on this far off world. My last memory was that I was a witness to a terrible spaceship battle in orbit around some planet. What happened in the interim between the battle and finding myself on this beach I have no recollection. My mind is completely blank. It is surprising to me that these people should speak my language. They are very sympathetic to my situation and tell me that there is a space port further down the beach where I can hop a ride in the direction of what might be my home world.

I think I might be wearing a space pilot uniform. Am I from Earth or some unknown alien world? I am uncertain who I am and where I am from. I have amnesia. I walk away down the beach from these tall blond beings toward the direction of the supposed space port. I wake up from my sleep with an uneasy feeling.

This dream had the feeling of an alternate reality. Was it an experience from another dimension or time line? Who can say? I do know with certainty that my subconscious wanted me to have this experience and it was to provide me with insights to use in my conscious reality.

My present waking reality has many parallels to this dream reality. I am living in a new city with a new job. My life has significantly changed, hopefully, for the better. I feel like I have entered an alternate world and my old life is a fading dream. In a way, I am a refugee from a previous stress filled existence, that was full of drama and stress. It was somewhat like living in a warzone and I have escaped, or have been whisked away, from all that strife. The new home I live in now could be compared to living on beach of a distant world. I am not looking at an ocean or any body of water, but I am closer to nature and feeling much more bliss.

The Nordic beings have much in common with the friends who are sponsoring and mentoring me in my new environment now. They both are friendly and helpful, and speak my language. The whole dream is like an allegory for my waking life and existence. It can be interpreted to reveal hidden meanings that are of a moral, spiritual and philosophical in nature.

I walk away, eventually, from my new friends in the dream. One day, in the near future, I will be taking another walk down a metaphorical beach to space port of some type. I will set out on a journey to rediscover who I was and I will be better informed about who I am, and I will better equipped to decided who I will be and where I will be it at.