Dreamt I Crossed the Multiverse. Need Interpretation or Explanation
I was myself. Everything was normal, and I had an empty bag and a book about the rules to cross the multiverse so I wouldn’t be recognized. Most of it was staying out of sight, and what to do if someone DOES see you.
I went through a door, and ended up at my estranged Father’s house. This was my intention in the dream but I was trying to go back in time at a very specific point so I could get some childhood pictures. The thing is. It was a completely different house than the one that not-dream-me knows, but dream-me was very confident in where everything was.
I had ended up in the upstairs area that had a kitchenette, a second living room, and a large storage room that probably should’ve been a bedroom, but it connected to the attic so it made more sense to be storage. Almost all of the boxes in there were labeled with my name and I was going through them to fill up my bag when I heard someone coming up the stairs. It was my father, and I only know because I saw him through the crack.
When I saw he was making a drink in the kitchenette, I left the room and tried to leave via the same door I travelled through but it was gone!! So I went to the living room to look for one, and I heard him coming and I couldn’t think of anything so I laid on the floor and referenced my book. It gave me some line to say 3x and said it couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t recognize me after some time, but to just get out as fast as I could.
When I stood back up, he was on the couch with his drink. He was staring at the tv, but never turned it on and was just drinking alone and in silence. He why I had been on the floor and I said I was a new house cleaner that was trying to make sure I didn’t miss any dust under the furniture.
Well we start chatting about this and that and he gets up and asks me to follow him. He leads me downstairs and it looked like the first house I remember living in. The one I lived in when he and my mother divorced when I was five. He brings me to my old bedroom and says “it needs dusting. I haven’t been in there in years, but I don’t want it to be dirty.” I go in and it’s set up the exact same way it was when I was little, but the pictures on the walls show that I lived there as a teenager. He walks in with me and looks around and starts to get tearful looking at the pictures and the collage boards and there’s a card on the bedside table he picks up and asks me to read it.
It’s a condolence card. I had apparently disappeared from that house when I was 17 and was presumed dead. When I finished reading the card, he asked me “why did you come back?” And I was in shock because I had forgotten I was supposed to leave and not let him recognize me. I didn’t have anything to say. He told me about how he looked and worried for months and couldn’t believe that after almost 10 years, I’d come back and pretend to be someone else entirely. He looked partly angry but mostly heartbroken. So I hugged him and told him the truth. That I wasn’t from that reality and I was trying to get to a different time in my own. I hugged him and told him I was sorry for causing him such a heavy grief.
I asked him “do I look happier now?” And he looked at me, and I mean REALLY looked and he smiled and said “you do.” I hugged him again and said “I have to go now” and I woke up in my bed.
I tried looking up the core pieces of the dream, but all the results were about how we actually travel to different multiverses when we dream and it made me sad. Bc if it’s true, that means I visited him in a dream the way my grandma visits me.