Ascending above my physical form… I’m not disappointed I’m just uneasy.

I had a dream that a coworker and I found a piggy bank full of coins we wanted to turn in for cash. I grabbed his shoulder before he left with it and suggested that we offer it to the gods just to see what happens. The offering portion of the dream is hazy but in short, we found a way to ascend from earth into the realm of ultimate reality. The feeling was horrifying in an exciting, anxiety inducing way. We had to be rolling backward downhill in his truck for it to catch us and sweep us up of the plane. The first few seconds was like being in a rocket taking off into space, the gravity flooded over our faces, making us so heavy, and my body twitched so violently my coworker asked if I was okay. I always grabbed his hand tight, scared, and excited, and needing to be sure he was still there as we passed over. I remember him tilting my chin up so the force wouldn’t fold my head down against my neck. I stared up at the top of the truck we were in and tried not to look out the windows. My chest felt so flighty as we left the physical realm behind. When the pressure abate, I could feel we were still ascending. It was much slower, smooth, the car and my body weren’t jostling around like I was being catapulted. I could finally look out my window, though it frightened me, and saw a sprawling city of metal buildings roofed and windowed with orange and yellow glass, poking high above thick fog that blocked the streets below. The truck settled onto a big conveyor belt that slid us into a dark tunnel. We entered a massive building I couldn’t bring myself to look at as we moved beneath. Inside, we were stuck in a black mesh ball that floated high above a control room, moving slowly as though giving us a tour. The room we found ourselves in was massive, with human looking equipment the size of giants. There were rows of screens blinking orange, swirling with images my brain couldn’t comprehend, like there was a weird block preventing me from seeing it. Close to and pointed directly at the screens were thick black cameras like you see on movie sets. There was an entire room of just these and I somehow knew that these were our realities being projected to us. Following the pit of snaking wires back further I saw a secondary space that was covered up by a domed room that had flashing orange lights like flower petals dancing across its top. Much as I strained, I couldn’t see anything through its little doors and windows. Over to the left, these strange, squat looking beings traveled up and down floors on curving, moving walkways like you see at the airport. They all had badges. For them, it was another day at work. I wondered if their near human exterior was another allusion meant to keep my mind from going insane. One of the trips I remember jumping out of the ball to see what would happen. I fuzzed out before hitting the ground and ended up right back where I started. Another trip I remember looking desperately outside my ball for answers. We passed over a crowd of individuals siting in yellow theater seats watching a large screening of something my brain couldn’t process. when they all looked up at me, I flew back into my seat, feeling like I should pretend to be unaware and unbothered by everything happening. The last time, we made it outside. the ball popped on an upper level, dropping us gracefully to our feet. A girl in front of us with a crisp white shirt, tight pony tail, and clipboard stopped talking into her headset and gave me a knowing glance. She quirked a smile as if to say “I know you’re aware but I’ll let it slide.” She was going to give us a tour, which I don’t remember at all. I remember feeling like the “Gods” were showing me all of this to remind me that I am small, and nothing going on around me is actually real. Considering everything going on in my life it was the most positive message a dream could have sent me.