In my dream society has transitioned, it feels more medieval however I know this is future time. I am with but not part of a family subsisting in an Arc. A land Arc with a huge arching wooden roof. I feel like I'm simply observing, there's nothing to do or to force - this is a process. I don't know why I'm with this family, they are pre-occupied with the drama of surviving and processing the breakdown of society - I offer no threat. Perhaps also, there's a unity of spirit beginning to spark from the shift.

End times now, we're on the move with the palette of dream images accentuating the struggle of humanities complete release of control then unfolding into divine vulnerability. I watch as the family morph, half human - half zebra.. now all zebra. I am still here, the observer; calm and still