My visit with Patricia

My visit to the following place had to have been over two hours. The discussion between myself and one other person would fill twice the pages I have here if I wrote it all out. As I like to write out the conversations, I have in my dreams, most of this discussion was on me and my family along with a lot of personal things. Because of this, I only wrote out what pertained to the person and place I was in.

Thursday, April 24, 2014; (Out of body experience)
I had been on a boat for a few minutes when it came to me that I was dreaming. From what I saw, the boat may have been somewhere around 60 feet long and about ten feet wide. It was built as a shuttle because the interior had soft seats lined on each side facing each other. The top was covered in a tinted glass or plastic to protect the passengers from the bright sun and elements. I looked around seeming to be the only one aboard.

I stood and looked out the canopy on each side. The sky was a cloudless Maya blue, and the water around me was vast and calm. To the back of the boat was an open area. I walked to the rear and stood on the stern. A coastline was far behind me from where the boat had left. I turned and headed to the forward section to see who might be piloting the vessel.

The boat was far quieter than I expected, and moved quickly over the water. The bow held a sliding a transparent door which led out to a ten-foot ten-foot square deck. I did not see any cabin or area for piloting. I figured the boat may be self-propelled. I looked out over the water in front. A few miles a head rose a tall structure out of the ocean; it seemed this was my destination.

The structure was a trio of colors. Its main surface was white with dots and streaks of green. Around the dots of green there blazed azure blue lights. As I got closer the structure looked more like an ocean vessel, larger than any, I had ever seen in my reality. Three tall inward curved columns rose into the air and met at a dome structure topped in green.
Soon I began to pick out the green as gardens and the top dome as a forest. People walking along the waters edge of the structure came into view. Just over a mile out I could see the columns outer surface held terraced gardens. The blazing azure blue turned out to be windows set all throughout the structure. A ring of them ran around the edge of the dome. On the level just above the water some fifty feet up to the windows looked to be door openings onto balcony gardens. These were wide and placed about twenty to twenty-five feet apart.

Between the apartments and water line, the structure sloped out into a beach perhaps one hundred feet. This I assumed ran around the entire structure which had to be at least a mile wide or more. An area I was approaching had docks cut into the surface. A few held boats like the one rode in. Standing next to one of the empty docks was a woman looking my way.

The boat slowed and eased into the slip that had been molded into the shape of the boat. The boat docked smoothly and fit into the slip as if it were part of the surface. The woman stood only a few feet away watching me. She had a deep tan unless it had been her natural color. Her hair was curly and held nearly the same tint as her skin coming down to touch her shoulders. She stepped up to the boat and held out her hand; I took it and stepped up next to her.
“William?” she asked surprisingly and with an astonish look.

“Yes.” surprised myself she would know me if this was an out of body experience. With the look on her face, she had not been expecting me.

“Hi, it’s so great to meet you. I’m Patricia.” her gaze at me turned to one as if she were meeting a celebrity for the first time.

“Were you expecting someone else?” I asked.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone. I just found myself here, on the shore of my home. You may not understand, but I’m having a dream or an out of body experience.”

“Then we both are; this must be a meeting place between realities.” I announced to her.

“I only arrived a few moments ago right here. I saw the boat arriving and thought I should wait. When you got close, I noticed you from pictures on the net.”

“Your facial features resemble my daughter.” I told her.

“Really? It does make sense you see; I am the great-granddaughter of your granddaughter Abby.” she said.

“That would make you my,” I had to think, “my great, great, great-granddaughter.”

“Yes.” she asked.

“So you’re in the future while I’m in the past. What year are you from?”

“2105. This is my home.” she waved her left arm over the structure, “or the dream version but, it is accurate.”

“If this is a ship, it’s huge.”

“It’s a floating community, a home. Also an acronym for Habitations Of Mobile Environments. I’ve been trying for years to find out more of my family. There’s not much on my father’s side. All I know of my mothers is my great-grandmother Abby, who I met once when I was five. We stayed with her for a few days. I told her of dreams I had. She said I took that after my great-great grandfather. She said he visited strange places in his sleep and shared them with the world. She added he even had visited her great-granddaughter when she was much older, and her name was Patricia also.”

“Which one was that?” I asked.

“My visit with Patricia.”

“I don’t recall that one.”

“I’m sure. That’s because you haven’t written it yet. My guess is this is it. When you get back in your reality, you’ll write it and post it to the net. It’s how I’ll find you.”

“I would have thought it should have been easy; it’s the Internet. At least, some version of Facebook would still be around.” I said.

“Let me take you on a tour of the place and I’ll explain.”

“Is this keeping within the dream I’ll write out.” I asked.

“Yes.” she began stepping toward the inner structure, I kept to her side.

“There is no Internet, a few things killed it. It took away all privacy. A majority of people dropped it others just got bored. Those that stuck it out began to lose everything. There was so much corruption on the net that millions of people lost everything in stocks, finances and stolen identities. Businesses collapsed from people removing themselves from the online world. Businesses that were off line became the new money makers. The only way to make it, was to stay away from the net. Some government and historical societies kept a lot of the data for history, but it soon became illegal to keep any personal information.”

By this time, we made it up the slopped embankment to an opening to the interior. While we had walked and I listened, I took in the scene around me. The material we walked on was white and soft. There were no seams or breaks in the surface. Pineapple, banana and other fruit trees grew in single file’s dozens of feet from the waters edge.
We entered an enormous hall that ran out of sight in the curved part of the HOME.

“I would really like to know more of my family.” she said, bringing us to a stop in front of a large ten feet high and twelve long curved screen. “My mother and father raised me on the oceans, and we never did any visit family but for once, on my mother’s side. I met my great-grandmother, Abby, when I was about five. I think we stayed with her for several days.”

The conversation bounced back and forth from changes of the twenty century to our family. She explained that due to the collapse of the Internet and financial institutions, governments went down or declared Marshall law. The United states was one that declared. With Marshall, law came the militia breaking out small wars throughout the states. Between the fighting, flooding and devastating storms, families were separated.

Even through all the hardships many cities and communities made it. While factories went down those that held the 3d printers could provide many needed resources. Buy the time all things were falling apart, 3d printers had advanced to the stage of building homes, structures and also caused a further economic collapse due to being self-sufficient. One major export of the printers was floating vessels.

Barges were the easiest of the vessels to print out, and size was never a problem. Like Lego’s, these barges could lock together, and soon small communities were being built upon the water. The printers built their own replacement parts along with any parts or repairs needed for the H.O.M.E’s. Once you added dirt and gardens, the H.O.M.E communities cut themselves off from the main lands.

As printers could build copies of themselves, many were established throughout the world until even most communities had them. If you could grow your own food, the printer provided everything else including weapons. Years later another advance was when printer technology began to print out food. It was not the best tasting or nutritious, but it kept you alive.

With most, all needs met, a person never had to work for anyone else to earn a living. Factories, banks and cities collapsed further. Money soon became obsolete. Once things began to settle down on land, many fed up with the governments also turned to the seas.

The screen we stood in front of came on. An image of the HOME shown from several hundred feet above and off to one side. As we exchanged information, me supplying family knowledge and her a HOME tour.

The H.O.M.Es were totally self-sufficient. The main body was doughnut shaped. The top side was flat where the gardens grew. On the outside, living quarters ran mostly around the structure. Below the living quarters, the surface gently slopped outward into the water creating a beach shoreline. Around the shoreline grew fruit trees. The white material that made up the HOME also captured energy. It collected this energy through solar and pressure. A wave, the wind, even a foot step against the surface produced energy, which was transferred to batteries. All windows throughout the HOME were transparent and solar collectors; the structure brought in far more energy than needed. Water was collected from rain and sea.

Even cities on land were being made of the same material which led to utilities company’s becoming obsolete. Oil and coal were no longer needed stopping most productions. The biggest problems now in Patricia’s time were storms. On land, the storms caused floods, drought and crop damage. Since printed homes were designed to handle most weather, they still did no good if the area you lived in became unlivable. The H.O.M.Es solved this problem. Massive engines moved the structures away from hurricanes and rough seas while also directing them in the path of rain that fed the corps and filled reservoirs.

This movement also kept them away from skirmishes on land and water. At the time, it was the habit for these ocean communities to run on silence. Satellites easily picked them up, but if you did not know which nationality, a H.O.M.E held, usually it was left alone. Patricia moved to this HOME when hers reached its population quota. Every home had a limit on its population and once met; volunteers were asked to relocate to new HOME. Patricia had moved to this HOME almost ten years ago where she met her husband, and they had a seven-year-old daughter.

Under the garden which was the interior top floor were most of the living quarters. On the inside ring across from the living quarters were the cafeterias. No one had kitchens in their homes. On the lower, level were shops and entertainment areas. These levels of the interiors were and wide and high. Light shafts all throughout the hall brought in streaming beams of light.

Trenches of soil ran along each wall and from those grew flower and fruit trees up to thirty feet. On each side of the living quarter’s doors, occupants grew plants and bushes of their choice. The whole inside on each level was an arboretum. The next level down held manufacturing from parts, boats and food production. Although I never got a chance to visit the area, An outer area next to manufacturing was transparent. One could walk or sit and take in the ocean from many feet under.

The screen we stood in front of was so clear that it gave me the sensation I was actually floating through each part of the HOME. Outside in the center of the ring, held the HOMES reservoir and water park. Swimming, snorkeling, water rides, skiing and so on. The three main columns that rose from the inner edge and connected to the large dome above, were terraced living quarters. These quarters were often taken by patrons once a new H.O.M.E. Patricia’s husband and daughter lived in one of the columns.

Quarters in the ring were usually taken by new comers later and/ or children who had become adults and moved out. All living quarters held a balcony. On these balconies were small gardens that the occupants grew. The gardens could be anything from extra foods that families wanted for themselves or foods that were not grown in the community gardens. These foods were then used for bartering.

The dome on the H.O.M.E. had two purposes. The top area was set up as a park and forest which included animals such as deer, raccoons, squirrels and other creatures that were community safe. The underside of the dome held an amphitheater large enough for the entire population.

During the tour of the HOME, she also described how she had come about finding me. The so-called Internet had not completely died but only carried information. Because of the straggle hold it had on the world it was now known as the “net.” To stop the damage of identity thief it became illegal to place any personal information on the net. Even information on deceased people was forbidden due to leading to family members.

While the net began to crash in the first quarter of the 21st century, countless information was lost. The only information Patricia had on her family had been a great-grandmother named Abby, and her great-great-great grandfather named William. There was no longer a web and Patricia had to locate each company or Historical society that had information from the early 21st century.

She searched personal dreams, which brought up billions of hits. From there she searched the dreams with an author named William, this reduced her findings down to millions. There she hunted for any that had the name Abby and Patricia; the total was still near a million. She spent months in pursuit hitting dead ends or new searches. Then one day a thought came to her.

Her great grandmother Abby had mentioned the dream her grandfather had had. If he had placed it on the net for all to see, perhaps he would have given it an easy title. Patricia went as far as to believe that if William had indeed visited her in the future she could give him the title. Patricia typed in, “My visit with Patricia.” Only one came up. From there she found hundreds thousands of my dreams and a few sites I had were on file.

Due to personal information laws the only way, she had to find out more on me, and our family was if she had the personal passwords to those sites. At that point, I gave Patricia the code on how all my passwords were set up. I also informed her that she would find a genealogy list of our family that went back hundreds of years.

I stepped up to Patricia and gave her a long deep hug. She hugged me back, but I could still see may have been a bit confused.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“I don’t know when one of us may be waking up and I didn’t want to depart without hugging you.”
She leaned into me again and gave me another hug.

“When you get back could you tell my great grandmother hello for me?” she requested.
“I will but she’s only eight, she might not understand.”

“You can wait until she’s older.” Patricia said.

“No, I’m going to tell her as soon as I get back. Besides, I have to write about all this so you can find me.”

“People may think you’re a bit crazy.” she said smiling.

“From this dream? Obviously, you haven’t read many of my dreams.” I told her.
My eyes batted open as music from my alarm woke me.

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