Travel to the Future, I don’t remember being human

I’ll start with the end of thus dream because it’s the part I can best remember, and also the most relevant to my interests.

In this dream, I knew I was dying faster than most other people, I would be dying younger, and would see less of the future. So I decided to travel far into the future by myself. Somehow this would happen with me running through this cave, a cave that reflected all of time and history, I suppose.

As I walked–no, ran within the cave, I eventually got to a point where, I guess, it was the end of that cave, or very near it. It was then that I heard someone behind me.

Even though this was a cave, there was mo shelter to be found. I continually got tripped up by the snow and ice on the ground. Eventually I got to the end of the cave, where there seemed to be another exit. I ran toward it, but not before 2 people saw me, a guy and a girl, dressed in cave-folk clothing, but looking somewhat civilized.

“Who are you? Leave me be!” I yelled.

A response came back in a language I could barely understand, one which sounded of English, but also of something else entirely. they yelled again, this time in English, but heavily accented, with an accent I’d never heard.

“You talk English?” I asked.

I was told by the couple that the Progenitor taught them, that he had been around a very long time. I knew from my travel that I was very far into the future, at least 200,000 years (I had seen some i knew die of old age), and I knew these people were as human to me as we would be to Homo Erectus.

As I steppes out of the cave, a larger group of them exited behind me. One I thought I recognized, but didn’t really, though she reminded me of someone I knew. I said a name, but she didn’t respond. Then another person I thought I recognized appeared. Again, I said his name.

He recognized it. He answered back.

Overjoyed, I grabbed him by the shoulders and asked him, “How is it you’re still alive?!”

The people around us seemed to revere him, and it quickly became obvious he was the Progenitor.

He answered slowly, “A lot of time, a lot of change. As time passed my body was altered with technology and so I lived.”

“You’ll have to tell me about all of this!” I said, excited about hearing about all the history he had gone through, all the people he’d met, all the things he had experienced.

“I can’t,” he said. After giving him a quizzical look, he continued. “I don’t remember my past. It has been so long, and there has been so much, and I have had so many changes, that for me to remember my life like you want me to would be impossible, like a man trying to remember life as a baby. And I don’t remember when stopped remembering, either. I just know what one day I couldn’t remember Or even find sermons being preached, concerts being sung, or anything else of that life. I was no longer a person, I was a force of nature, the wind embodied. My lifespan was so great that I became more than a person… I am a god!”

I don’t know what I saw in his eyes, but I knew the the person I knew was gone. We walked back through the cave and he showed me some history.

It seems I traveled far longer than 200,000 years, and that this was more his creation than he’d let on. In a new cave he showed me the stars, and the labels of the civilizations that lived therein. He showed me how Earth attempted to colonize the universe, only to be driven back to their cradle by a younger, more apt race.”

All through this, I couldn’t help but think that this fully grown man was less than a baby when I knew him as a full grown man, and that his memory went far further than I could imagine, even though it didn’t go as far as our shared origins.

I walked along some snowy tracks and thought about all of this, thought about what his life must be like and about the civilization here, or lack thereof.

That’s when I woke up.

Prior to this there were bits and pieces of people talking about aging, and some travel within the time cave, although it was less about time travel and more about who would live the longest. But I don’t remember much from that, and despite setting the atmosphere of the dream, it was this second part which was most affective to me.