(Dream) Sacred trees, Jan 24, 2026

Two days ago I had this dream that, for some reason, I intensely felt to write down.

I remember I was on a road, in a mountain area. The reality in that dream was very similar to this one, although a bit different at the same time. I was passing through that area in the mountains, when I encountered this person, a guy, who mentioned that he found a facility where people can go and end their life by pressing a button that detonates an atomic bomb and kills them together with a part of the world.

I know how strange this concept sounds for our ears in this reality here, but in the reality of that dream, apparently, this was something possible and made available. So I remember I met this guy, he was very thin in stature, definitely gave off some homosexual vibes, and he told me he decided to put himself through this procedure and end his life in this way.

Immediately as I heard him say this, I felt a deep sense of alert and concern. Doesn’t he realise the harm he is about to do by choosing to die in this way? Detonating a bomb that would kill not only him but damage so much more of the world? Somehow, in that version of reality, apparently, you were just allowed to do that if you wanted. But I was extremely alerted, and I didn’t knew how to make this guy change his mind. Because I instinctually knew that if I would try to tell him not to do it, it won’t work, I won’t be able to convince him.

So I went to that facility that he told me about, which was near the area in the mountains where I encountered him. He was given a room there, in that building, where he could stay and take his time before he felt ready to push the button and end his life. The managers, the people that owned that company and that business, prepared a device with that ‘death button’ and placed it in his room, and informed him that when he is ready… he just goes to the button and pushes it. He was left undisturbed, the owners of that business didn’t came to pressure him or to check upon him or to rush him in any way. He was living his last days in that room, which also had a small window with a view towards the mountains. The button was, interestingly enough, placed on a table in front of the window.

I don’t remember exactly how I managed to get inside that facility. I think I subscribed for the same procedure, so I can get inside and learn more about it. But I remember I managed to enter that building. I was by myself and I remember climbing some stairways, walking through some corridors trying to get to the room where I knew this guy was. The atmosphere inside the building was rather obscure, like one of those old hotel buildings, not necessarily scary, but obscure and without much light. Lights were very dim, and everything was engulfed in semi shadow and obscurity.

I walk through some corridors, then walk up some stairs, and right before reaching the room where I knew this guy was, I encounter a larger hallway where I see a cross with a man on it, similar to the image of Christ. I see this man hanging there, on that cross. The image is not scary, he was just hanging there, apparently dying in this way, out of his own volition. So I think this was a facility where, perhaps, people came to die and they could chose various ways.

Something strikes me intensely about this men on the cross. His head was lowered, he didn’t spoke, nor did I knew if he is conscious or not of my presence, although in my heart I felt that he sensed me, he was aware.

I feel something very altruistic, pure and courageous, about him. I can just feel that. I can also see things written on the bottom of the cross, things about him. I think it was his name and the duration, for how long he was there on that cross. I remember seeing something like either 3 months or 3 years. In any case, it was a long period of time which made me feel how much suffering has this men went through, willingly.

And there was something very altruistic about his act, I don’t know how to explain it, but I felt a sense of reverence, deep reverence and a sort of holiness towards him.

I move pass this men on the cross, and right behind him was the room in which this other guy, the thin one that I met before in the mountains, was living his last days, before he could take the final decision, push the button, detonate the bomb, kill himself and a part of the world.

I enter that room and I reach this guy. I think I arrived exactly in the last day, in the last moments, when he was actually ready to push the button. I can feel what he was feeling. He didn’t wanted to die, he was not ready, but he was just too disillusioned with his life. Being filled with resentment and bitterness for how the world treated him. Feeling miss-understood, shunned, not appreciated, not valued, not given a chance to express, to be heard. I knew, I could feel what is in his heart, but I had to act very tactfully, because if I would have tried to convince or urge him not to do it, it might have resulted in the opposite.

So he was almost ready, convincing himself that he is ready to die, to push the button, that he has lived his life, etc. He didn’t appeared concerned about destroying a part of the world along with him, somehow.

So I remember I went to him and just started to talk to him and spend time with him. Asking him more about that button, asking him more about that atomic bomb. Does he truly understand the implications of this? I talked calmly, truly being considerate and close to him. I was there for some time, I tried to make him see how there is something very wrong about the owners of this business that offer such a treacherous weapon, such a way to kill yourself. But I couldn’t be too overt about it, because I feared scaring him, making him stop trusting me.

As I said, I think I also subscribed for that program, so I can understand what the procedure is about. Because I remember telling him something like “How come they make this button so available? Look, they placed my button so openly, so readily, it almost has no protection to it. Why do they make it so available, so ready to push?” And then I explained about the atomic bomb, how much damage it does to other parts of the world, but without trying to convince him not to do it.

Somehow my closeness, my genuine friendship, made him want to leave the facility for some days. He didn’t let go of the thought of doing it, the opportunity would still be there, but he decided to get outside and have some other experiences. So we went out of that room together, and as we passed through the hallway where the men on the cross was previously, we look and see that there is no men on the cross anymore.

Wow! I was dumbfounded, and I felt an extreme internal sense of reverence, that I couldn’t communicate or express. This guy also knew about the men on the cross, he saw him during his stay there. We start reading what is written on the bottom of the cross, and we find out that this men decided to leave the cross 3 days ago. Wow!

So apparently I was there with that suicidal guy for some days.

I felt a sense of deep relief and complete liberation to see that men on the cross… finally deciding to leave his cross.

I go outside with this ex-suicidal guy, the mountain area was so beautiful. We start walking down the mountain road together and we soon encounter some other folks, some guys that were there with a car. We start chatting with them, they begin reminiscing about some old music from the 90’s, they start playing some records, we start chanting and even dancing a bit. The suicidal guy made friends with these folks and decided they would go I don’t know where together.

I remember I was there with them, on that mountain road, and as I look to my right I see a portion of the road which had a clear view towards the mountains. I go to take a closer look, and …. oh, my, god! I see this indescribable tree, or trees! There was this extremely tall, I never saw in my life a tree this tall, it was the size of a mountain, literally… immense. And I think there were 2 or 3 trees growing together, appearing like one. And they seem to be some coniferous type, perhaps?

I feel struck with awe and an indescribable feeling of remembrance, of truth, looking at them.

I felt a sense of sacredness and profundity like I never felt in my life. My entire body was trembling with recognition, with truth, with love but also with an indescribable sorrow and pain, to remember what has been done to them, what we lost. I felt like crying from all my cells at once, remembering what these trees were, and how few of them were left, as even in that version of the world many of them, almost all, were destroyed. And people walked by and they didn’t even noticed or realised …. what they are!!!

And so in a burst of complete awe and the most terrible sadness, I turn to this guy… I want him to see them as well. I know that these trees will save him, if he manages to see them. I go to get his attention, he was with these other guys that he made friends with. I make him come with me, I tell him about the trees that I saw, trying to make him see them as well. I point to them, but when we look… there were other trees there, not the ones that I saw. We continue to try to see them, we change our angle and position, and he figures out.. that if he lays himself down on the pavement of the street, from that position… he is able to see them! I lay myself down near him, looking at the trees together. And I knew, in that moment I knew that he truly saw them. He understood. He Saw! I knew he knew now, I knew he knew the Truth. I knew his heart was saved from that moment on, and I knew that… finally now… there is someone who truly understands me, what I feel when I talk about these trees, what I see.. when I look at them.

Finally, now, I could let out my cry… knowing that someone else knows what they are. And the profundity of that moment, finally feeling like there is someone else that sees them, I fell into a deep, almost uncontrollable cry. It felt like I was crying with all my being, every cell in my body, I started trembling, and this guy knew what I was going through, because now he understood, now he knew. And he held me in his arms, allowing me to cry.

We were there in the middle of the road, crumbled there together, I remember a car passed by, but I didn’t mind it, I didn’t moved. I continued to cry… and this is how I woke up.

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Jan 24, 2026