(Dream) The staged reality and the invasion of the real

I woke up yesterday from this most striking dream.
I am trying to describe the events as best as I can, although I don’t know if I will truly manage it.

At the beginning of this dream I see this family, mother, father and a child.
I was the child, a young boy, blond, around 5-6 years old. All throughout the dream I saw the events either from the perspective of this child, either from a third person perspective, as if looking from an outside point in space at the entire scene. Sometimes, I saw the events from the perspective of the mother as well.

The events happened in a different time period or a different era than this current modern one (2025). I am not able to point out exactly what time or what era, because the setup in the dream was so different than anything I saw or heard about, from any historical era.

This family was living in a sort of small, but somehow significant city or village, in a rocky, mountain area. The vegetation didn’t strike me as being excessively green, more like a pale brown, or sepia color? The nature around was extremely alive and energising, though, and there was a general profundity about life, unlike what is found in our current modern society.

We were living there, in that mountain area, and at some point, a war broke out. I don’t remember why or how, but I remember some people started turning against other people, I remember rocks started to be thrown, from the peaks of the mountain, down towards the village. I don’t know who was throwing them, either some people from the village, either some other army or force.
I remember my father was trying to understand what was happening, and he was standing so close to those areas in which the rocks started to fall, but he didn’t flinch an inch, he was not a coward to run away or anything. 
Then I remember someone came and told us that we have to move out from that village; it was a person, like a general or a high person in command. It seemed like we were some sort of wealthy or important family, or part of some type of legacy of sorts, and we were moved from that village, along with some other families.

I remember we had a certain vehicle of sorts, like a car, but it didn’t looked anything like the cars from our current modern age. It looked more like a carriage, but done out of copper (?), it was brownish, copperish in color, and with some form of decorations to the top. It was self propelled, though, and not carried by horses. I remember my father drove this vehicle to this other location, deeper into the mountains.

We started living in this simple establishment, very basic in nature, more of a bed with a roof on top of it. I remember we only had some basic foods. I remember some type of darker strips of something, which later in the dream I found out it was deer meat, which my mother was keeping it for me. I remember she refused to eat meat all throughout this war, she considered it a sign of commemoration and respect for the people going through the war.

The area in which we lived was very silent and quiet, there was no war or invasion there, it seemed like we were deeper into the mountains, somehow. My father would constantly come and go, he would go more into the areas affected by the war, and he would come back each day. I don’t know what duty he had, but I have the sensation that he was interacting with other generals from the war, and other people in high charge.

And here is where it gets strange.

I remember this scene where I was with this other man, a relative of ours, that came to visit us, and he brought to me some… kinder eggs! This commercial type of chocolate, in the shape of an easter egg that you open it in half, and you find a small toy or a surprise inside. I remember I was seeing around me about 5-6 of these kinder egg halves, with their red and white plastic covers.
Then, the man asked me: “do you know how much one of these costs?” (he was referring to the kinder eggs). I shrugged, had no idea. He went on to say, “These cost millions, for the amount of one of these chocolate eggs we could get one of these high quality beer mugs with freshly made beer, delivered to us by the craftsman in person”, and he pulled one of these beautifully crafted, bronze mugs of sorts. This was a very precious object with an intricate design, forged in bronze or copper, with some gold inlays, pertaining to that era that we were in.
But that’s the thing, ‘cause that beautifully crafted cup was from that era, but the kinder chocolate was not!

Not long after this scene, the final part of the dream happened, which shocked me to my core and this is why I decided to write this dream.

After that period, where we lived in that very poor establishment, deeper into the mountains (it must have been 2-3 years), we were moved to a new location. I remember my father driving our vehicle and we arrived at this place, where there were these taller and similar looking buildings, lined up in a raw. It was an entire area of fully new and finished buildings, completely varnished, clean, but no one living in them.
And that’s when I had the first strike of memory from this reality (2025), and I realised… “this is a city block!”
It was a fully made neighbourhood of apartment homes, in a Spanish type of style (?), but completely un-inhabited.

We were brought to that neighbourhood so we can live there for some time, but we didn’t even got to settle because there was another sudden strike of the war, and they had to quickly move us again; taking us deeper into this fully established but completely un-inhabited city.

I remember it was night, they ushered us through the doors and corridors of this large museum or library of sorts, we entered into this large room or hallway. And that’s where the shock happened.
As we entered into this museum or library, I started seeing these black screens, I saw smartphones and QR codes on some of the sign posts from that fancy and large museum room!
I approached one of the black screens and it opened up as I got in front of it. I saw this strange creature displayed on it, a small dinosaur of sorts, but more fat and round, green-brown in color, depicted on that screen. The creature told me: “I was fully generated with AI so you can ask me anything”. It was like an interactive screen from that museum made so that people could learn about the history or biology of the exhibits displayed there.

And, at that point, my memory from my current self (2025) fully merged with my memory from my dream self, the child in that other time period, and I understood what was happening.

This was a fully made city, with buildings, technologies, stores, products, etc, which was prepared ahead of time, basically our current modern era, but not yet inhabited! These different time periods, with these different world setups, were not separated between them by time, but they existed in the same place, separated somehow by different spatial coordinates. Because of the war, they had no where else to move us and they crossed the boarders between one world setup to another, bringing us to this current modern era. And this is why that relative of ours, that man, was able to bring to me those strange, unusual … kinder eggs!

Once I understood what was happening I telepathically transmitted it to my mother and she understood it as well.

So I was in that museum room with the black screens and the smartphones, there were some people hurrying and ushering us to move on, they were trying to lead us through some doors and corridors, deeper into that museum or towards some other place. Before leaving that room, I quickly tried to take one of those smart phones with me, trying to hide it in my pants, so that I can later prove this entire modern world was staged.

And in the midst of all this hurry and the realisation of the staged reality, there was another striking moment, a more true and real realisation that occurred. Again, telepathically somehow, I communicated or asked my mother, “Well… if this world is staged and it is invaded by something, then that means…” and, in that moment, a flash of a true memory came down upon me like a thunder, “that means… that our true world is invaded as well.” And for a bit, for a flash, I saw something from the real world, but there is no image or words that I could use to describe it.

I bursted into such a cry, in the dream, it felt like my entire being was extinguished from the pain of what I saw that was happening in the real world, and I melted down on my knees, wailing, and this is when I woke up here in bed.

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Dream from Aug 23, 2025.