I dreamed that I was walking northward through the wilderness at night with a group that had mistaken me as one of their own. I looked up and noticed that the moon was setting behind the eastern horizon instead of the west. This alarmed me, and I tried to bring the phenomenon to my companions' attention, but they just brushed it off as nothing unusual.
After the moon fully set, we started climbing a steep hill. I looked up and saw the moon again, this time in the northern sky. I was alarmed again, as I've spent my entire life in the Northern Hemisphere, so from my perspective the moon's zenith is supposed to be in the southern sky. I quickly forgot about the moon however when I noticed a familiar planet hovering to the right of the moon, much larger in size.
“The Earth!” I exclaimed. I thought I might be on another world.
“It's just a construct,” said one of my companions, implying that it was a simulation.
Ahead of me, embedded into the side of the hill, was a canvas sheet with a zippered opening in the middle. One of my companions beckoned me to follew him before he disappeared into the canvas.
I too entered the canvas, then found myself in a small bunker. We seemed to be in a concealed space, secretly observing people, not too unlike the culural observation posts from Star Trek. Our bunker was embedded into a larger room—a chapel—and several people were attending Sunday services, which was something I hadn't been able to do since the COVID-19 lockdown began.
I then woke up.