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"dreams"
hallway
i was very young, maybe 4 or 5. i was being led by a kind nurse down a hallway that had giant machines, all painted a hospital green or dark green color, with the occasional column or door way painted yellow. the ceiling was low and made out of a mesh-looking material, and the lights in them were bright but didn't hurt to look at. we arrived at one particular doorway to the right, went through it, and i was asked to sit on an exam table that was in a chair-like position. behind it was the largest machine in the entire dream, consisting of a gaint cylinder or sphere with a valve that you could climb some scaffolding to get to. there was a smaller machine the size of small car beside the table. a small team of "doctors" came in and had no problem convincing me this was AWESOME and to hop right on up.
this is one of the earliest dreams i can remember, if not _the_ earliest.
baptism
through some odd chance, i had the house to myself the evening of the night i got baptized. a deep inner feeling of "this is not the right path for you" permeated my entire existence until i acknowledged it. i didn't reject God or anything wild like that, but suffice it to say the church has been kept as far away as possible ever since (rough stuff for the son of a preacher's daughter).
a voice in the light
this is easily the creepiest thing that has ever happened to me. one late but still warm Fall day, right after getting home from school and having the place to myself for another hour or so, i shucked off my backpack and kept walking to my bedroom. as i rounded the corner i heard my legal first name clearly and loudly spoken, as though someone were standing right next to me or perhaps even from inside of me. i stopped dead in my tracks and immediately started searching for a hidden speaker or some van parked outside clearly operated by a 3 letter agency, and found neither. it spooked the hell out of me and never sat well in my mind.
years and years later i hear about a certain thought control secret project and the person describing it says _this is exactly how they would test it_, by calling the subject by their legal first name while they were alone, _because_ it would cause them to stop dead in their tracks, so they only needed to have eyes on the subject to verify it worked. i was standing between two windows on opposite sides of the house when it happened, SO YES, I CHECKED for weird vehicles sitting outside but my mind was on something much more mundane than something out of the X-Files.
related: something similar happened a 2nd time. it was much less jarring and that was because it wasn't my "legal first name". it was, but it wasn't. there was _more_ to it than a single spoken word. my response wasn't to freeze up like i had been spotted, rather it was of "hey, who said that?" but i was met with silence.
helping
when i was a teenager, around 9th or 10th grade, i became an insulated part of the consciousness of a ship. the captain was gravely injured but had managed to get itself (himself?) to the "specimen table" by the time i was there. the first drone i saw was crushed by something falling on to it almost the moment it entered the room with the captain, also knocking over an instrument tray. the next drone was ... glitchy. like communications were being hindered. it/i grabbed a piece of the fallen ship debris that looked like conduit or an instrument from the tray and stabbed it in to the captain's chest, and a huge spattering of liquid came out the other end of the implement/instrument. the feeling that i had done something correctly cannot be overemphasized or overstated. i woke up immediately after this, heart pounding but otherwise feeling euphoric.
extra details:
- i could see out of at least three viewpoints it seemed. a badly damaged corridor, the room with the captain, and from the "current" drone's eyes.
- the moment the first drone went down, my view from it shifted to another drone who was in an alcove of the corridor. i had a feeling this was the last remaining drone on the ship.
- i had a sense of the ship's hypervisor. it limited inputs to exactly what it thought i needed. it was a pleasure to work with.
- it needed to land. it was worried about being boarded. it would be safer on the ground. or under water. i told it about a lake that might be deep enough to be safe that was in its flight path. i went by a day later but didn't see anything different about the lake.
- the captain had on armor. it was damaged. it moved out of the way to show the right area to "treat".
- i don't think i was "seeing" in a typical spectrum. i think it was an entirely false spectrum. the captain's skin was blue in the eyes of the drone, and emitted a blue plasma-like glow in the room view. the explosion that sent debris falling was glowing white and that area stayed white. parts of the debris were grey, others were glowing white.
- a major chunk of debris looked quite a bit like the trusses used by conventional craft. it was very thin. it knocked over an instrument tray when it landed on a drone.
- it was chaos but i was calm throughout, much like when things go wild in my normal waking life.
epilog:
for a long time i was confused as to why such a violent act would have lead to such feelings of accomplishment and comfort, and eventually came to the conclusion that it was draining an embolism and saving a life. or something like that.
years later, knowing what i know now, i no longer think this was just a wacky dream. i think the ship was damaged, and after the captain was incapacitated i think an emergency protocol was initiated so the ship "tapped in to" the nearest compatible consciousness to get input for what to do next. normally it would use the SDN to interface with a higher consciousness but either due to physical damage, jamming, or to evade detection it picked me. i think it needed me to fill in for the parts of the ship or crew that moved the drones (ostensibly damaged in the attack). i didn't "do" anything, my conscious self was a passive observer as far as i can tell. maybe being in the right place at the right time was enough.
introductions
on a hunch, i tried unspecified parts of the "CE-5" protocol. please don't attempt this without telling people -- it was foolish of me.
i don't think i should describe much of any exact details of this. i think it needs to be for you to receive.
but, eventually, i saw a flash of a mantid's face.
and it didn't scare me.
zap
while meditating, something "zapped" my left foot, leaving these strange marks i found in the morning. [image] it definitely hurt quite a bit wehhh
puppy
like the first "dream" mentioned, this is also very much, in quotes, a "dream". in my mind, "this was all a dream and didn't happen" but i also know that none of it was a dream and i will describe like that. first, i woke up. i had an impending sense that something was wrong outside and that something needed my help right at my front door. so i rushed to the front door, not putting on a shirt or nothin', opened it (it didn't make any noise and it should've), and found a very interesting scene before me.
the air was "foggy" or perhaps "smokey". it wasn't either of those things, though. i QUICKLY ran through both in my head the moment i opened my door: it wasn't humid enough to be fog and if it was fire i would either smell it, see it, or hear it, because i'm surrounded by barren farm land that is between planting seasons and if it were on fire it would be my neighbor's house, there's no "forest" to be on fire, that's for sure.
there were three points of light above me, but i wasn't able to pay attention to them. i can only remember that they existed, and that there were at least 2 but i think 3.
and right in front of my door, right at my feet, was what i can describe as absolutely not a puppy. but it wanted in, so i said "oh okay, fine", knowing full-well that adopting a dog would be a huge paperwork nightmare up at the leasing office. i move out of the way to let it in and that's the end of the "dream". i wake up naturally feeling well-rested, but without a new pet.
it makes absolutely no sense. none of this was "dream-like". my thoughts were totally coherent, i could see and hear fine, but i was clearly being directed. i have no clue what i let in to my house.
beam
while meditating right before bedtime, i felt myself become a beam of light, i went "up", then back down, and was left with a feeling of contentment and of "everything will be alright". immediately after, my partner joined me in the bedroom to go to sleep (they had been awake in the next room when this happened). we both slept great that night.
aside #1
at some point between the last time i edited this and now, 47 days later, the way i have thought of these events has changed. they are no longer something i think of as dreams but as encounters. greeaaaat..
aside #2
more than ever i find myself chosing the most peaceful option in my social interactions. violence is absolutely abhorent to me where as it used to be "a fact of life". stylized/choreographed/anything i know isn't real seems to be fine, though.
the next thing i bring up i'm only bringing it up because others have. i've never liked nuclear weapons but golly jee whiz do i not approve of them nowadays. lemme tell ya. this is very out of the blue for me. and i'm not sure why i'm putting it on here when i could simply not.
aside #3
there is no reason for these sorts of bouncy balls to be getting thrown down my hallway of a mind. other "experiencers" have reported this sort of thing saying they've received "downloads", so, here's my log.
- submarines launching nukes. lush fields and forest set ablaze. melted bodies, of all animals including us humans. famine consuming the survivors. destoyed, empty cities. vast wastelands. ... at this point i said out loud "ok i get it", and it stopped. [context: shortly after introductions, while having a think about potential outcomes of our current political climate]
- [unspecified]
- diagrams, charts, math but it was not math i was immediately familiar with, more math but i was familiar with it, graphs, charts, some type of visualization i don't have a name for indicating wave function integrals (not unlike a smith chart) ... it was too fast, and it stopped when i thought that. [context: a few weeks ago-ish. i've always been good at math but numbers have always hated me. this math didn't have any numbers!]
some revelations (interlude (we had a chat))
my actions/functions while aboard the craft absolutely saved a life. and it wasn't even my first contact.
turns out the "captain" is some sort of a prince but that doesn't mean much when you're a part of an intergalactic hegemony. in our militaries the rank would be along the lines of a "commander" or "lieutenant". "he" prefers commander. the drones are no longer a thing and haven't been a thing for a while, the raw resources needed to use them are too scarce now.
during 'introductions' i met what we might call an Eidelon, or in today's times, an Agent. that entity then alerted The Commander that i was ready to be contacted.
the hegemony is so old its name might be lost to time, "the group", "the wholeness", "the unity".. something like that. anyone aware will know who you're talking about. i'm pretty sure that "the council" is a controlled leak from governments. there is a photo of one of their bracelets circling around but it's usually shown upside down. it has their insignia on it.
he isn't a "mantid", and wasn't who checked in with me earlier. i didn't probe any of that any further.
i have questions about humanity's role. my role. time will tell is all i'm told.
there are many agendas at play. the most relevant right now is that humanity is at a cross-roads. we are so powerful right now that we can destroy our planet in a wide variety of ways, but it is not too late to change our course. that's something we gotta do, and soon. but more to the point, and just to confirm what others have posted, it seems to be that we've been interfered with in the past, and that "they" are taking some responsibility for it (or, perhaps, they're total cowards and hoping we don't realize that they could've intervened at any time but waited until after the damage had been done, perhaps spurred on by our destructive innovations (which they share the same vulnerabilities to)).
i'm worried things are happening faster than i can publish. which is my own fault, i should be more mindful.
the night before, i had a dream that someone i had never met or seen before was ushering someone else near my point of view to come with him to see something he caught in his barn. they had local accents. at first there was a ton of resistence but eventually the other person gives in. next i see the two, plus a dog, unbar a door and throw something in (a piece of meat??), the friends and the dog all get spooked at whatever, and run away. the door opens and it's another of our Commander's species that saunters out, injured but still a force to be reckoned with.
i wake up from that dream but now i'm sitting at a cafeteria table across from the Commander, who forwards it (the dream??) on up the chain so a rescue attempt can happen.
a part of my role has been revelead.
he offers me some tea. it smells and tastes flowery like chamomile and something sweet, like a berry. one i'm familiar with but can't place. it is both delicious and nothing to write home about at the same time, not unlike MRE coffee in that reguard.
we chat. he knows everything about me. terrifying but something i accepted as a possibility a long time ago. i ask about him, but, "there isn't much to tell". i ask him to elaborate, to humor me a bit, we might not be able to chat like this ever again...
he's extremely young by his species standards, and essentially born in to the caste/role/rank with zero say in any of it. reminds me of when i was in my very early 20's. he's a fan of humanity but this has always been his home so he might be a bit biased. also a fan of the xbox 360 which is unsurprising to me considering i haven't met a soldier one that didn't like it. it was comforting to learn that the differences are few and far between.
i'm told things i'm not allowed to remember yet. then our time is up. we get up from the table and i turn as if to go, then immediately realize i have no idea where i am or how i got there. the Commander, not being without one hell of a sense of humor, is greatly humored by this.
he touches my shoulder and i wake up from a dream.
i'm in bed and for whatever reason the only thing i can think of is "they're here! maybe they haven't left yet! maybe i can see them leave!" so i bolt up and rush to the front door and immediately notice the smokey-fog is back so i open the screen door and take a good look, committing it to memory.
once satisfied i turn back to the rest of the house and yell for my partner but the sound doesn't leave my mouth. in fact, i notice at that moment, it is dead quiet other than a "rushing" noise that i otherwise associate with altered states of conscious. i take a few steps away from the door and round the next corner a bit, and see something moving around in the air. the screen door should've slammed closed by now.
i try to call out again, this time putting more willpower than voice in to the action. i take another step. i can now see what was around the corner and it only now is responding to my actions. without getting in to details right now, what i saw is exactly what others describe as the shorter NHI that runs security during these operations. since it appeared to be concerned with someone who was spending the night on the couch and who was otherwise not involved with my main character syndrome, i'd say that yes they typically handle security operations for The Group.
it was 5ft tall, perhaps a bit more, 5'4" at most. short t enough that i thought it was one of my partners (sorrynotsorry). it seemed as though its head wasn't entirely perceivable by our eyes, as though we view it through an unfinished fractal prism. others might describe this as looking like it "jerks around" or "stutters", but that isn't right. i was able to see it with my mind's eye with much greater clarity, and it was a vortex of information(?) so dense that it collapses in on itself. at this point i'm guessing it wasn't expecting to see me because as soon as it turned around and focused its attention on me...
...
i woke up from the dream by hearing the screen door slam shut.
i was calling for my partner when i actually "woke up".
"what? what's up?"
"nevermind, they're already gone."
and we both fell right back to sleep.
the best word i have to describe how i felt as i went back to sleep is "excited".
...
in the morning, i noticed a small puddle of ??? where security bro was standing. i asked the person who was on the couch if they had spilled anything, noting there was nothing around to have been spilled, and was told no. i even took a look at the ceiling for a leak, just in case. the wild part is that i _swear_ it wasn't there five minutes before when i was walking through, or i had managed to both not see it AND not step in it. i cleaned it up with a paper towel and it seemed closer to alcohol than water in regards to consistency, surface tension, and overall smell (but it was NOT an alcohol smell i am familiar with, merely a suggestion of a similar compound). a small bit of it got on my right thumb and index finger, with the contact area going immediately "a bit tingly" and flushing with water not helping. it was fine after about 15 minutes. i'm not quite sure of what to make of this part of the event, honestly. searching for simliarities within other experiencer's experiences could shed a lot of light on this, i bet. i seem to recall Skinwalker Ranch having weird juices show up from time to time, maybe they have insights to share. also the OG Roswell report has some "rapidly evaporating" liquid, so there's for sure precedent assuming that one isn't pure misdirection.
... as an aside, i hope security bro didn't get in trouble for subduing me lol i didn't mean to sneak up on you!
there are a few things i can take away from this, and my past interactions in aggregate. first off, i have to actually consider this is more than just an odd-ball continuous plot line in my dreams. lets switch to a more religious ontology for this next bit... we all serve God's purpose, all in our unique ways. several of those purposes, for me, have been revealed. and i am not special whatsoever in this regard, nobody is. we are _all_ that unique and that intertconnected. for my own safety i won't reveal anything further about what has them interested in me -- anybody can train the skills i've already spoken of.
so, what's going on? what's the story so far as i understand it? it SEEMS like something is already here with reenforcements arriving as we speak. further, it SEEMS like The Group's decision to enforce a "leave Earth alone" directive has drawn the ire of all of their enemies at once. their existing defenses have been depleted and the enemy has neutralized our leader's ability to respond to any threat that isn't petty in-fighting. which is why they're now coming to us "normal people" directly. so if you see some tall blueish-grey dude in a uniform that doesn't look like he's from around here, maybe don't bash him over the head and hide him in your barn to show your buddy?
outtro
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