Thursday, January 25, 2018

2018_01_09_JAN Escaping the ICC Prison with My Twin Flame

©JANUARY 2018 Ari Stone. All Rights Reserved.


6:41pm – Nap message

“Asking him to recognize the error of his ways is like asking the Blue Pixie Faery with no magik to understand that she doesn’t have or use any in the first place. But, is only dressed up in costume like one.” 

Someone said this to me regarding my frustration with my Twin Flame. He was doing a lot with me in other densities, including marrying me twice, but in 3D he was ‘oblivious.’

“So, asking him to recognize you as his Twin Flame is like asking him to actually recognize the error of his ways.  Highly unlikely to actually work.”

I was exasperated, frustrated, and angry with him for still being so asleep in 3D.

“He has lived his life as the Blue Pixie faery never having any magik. But, because his friends act like he has magik, he thinks he actually does have magik.”

I was very angry now at how he could be so willfully blind to the truth…it was killing him…why couldn’t he see that….




I was with a young boy. We were both around 8 to 10 years old and in some kind of high security place. Military vibe, it felt owned by my Grandpa, Jake.  It was a futuristic place, possibly for Marines or the Navy.
I thought maybe ICC (Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerates) as it felt like a business-prison and I didn’t know for certain what planet or moon we were even on.
The boy and I were now making our escape.  He felt like he was my brother, though I knew he was my Twin Flame (TF) Gorik.  We were in the high security prison area. The prisoners in this section were willing prisoners and they wore white collar shirts to denote this. They were brainwashed into think they were free.  Most wore ankle bracelet tags and/or were chipped like dogs for tracking.
We were outside in the extremely low level section of the prison during outside time, yet no one was there, we decided to make a break for it.  The prison was full of workers and slaves. But, they were all busy working somewhere inside or at other locations. We walked quickly back inside.
Gorik and I ran down small and low ceiling halls to make our escape. 
Two or three different guard-like men were constantly coming after us, saying “Get em!” We ran through two different types of halls and lower level slave work room areas. Still, we saw no one other than the guards behind us and only when they’d get a little too close to us. Sometimes, we’d hide in a nook or cranny, or we’d duck and hide in rooms momentarily to let them run by us. We'd also hide behind a pristine trash can or two. They were as tall or taller than us, white, rectangular, and futuristic looking. Most everything was white and very light grey colors and lacquer-like. Shiny lacquer-like floors, lacquer walls, and lacquer ceilings with matching lacquer-like texture everywhere.
Finally, we ran by a couple of white collar ‘obvious’ slaves. But, they were so focused on their slave work that they barely even noticed us running by.
We ran through many different lower level prison slave sections.  All the halls were fairly narrow and small, like if we were on a submarine ship.  The medium to higher level slave sections were similar. The higher up the slave status, the less people there were in that section. It was the way of being rewarded for being a good slave, you got to have a little more space and nicer places to eat at. 
Each section was equipped with a fresh set of two or three guards that would then pick up the chase as the ones from the proceeding section would drop off to remain in their designate zones per their station contracts. We then became the problem of the next section guards.
We continued to run and evaded many guards from many sections and were now in the main controller’s work areas. There were few people who worked here. This section was mostly all Grandpa Jake’s place.  It was fairly large, like a whole floor all to himself with a few other hand selected controllers.  We were in the very-rich-man-section.  Yet, there were still no windows anywhere. Just more of that shiny lacquer white seeming walls and small halls.  It reminded me of navigating a labyrinth or the Wooze Maze.
We were very close to being outside the walls now. This was the only location that had access to the ‘outside,’ the real world.  Everything in the work-slave sections that was ‘outside,’ was still inside and only made to look and feel like being ‘outside,’ so the white-collar-work-slaves would actually think they were in the real world and not a prison.
We were now cautiously walking. It was very quiet and we were also being quiet as we walked along a ¾ tall wall. I spotted a female high-level prison guard on the other side of the three-quarter wall that turned out to be a kitchen server’s meal bar-top where she’d place the completed meals for pickup, largely for Grandpa Jake.  There was a distinct 50’s white diner style vibe to it and the guard lady wore a matching white 50’s diner style dress, reminding me of an In-N-Out-Burger employee with the matching hat. Her uniform was slightly different with navy blue stitch-work and a nametag that read “Carrie.”
I quickly ducked and instructed Gorik to do the same. He then took off running again and I was close on his heels.   But, the chef-lady-guard spotted us.  She ran after us and radioed for two ‘hover’ robots to come after us. The ‘hover’ robots were still humanoid shaped and had legs and appeared to be running after us, like an ordinary human. I realized, maybe all the guards at every section were robots as well, appearing to be human.
“Robots” indicate genetically engineered and programmed humanoid clones. Some clones may even come from other worlds that reside possibly in parallel to ours . . . another dream . . .
I finally spotted an open area that lead to the actual outside via a small terrace.  We ran out onto the upper level terrace that had only a three foot drop to the ground. We climbed down and ran toward the boulder rock slabs.  They jutted upwards at an angle that we could climb-run up, so we did. 
At the top of the small boulder slabs hill, was an open window sill that looked to be part of a backstage frame set up. One of the two top large boulder rocks was wiggly and I could move it with my hands. I used my hands to hold it over to the open window sill and nearer our boulder rock for us to climb across and into the window sill.  My muscles were so tired, exhausted, and fatigued; I thought they might give out any second.  Gorik was even more exhausted and tired than me.
I barely made it across the boulders and into the window sill and discovered this was more like a fake movie set wall to make us think a whole place was here, but it was just a fake wall and backstage looking support beams and catwalks. For some reason this place was made to give the illusion of being a whole place from the prison side.
It was now Gorik’s turn to come across the boulder rock slab and into the sill, when two or three bad robot-guys caught up with us.  One of them had gone right by Gorik in order to try to get me and his fingers were gripping the window sill ledge as he tried to climb inside. I pried off the robot-guy’s fingers from gripping the sill and sort of shoved him back and away. I released holding onto the boulder rock so it was no longer close enough to go from the first boulder to this one and into the sill. The robot-guy fell off the side of the at least twenty foot high boulder rocks and I thought maybe even to his death. I didn’t see what was down in the abyss-like area; it all just looked black to me but felt like there was a dangerous river down below. 
 Now Gorik had the second robot-guy on top of him. Unable to reach me, robot-guy-number-2 was now attempting to get Gorik and they both wound up falling off the boulder edge in the same location as the first guy.  But, instead of Gorik dying it seemed that this chaser was like the Bumble in Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and like he bounced. Only it seemed that Gorik took the bounce and came back up and the robot-guy-number-2 took the brunt of the fall impact and did not return.
Gorik ran back up top to where the boulder-connect was and two more robot-guys were hot on his tail.  I re-shored up my resolve, though my muscles were spent, and pinch held the two boulders together again with my thumb and index finger (in no way that made any sense with any laws of physics or size, yet I did it) and Gorik finally made it safely across and climbed into the window sill.
Now inside the window sill and having a few moments to fully survey the situation, I saw this was the backside of ‘the set.’  The robot-guys from the front side of the set were acting like a force shield had been put up and they no longer pursue us here because we were on the backside of their prison ‘set’ and also out of their chase-us zone.
Carrie was watching the whole thing from the terrace area and was now calling the backside of the set security guards to nab us.
Gorik and I ran down the backside of the set out of Carrie’s view and were heading back toward the main prison section we’d just come from. I realized this backside set area, even though actually outside, did not connect to the outside section where we could ultimately escape from the ICC compound grounds.  We ran down a few backside-of-the-set halls and inside a door that took us directly back into the main on-set and head-controller area we’d just come from and near the three-quarter tall wall again.  As we re-entered the main controller area, the back-set guards immediately stopped their pursuit of us.
I more fully noted the controller area was mostly all white with little to no grey colors. In comparison to the lower level sections slaves where it was a more of a 50/50 split or more greys than whites. It reminded me of being on a fancy yacht ship.
We ran by Carrie again and caught her dance-hope-singing a solo pretending she’d met a man she loved, who was also her lover. She was hopeful for love and passion. There was an adult man walking around up there now.  He seemed to be a ‘free’ prisoner. He could walk around the rich man’s area and halls without being chased and he didn’t even work there or in any section for that matter, he was an outsider with mostly free reign of the base, like he just happened to live there. However, he wasn’t to leave the prison compound, although he could freely visit any of the sections at will. 
Gorik and I continued to run and ran downstairs again and through a section with individual desk areas and the two guards in tow.  We ran by low modern cubical ½ wall dividers with about a one foot glass pane that ran the length of the cubical wall tops.  It was all rather modern and fancy. 
Gorik had an idea now and he led us to run back upstairs to where Carrie and the adult man were. The adult man looked like the giant Ricktor from the command ship dream January 5, 2018. Only now, Ricktor was normal human size and had a slight combo being vibration of another alien being named, Tearance.
Beings sometimes animate the same form (and switch between who controls it) because one of them can hold the vibration for the other to be present in a certain vibration, location, and/or energetic space.  
Ricktor, for some reason, was permitted to walk around, it may have had something to do with Tearance’s energies.  I went over and spoke with Ricktor to enlist his help.  I sensed him to be Carrie’s twin flame, but he had no clue about this consciously and neither did Carrie. But, I could readily read it in both their essences.  I got Ricktor to follow me over to where Carrie was. 
However, Gorik had had another plan and he disappeared with Carrie for a while. 
When they came back it was very clear in both their essences they’d intimately ‘hooked up.  Gorik was trying to finagle our way out of the compound. He’d hoped by doing that, that Carrie would stop trying to rat us out and maybe even help us escape instead.
Carrie began to talk some more with the Paul-Bunyan-like Ricktor guy.  He’d walked over to where she was by the three-quarter wall area to speak with her.  She really seemed to like talking with an adult and liked Ricktor in general.
But, because she and Gorik had already 'hooked up' she left again with him, leading him back to her bed cubby room.
The robots finally figuring out we’d gone back upstairs and were now close to nabbing us again.  I ran and ducked into what was like a full size bed in a boat cabin area. The bed was on the floor.  I crawled into the small modern-bed-cave-type-room where the mattress filled the floor space and the ceiling was only about two to three feet above our heads and the walls were exactly the dimensions of the mattress.  It was typically just used for sleeping. 
Gorik and Carrie were already in the bed and had just been intimately together again. Carrie was sleeping now, sated for the moment.
I got into bed next to Gorik and under the covers.  Gorik was in the middle, Carrie to his left, and me to his right. More guard robots were looking for us. I adjusted the covers to be more over my head as I lay next to the boy in order to hide my face, age, and size.  We couldn’t just blend in even in bed because we were children, so we had to fully hide. Had we been adults, we’d have just stolen guard outfits by now and escaped less obviously.
I sort of wanted the Gorik romantically, but he was still too wrapped up in his story at the moment. He thought this guard lady, Carrie, was his twin flame or caring lover at the moment.  I could see it was a passionless relationship based solely on desperation intimacy between two desperate people for ‘love’ of any type/kind who didn’t have a clue what love was, only that they wanted to feel it. They thought being intimate with no passion and bonding in desperation was love. But, neither got what they wanted, love, they were just two individuals using each other . . . talking about love . . . but, neither experiencing it because true love emanates from heart spaces and neither one of them had their hearts involved, the act was disingenuous on both their parts.
Gorik thought it was genuine because he was still a child and didn’t know this is how those in control of the system selfishly use children; with the hidden deeper agenda of controlling them later as adults. After the intimate acts the controllers would wipe their memories of it.  Then, when the child would meet up again with their controller as an adult, they’d easily be fooled into believing it was “unconditional love’ because it would feel familiar.  This level of trickery and manipulation was fully accomplished by placing two sinister key methods together: (key 1) use children intimately, wipe their memories, return them ‘home’ and then . . . (key 2) let others abuse them severely throughout the rest of their childhood and well into their young adult years. Once they had been sufficiently abused for many years and told many lies, they would then be brought in again to meet with their original abuser from the upper levels of the prison systems. In Gorik’s case, this was Carrie. 
Later on, as an adult, when brought face to face with Carrie again Gorik would not recall her abusing him as a child.  But, he would recognize her and feel their connection from the energetic sexual loosh ports she’d put in place during the initial abuses.  This next level of control in the system was a cabal safety mechanism placed to ensure if a victim woke up to the obvious abuses they were put through at the lower levels of the prison system, they’d be put into the next level of controls which would continue to serve the agendas of those who wanted to continue to maintain power and control.  

Fortunately, I was awake and aware of what was going on and knew I had to give Gorik memories and intimate connections of our own for him to also ‘remember’ later on as an adult.
Something happened then, and Gorik and I were now being intimate with our hearts and I was then giving birth to our baby.  She was etheric.  I saw her come down a sock like tube, it was clear and ethereal, and out came what seemed to be our 8th baby born this way. Gorik had been trying to do this with Carrie, but she was infertile with him and he was not developed to be fertile with her.
Yet, somehow, with me Gorik was a perfect match for fertility and our baby though born very oddly felt very sensual and special.  Our baby girl floated off  in a sphere to be protected by those really of the light and not the imposters of the light, still living in fear, self-hatred, division, and divisiveness, while pretending they were of unconditional love and light because they had higher positions of seeming freedom and power in the prison systems, like Carrie.
I heard and partly saw the guards now run by our sleeping-room-cubby again. After they sounded to have gone down the hall a ways, Gorik and I got up and out of the cubby room and began to run again.  Carrie now got up too and it seemed sleeping had sort of re-set her to thinking she was supposed to chase us again.
Thankfully, Ricktor was still milling around near the kitchen area and Carrie spotted him again and she was now for the first time having actual pings of real love.  It was being expressed as a starlight energy ball that was being given to her heart from Ricktor.  It appeared like a six inch translucent and barely visible sphere and it was inserted into her heart area like a bubble that would expand and go in all areas of her body. From her heart it emanated into places like her head, legs, feet, arms, hands, stomach, neck, and everywhere inside her body
From this infusion of real love she was feeling genuinely happy . . . joy . . . and thereby she was not so motivated for drama-chasing us and was only in a half-type-pursuit.  She was feeling for the first time real and mature love and she wanted more of that love vibe.  
While Ricktor knew that he liked her too, he didn’t yet know it was because she was his twin flame, only that he liked her.  This seemed to be his first time to visit and explore this higher-level-section of the prison and felt like his first time seeing Carrie too. He’d sort of not gone to this section prior as he might get scolded for it, or be given a slap on the wrist for being there. 
Ricktor seemed to want to help us get outside now. Gorik and I took off running again by the ½ wall cubical section with Ricktor and Carrie chasing us.  But, they were in front of us and making it look they were chasing us like they didn’t know we were right behind them, so we could follow them out.
Carrie, ran to a slider door that lead out to the balcony and unlocked the door for us.  Then she seemed to shift again back to “supposed to nab us” as Gorik and I quickly ran by her and out the door.   
We ran outside onto the balcony area that was more like a deck or city sky scraper high rise vibe but, only 20 to 30 feet up.  But, if we fell we could potentially die. Carrie was trying to catch us again and Ricktor moved around too as if in chase, though his movements were more to avoid being run into.  He wasn’t trying to catch us. We ran passed Ricktor and then squeezed by Carrie and toward the balcony side where the hillside ground was mostly level with the railing and we climbed over it onto the hillside. We quickly ran around the backside of the building and up more boulder rocks.
We were now at a second hill boulder area. This one was on the front side of the prison camp and had a small, circular, cleared grassy area that overlooked the prison camp compound and was at the outer boundary edges of the camp that would ultimately lead us out. This was the area the main controllers seemed to use to leave by and to access the real outer world and it seemed only Grandpa Jake ever got to fully leave and come back. Carrie and Ricktor could go to this ‘real’ outside, but only within the prison grounds. It felt Grandpa Jake left periodically to go negotiate deals, get supplies, or the rare vacation and then he’d return again.
We made our way to the grassy area on the hill slope, when five chemically-deformed bald headed zombie-like guys with large ‘moon eyes’ on them were upon us and trying to get us, they seemed the last and final line of defense. 
This connects with the Moon-Eyed people in some way and another dreams of mine in connection with them. Maybe their genetics have been used for making clones (PLF), but something went wrong?.  These guys’ faces looked chemically melted to me. Like a melted skin tone Halloween head-face mask.
Suddenly, I magically had a weighted box (about 6in to 8in or more and largely squared up), that reminded me of the controller unit for my new sublimation printer heat press.  This controller box was in a tube-sock-like item that reminded me of the bird feeder socks we use to feed the birds in W3DL.
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I began to swing the sock and hit each one of the chemically-deformed zombies in the head.  One per swing and it would knock them dead or completely unconscious.  They all lay in various spaces as though dead.  I wondered why I’d used that method!  Seemed Gorik expected that as the only way, so it had to be done like that in order for him to see I could protect him.
We began to jump and climb back down the rocks in the direction we’d just come from toward the balcony, but instead we stayed to the right and on the higher ground areas that lead to the main entry and grassy front yard area. Carrie was still sorta in pursuit of us, but because she was really liking being with Ricktor more now, it was more about both of them making sure we got out ok while looking like they were chasing us still.
 We were running on grasses now toward the short, almost toy-like, white picket entry fence dividing the gravel looking road from the likely ICC prison compound. To the left where the backyard was below the balcony we’d just escaped from, it looked more like a rock quarry with how it was cut out into the ground and very deep and unlikely for a prisoner to escape by climbing up the quarry-like walls.
We made it to the picket fence gate.  I was highly suspicious it might be rigged with a final booby trap, like I worried about when I reached the gates to escape the mafia type prison compound in another dream. But that gate turned out to be ok with no final booby trap.  I looked back up the hillside slope we’d just run down and saw Ricktor standing directly behind Carrie with his arms lovingly around her.  They seemed like they were fast becoming a very happy couple in real love. 
Ricktor gave us a nod and Carrie gave us a palm up wave to assure us it was ok now.  We went outside the gate.
Then, Gorik ran back inside the compound gate.  I was like, “what are you doing? We just left all of that drama behind and don’t have to do that sort of stuff anymore.” 
As he ran along the neighboring fence lines, almost like a quaint neighborhood look, his energy shifted to be that of my daughter, Lexi.
Lexi was now the one running along the fence line and toward the neighbor’s backyard. It was shrouded with lots of rose bushes and mature trees that were low to the ground and provided a sort of shadowy secret garden look.  There were around five dogs that had cute faces like a cross between a Corgi and a Fox, but they were back of evil intent.
Lexi went up to the fence line and put her hands into the fencing and began to pet the black dogs.  I yelled, “RUN! RUN! GET OUT OF THERE!...NOW!” and thought again, ‘Why would you do this? We just got out of there (the prison camp) and done with running for our lives every second!’ and then I hollered, “They are dangerous and not what they appear!”
Lexi continued to stay and she was very calm! The creature-dogs now were magickally outside the fence line and around Lexi in a circle-like formation.  The dogs then shapeshifted to look more like Italian Spinones and then they shapeshifted even further into hunched over looking werewolf-zombies. I yelled at Lexi again, “RUN! NOW!”
But, Lexi was still extremely calm and she continued to pet their faces.  I realized she was helping them and healing them.  I decided to trust her, relax a bit, and only used my magical abilities if she needed me too. 
She seemed to have this under control now . . .
©JANUARY 2018 Ari Stone. All Rights Reserved.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

2018_01_13_JAN Mike Pence

LINK about Mike Pence -
Timothy Holmseth. (Dec 30, 2017). MIKE PENCE – LUCIFERIAN TRAITOR? #Q #QANON #followthewhiterabbit #thestormishere.  Retrieved from

I asked the following question because I had a dream years ago about silver suit beings in the president position, wife, some kids, and even the VP.  So, hearing questionable things about Pence made me go hmmm….what’s the deal.  I have a few theories:  1. the silver suit VP refers to another guy to take his place.  2. MP was a silver suit guy that mayhap got taken over.  3. Lots more going on than meets the eye and could be a decoy scenario….but, based on my dream info…1 and 2 seem more plausible.

2018_01_13_JAN Mike Pence

Pre Sleep I asked:

Q1: “What is the deal with Mike Pence (MP)?”

@1:39 am

I was choosing what to go with them, like portals and game changers and like my dreams were the icing on the cake for that and I’d already sent all my papers (sba) and documents (dreams) affirming them as real. And Giants. Killing Medusa and Don comforting me. 

As I was waking I was hearing my audible book “As I go down deeper into relaxation…”
Labyrinths connects? Rabbit hole . . . bunnies?

Q2: My next 2 steps in W3DL (Waking 3D Life)? Usual qualifiers – Love, Peace, Joy, meTFW3DL, and as connected with MP info.

@7:45 am

I was in a lunch line at some place and I had selected a small packaged Mac N Cheese cup. The microwave/nuke version/fast food.

Kraft Easy Mac Macaroni & Cheese Microwave Cups 10ct
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I gave it to the cute short haired red head behind the cafeteria style counter. Like a cross between Subway food line and a hospital cafeteria food pick up line.  The red head then began to place her non-gloved hands directly into the mac n cheese in the cup.  She began to grab out with her fingers and thumb a good size portion of the mac n cheese to throw away.  She blobbed it onto the prep counter area.  She seemed to do this 3 times. I was like ‘hey’ in my mind and then I verbally questioned her on this, “That’s an awful lot to take out of a cup barely more than a few bites in it to begin with.  Can you please stop and not do that anymore.” It really was not a question, “Please do not take any more out.”   She proceeded to tell me the regular lead lunch lady did this too.  I was worried about germs in my food. But, I thought-felt she was putting a lot of love into it so I’d just try to be ok with the 3 finger-handfulls already out.

The number 3 also has connection with Tesla, vortexes, and thereby Tesla Vortex math. Something I also know very little about, except that it is used apparently for portals.  Which connects with other dreams I have and the Giant ones just posted as well.
Gary Lite. (Mar 3, 2017). NIKOLA TESLA Vortex Math – Everything Adds to 9, 3, and 6. Retrieved from

Then, she began to put both her hands into the cup and kneading and turning all the Mac N Cheese.  While I really liked her energy as a person, I found this highly inappropriate, not knowing where her hands had been or if she’d even washed them.  What if she’d just come from the bathroom and wiped? Or what is she’d had her hands on the bathroom floor and picked up a flu bug or some other virus like herpes or whatever.  So now I told her as the main lunch lady now came over to where we were also on the opposite side of the counter to me and affirmed this was the standard/usual process.  I said, “Well I’m not comfortable with that.  Please start over with a new cup and if you’re going to put your hands in it to knead and turn it, please see that you put fresh (vinyl) gloves on. The red head had such a loving look her eyes, even sparkle eyes.

Likely connects with the current serious Flu epidemic and another dream that points to the Clinton’s involvement in that matter. Their house fire was likely to burn evidence and cover over a handful of other things they are likely involved in that my dream pointed to as well including 911.

I went over to the area behind me and grabbed a fresh largely navy blue Mac N Cheese cup and held out this second one to the red head to prepare for me.  The red head now sweep scooped with her hand the Mac N Cheese from the 1st cup’s pile on her prep area into the white, narrow, and tall rectangular trash.

She seemed perplexed as to why I didn’t want it that way, but she also had a hint of mischievousness and understanding.  She was sorta like, ‘you noticed that eh…’ like most people don’t ever say anything or even care.

She seemed to clean her hands off and then put on gloves. She now accepted the 2nd Mac N Cheese cup from me and opened it. I said, “Just knead-it, turn-it this time” implying do not scoop any out to throw away.  

It seemed Trump was there somewhere in the background and like I was holding two of my special cut crystals.  It also felt to be like a possible AI nanite infestation too that could have possibly be in the germs she picked up with her hands and was putting in the 1st food cup. 

There was also someone else next to the red head’s left (and opposite me, to my right) the entire time.  She was like a wisp of a silhouette or ghost-like energies.  She was fully present though in 3D and watching.  She was like a hover monitor watching the red head the whole time. To learn? To ensure she stuck to protocols? Other? The wisp seemed more like the green-pea learning the ropes still from her superior lunch lady (the read head).  The wisp felt like an intern or something, though she also felt employed there.

2016_11_23_NOV Killing Medusa with Donald Trump Comforting Me

Side Note - Medusa break it’s jaw and rip it apart -    

According to Medusa was one of 3 sisters and the only mortal one of the 3. She was cursed by Athena with poison snakes for hair and later fled to Africa where she was killed by Perseus with Cronus’ sickle.  

I don’t know much about mythology or the like, so feel free to read the following links.

However, the portion of info I read from these links connect this dream with my other giant dreams and Zeus dreams, which link with the “Rod’s from God” projectiles.

There was a snake that’d come back to life and it’s job was to kill me.  It was in a cuckoo clock at 1st and only one long snake that would come out a lower hole.  It was very oddly colored.  It was metallic light red and metallic light teal.
I told someone, yelled actually, “Quick help me! We have to get a plastic brown bin to get the snake inside so it can’t get out.”

The snake reminded me of the heart flower plant/Medusa looking thing I drew on the TL3 (Time Line 3) artwork.
I found a clear and white bin, along with its lime green lid. But, it had too many holes.  It was oddly shaped, very futuristic/modern/nice style! Military like, maybe even designed some like the ET computer mouse and gaming keyboard I’d purchased in W3DL.
The snake, Medusa, came back out and she seemed to come right at me and also in an effort to escape.  I finally found a correct bin to use.  Medusa, also had a black cat energy, though fully a snake.  Her jaws and teeth were like a cat’s though.

Likely symbolic to the Egyptian goddess Bastet.  She was known first known as Bast the warfare goddess and after unification of the cultures of Egypt she was renamed Bastet and given the new role of protector.  Again, I don’t know much about Greek mythology or ‘gods.’ But, this appears to be a connection and also somehow linked with Mike Pence.   

I ran outside into the dark, with the snake chasing me.  At first I’d just planned to catch it in the bin and later dispose of it or figure out later what to do with it.

But, Donald Trump was there and he said, I “HAD TO” dispose of it…kill it now… or it’d be too late later and it’d come back to bite me later to kill me.  

I grabbed the snake by its head now and had to put my right hand at the base of its jaw’s joint hinge and my fingers on the sides of the jaw.  I placed my left hand on the top jaw half and push pulled my hands in opposite directions in a sideways motion.

Donald and I were sitting together now.  He held me and said something like, “The first one is always the hardest, but you get used to it.” and that it was just part of the business and deals you have to make to get by. To live.  I was still holding the snake by it’s jaws.  I now had to push-pull and tear its jaw open and apart, as I did so I began to tear up and cry. Don said, “It’s ok, it’s natural to feel that way, it gets easier each time.”

I was sobbing now and hug holding Don too while I was performing this task.  He had his arms around me as I now had to fully break the jaw of the snake and rip it open.  I did one big tear, which just opened its jaw.  Don said I had to keep on going, or it’d come back again later still to bite me.  To this point the jaws had felt and looked like a black cat’s so much that I felt even sadder!

I buried my face in Don’s chest and with his arms still around me, he told me “Its ok . . . you HAVE TO!” I continued to sob and prepared for the next tear.  My hands were still gripping the snake’s jaws and my fingers were inside its mouth. I worried briefly I might get punctured by the teeth, yet somehow it’s teeth were completely missing my fingers the whole time.

I was fully sobbing now and burying my face into Don’s cream yellow button down shirt and chest area. I ripped again at the snake. Tearing it more apart and for the 2nd time, the snake began to gasp for air and was now dying. Don told me, “I know, it’s painstakingly slow the first time.  That’s just the way it is.  But, you have to be strong and keep going.”

I now rent the snake the 3rd and final time, to fully make it so it had no way to rebuild / heal itself. I could see and feel it gasping its very last breaths.  I felt it’s life force leave its body.  I felt so horrible, like a murderer or cabal-like person that killed and sacrificed.  But, I’d killed the cabal-like creature instead. I sobbed fully now, as Don continued to hold and comfort me. 

I felt a special bond with him as he was there for me at my hour of need and it had now been formed. I worried fleetingly that I might crush on him romantically after that, but it felt all ok, like I could appreciate the bond/energies from a friendship perspective.

There was another dream sequence prior this where I’d felt sadness at the loss of the way of the old, the familiar, but knew that I must move forward with what was real now and accept that which I do have and those who ‘see me’ and love me and to choose that which is peaceful and calm and natural/easy in a good way.

When I woke I had to physically cry a little.  I had felt those same tears prior to sleeping and had cried some then too.  Upon waking, I more fully knew why and I felt I might still cry some more yet…

Here are my further interpretations of my dreams.   

Keep in mind, dreams are multi-layered and tend to mean more than one thing.  They can be personal levels and grander scale interpersonal levels.  I have seen my dreams relate to all of those things … all in one dream go.  The reason being they are energetics, thereby they reveal many things that fall within those spectrums of energies. They can point to “major shifts” and “personal shifts” because its all just energy.  The more of us that stand together and continue to say “no” to the badness around us, the more and more freedom and liberty we will see.

Without further ado:

All the mentions of the number 3 may point to there being 3 phases, or parts, to handling the serious problem/s connected with Pence or him specifically.  This may also have AI intelligence links and suggests Mike Pence may even be infected.  The Medusa stuff point to something much more ‘god-like’ being involved in this situation and there could be three specific beings involved more directly with him and even controlling him from other densities as does the ET mouse used for ‘gaming.’ Which may also suggest he’s  a pawn for higher level ETs pulling the strings.  The use of the term “hover” connects with robots and may suggest he is a ‘robot.’ Which may mean he is a clone.  In my personal experience with what I believe are robots I have found they have less soul essences.  Which makes sense when listening to the following YT video 

According to strange things there are 2 types of cloning: Replication cloning where it comes up as a baby they grow from the cells they put in to make the same person. Duplication cloning  they are grown upright in a big thick tank and there are different grades one to four,”organic robotoid”  

Strange Things. (Jan 10, 2018). Former illuminati insider: There are 2 types of Cloning. Retrieved from
I believe this also connects with the following video and I would say his ‘androids’ sound like clones. He also shows Obama later in the real showing and how they can be controlled.

StelanTV. (Jun 5, 2015). “Androids Among Us – 2015 Edition”. YouTube. Retrieved from

ET Gaming mouse could refer to and be connected with my hologram dreams as well, along with the potential that life is actually a hologram simulation game as others have stated.  The ET part also suggests ET involvement in this situation as well, which would also fit with the genetic experiment programs as shared by Corey Goode on Cosmic Disclosure episodes and more, along with their involvement in cloning and so much more.

The red head also points to the Nephilim which a friend of mine recently informed me the Nephilm also connect with the giants and that its said giants came about from when the ‘fallen’ angels had ‘union’ with Earthly women.  Not sure how that works out exactly! LOL. But, there you have it.

Giants again connect with another dream of mine that presents an interesting notion that time travel may be involved and giants weren't supposed to be 'giant' originally but an 'incorrect entry angle' caused size to be larger than originally intended.

Thanks for reading. 

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