Thursday, February 22, 2018

2018_01_22_JAN Greatest Showmen

I have been working extensively in the soul-spirit (dream) realms with a particular group for their protection and awakening. (#shaman) When I began my journey in 2006 I had no idea it would lead me where I am today.  Over the course of time, I will continue to share of my dream experiences and the many Waking 3D Life connections I have seen.
So stay tuned for many, many more, very exciting, and magical adventures.  
What I do in dreams realms . . . you can do too . . . it’s simply a matter of love, truth, and desire. . . if you have those 3 things in order, much can be accomplished . . . .

2018_01_22_JAN Greatest Showmen (22 Jan 2018)

Question 2:
Need to know. Who needs my help tonight.  Love, Unity, Peace, Joy, Twin Flame and Me W3DL.

@6:46 AM

I was at some type of event.  It was a live performance show event for Gorik, set up like a circus show. The audience was divided from the performers by an invisible curtain sheen, the purpose of the sheen was two-fold: keep the people in the audience from directly interacting with the actors and to keep the sense of division where the actors were intentionally leading the people to believe they were better than them and knew more, when in actuality they knew less than the people in the audience.  But, they were “showmen” and wanting to keep their illusions.  The people were unwitting giving their consent and power away by being lead to believe they were not as good as the actors up front and that they had to go to the event to ‘see magik’ and ‘powers’ and were being lead to believe these ‘showmen’ actually had real magikal abilities, but they only had and used sleight of hand along with stage setup to give the illusion of magik.  
Gorik and the Earth INC Media group of guys had organized this very big show to be broadcast all over the world via major Television networks as part of the plan to show the world the ‘great re-entry’ of Enoch now incarnate as Gorik.   
I sat in the audience crowd with my parents and daughter quietly observing them.
Their show was about to begin.
Goode, Corey. “Ancient Builder Race - Recovering Humanity's Billion-Year Legacy.” Sphere Being Alliance. 13 Jan 2018. Web. 15 Jan 2018. <>
I will share multiple dream connections with this update and that I shared with SBA via email prior this update.
A very tall Black Maya man was announcing the start of the show in a very big circus-showman-style way to hype up the audience of what they had planned next.  I also noted on stage the very tall half human – half giant with blond hair.  
I went down to the sidelines of the stage area nearer the half-giant.  The stage area also reminded me a of a small scale grassy football field.  A whole group of circus performers entered onto the stage area. The giant began answering my questions from a blog post regarding how giants and humans ‘bred’ per say and for a human to give birth safely.  He was indicating he was the evidence they had been successful and that it did work.  He next told me about what it’s like for him walking around in 3D amongst the humans and being so tall.  His ego liked that the humans viewed him as a ‘god’ and as being knowledgeable simply because he was tall.   I was not impressed, though I was fascinated by his height.  I seemed to only come up to his knee caps with my head.   He was very slim and trim, but not skinny.  I mused in 3D he could always pretend he was a human walking around on stilts like an old family friend used to do. But, I could tell he was a real half-giant made of flesh and bones and not a human on stilts.
I decided I better go back up to the audience seating area as the show was about to begin.  I located my family in the audience seating and made my way back to my seat. The audience area was set up more like a Disney studio with live audience seating.  My parents both knew the truth.  I had more magik than any of these showmen, Mom especially was aware of this.  Dad was still deciding if he fully believed me or not and if I really had magical abilities. But, he trusted me over the showmen. I arrived at my seat and sat next my daughter Lexi.
The Maya announcer felt to be the off-world being named Tearance energetically.  He was narrating as though telling a story and saying how he was talking with somebody right now about how great the show was going to be and how he and the aliens were speaking with someone . . . it was . . . Enoch . . .  
I knew why . . . they were preparing the world for the big announcement to present my Twin Flame Gorik as the next ‘non-savior’ savior.  I was very unhappy about this.
A few animal trainers with a variety of unusual animals entered the stage and began leading the animals around in a single file line.  The animal parade was to further hype up the crowds on how great their show was by ‘wowing’ them with these very odd and unusual non-Earth type creatures. This would then lead into the big sha-bang announcement of presenting Gorik, as Enoch.  
I decided it was time to test my magical abilities, to ensure they would penetrate through their divisive curtain veil of lie codes.
I chose a cat-like creature to test on.  I decided to attempt petting its nose hairs with my magik through the veil. I focused my heart intention and mildly moved my fingers, remaining seated in my audience seat and I saw the creatures fur move upward on its nose.  I was successful.
However, I still wanted to test further to ensure I had indeed rubbed the nose hairs up and that it wasn’t just part of the animal’s show to move its nose hairs up like that.
Another trainer now entered the arena who looked like Hugh Jackman from the Greatest Showman film.  He was very tall and was leading out onto stage in a single file line about a dozen creatures that were tall like camels, but definitely not camels. They were very big creatures built more like a cross between a llama, with the llama fur, and thick barreled bodies like a horse with a very slight ridge on their backs.   

I motioned my finger at the creature leading the line and made him break his formation. He began to turn and walk in the other direction.  The trainer thought it was an animal mistake and said to the creature, “Hey, what are you doing? Get back in formation. You’re supposed to be going the other direction.” and he began to work on getting the creature back in line again. This animal seemed to be the most intelligent of the dozen and was why he’d been chosen to lead the others.
Dad leaned over to me across Lexie and asked, “What are you doing?” I said, “They are never gonna believe me unless I prove to them I have magik in a way they cannot deny.”  Dad replied “By ruining their show?.” I said, “No . . . by saving it . . .”
The Hugh Jackman trainer now had the tall brown creature back in its spot, so it simply looked like an animal mistake.  
I began to test further and motioned my left index finger in a counter-clockwise spin and the animal broke formation again, he began walking in a tight counter-clockwise circle as if chasing his tail (even though he didn’t have more than a bob tail there).  The trainer was again perplexed and said to the creature, “What are you doing?” and tried again to get “Rudy” back into formation and succeeded in getting the creature back into formation the second time.
I then motioned my fingers even more and made the animal turn in circles, again, and again, and again. Since the first two times could still be deemed animal failure I began to turned my finger even faster and the animal began spinning like a top or as if in the wash machine on the spin cycle.  He was spinning so fast he was a motion-blur to everyone’s eyes, definitely not something possible for the creature to do of his own accord or by ‘mistake.’ I spun and spun the creature around 40 to 50 times (he was not harmed in any way as my magik also protected him).  The crowds noticed something was going on and the showman also became aware that ‘someone’ had performed real magik.  He didn’t know who. He was trying to ‘save face’ now and keep the show moving forward as if nothing happened. After all, they still had the big ‘Enoch’ entrance planned and were working up to their big sha-bang moment.  
I stopped the animal from spinning.  The trainer now got the lead animal and close following animals (clones?) back into formation to finish parading them around, according to the plan.
Enoch was set to enter soon from the same off-stage location the animals had entered from.
Now the announcer began to present info that coincided with my emails to SBA regarding my 500+ dreams where I’d seen one to five daily affirmations from Gorik via public postings that coincided exactly with something within the dream group I’d already shared, including the Vatican break away group.  The announcer began to narrate the story, like my dream story info shared, “The aliens were talking about someone named Enoch…” then he began to speak words sounding to be from some ancient Gaelic scroll texts that were supposed to be magikal words containing power, but he only spoke them from head knowledge devoid of heart and passion, which simply rendered them just as inert as the rest of their ‘magic’ show.
Gorik made his BIG entrance and walked out on stage like a god for the crowds to praise and adore him as worshipping ‘fans.’  I was disgusted. The special effects showman now brought up the fake winds to give the illusion of magik (they did this because I had shared about the winds that came up for me in the prophesy dream that belonged to me) and sprinkled fake rains to say ‘the gods saw Enoch and smiled down upon him.’ The rain were also symbolic to the Adrian Monsoon christening I witnessed from another dream.  The showmen’s stage story was that there had been drought in the lands and now that the chosen one, Enoch, was there the rains came.
They began to try to release the rains fully now from the ceiling rain-misters and piping, instead nothing happened because I motioned my fingers and plugged up all the spray spouts.  The showmen were all looking up again perplexed about yet another thing not going according to their plans and thinking this must just be another mal-function. I motioned with my hand and let the rain-mists descend normally. I noticed the showmen giving visible “whews” that it was working again.  They started to also present Enoch as if he may have also been Noah and Moses.  They spoke about Moses being like a savior leading the people to freedom and then of Noah and the deluge.  They were planning a big visual with the deluge with a staged flood, to make Gorik look even more god-like to the people.
The main announcer now vibed of being Robert Jackalonie, a well-known announcer for the “Game Changes but the Destination Remains the Same” slogan Radio show (I met and spoke with him in another dream and months later met him in Waking 3D Life).  They were getting ready now to literal release TONS of water,  giving the fans the illusion they were gods with magik that could actually call forth real rains.  
Their veil of clear lies, separation, and deception continued to remain in place and I continued to perform magik through it as though not there.
The showmen were still telling themselves all these things were just glitches or that someone from their own ranks (on their side of the veil) had performed the magik and they’d resolve who it was later.
The special effects guy, Patrick Trillion, stood at a sound looking type booth under a lower roof overhang area and pushed the button to release the flood rains . . . and again  . . . nothing happened . . . because I’d plugged up the spray spouts again with barely noticeable finger and hand motions. Around a dozen showmen came out the stage and stood directly under the area where the flood waters were supposed to pour out from above and were looking up at the spouts.  
They were completely perplexed why the flood waters were not being released and still trying to make people believe that Gorik had powers to call forth the rains . . . So, I continued to hold them back. . .
To save face, the showmen began to tell the story as if the Rain-Maker had to first dance and pray to call forth the rains.  I continued to hold back the waters.  
The flood waters above their heads had been building up inside the clear force-shield I had put in place and the force-field was getting very full now.  I estimated there be even around 1,000 gallons of the clean clear blue water being held above their heads and inside the field.  The showmen continued looking up at the ceiling and the waters, highly perplexed and asking yet again amongst themselves, “What is going on?! Why isn’t the water dropping right!?”
They were becoming extremely frustrated and some were saying, “Aw come on now!” and “What’s going on with all these systems.” I looked over at Patrick in the shadows, the semi-famous film-maker within the metaphysical and spiritual communities as aired on Earth INC Media TV or Earth TV, he seemed to be amuzed.  The showmen were getting even more frustrated and saying, “Come on RAIN ALREADY.” To which I replied, “You want it?” You got it…”
And I flick turned over my right hand from being palm up to being palm down . . . and the thousands of gallons of water dumped out . . . directly onto their heads. . .They reminded of the kids who got slimed in the old Nickelodeon Gack “You Got Slimed” scenes.  They were all completely stunned . . . and drenched!  Things had NOT gone according to plan!  They all lookedvery foolish now and like ‘gods’ without magic.
Dad leaned over to me again and said, “Are you sure about this?” I said, “Yes, Absolutely. They need to see my magik to fully believe me.”  
They were still trying to blame it all on ‘malfunctions.’  I wasn’t even close to done yet . . .

I stood up from my background audience seat and walked down to where their veil of lies curtain was.  I placed the palm of my right hand on it to test that I could pass my hand and palm through the ‘codes.’ My hand passed through. Then, I tested with my left hand, it also passed through. My arms were through the curtain veil up to my forearms now.  I waved my forearms around to ensure I could pass through this veil too by rearranging my atoms, like I do with walls and the like when I pass through them and to an outsider seemingly am one with them momentarily.   
The performing announcer, Robert, noticed my hands through the veil right away.
I decided to pass through the curtain using my hands and a phase shift instead.  Since this was a veil of lies, I did not want to ‘become one’ with it and chose instead to remain pure and not blend my energies or merging with it. I used my hands to pull back the clear veil of lies like pushing aside a massive theatre stage curtain and walked through it.
Robert, the performers, and Patrick (likened to being the Wizard behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz) were all stunned by what I’d just done!   They wanted to know how I’d cracked their veil codes!  Apparently, their best and brightest ‘computer’ programmers had programmed that shiznit and they still couldn’t keep me out!  The programmers were geniuses with ridiculously high IQs and here I was moving through their coded-veil like it was nothing but mere child’s play to me.
I walked down to the main stage arena where the showmen and performers were and onto the grassy stage with them.  One of the showmen said to me, “What are you doing!?” You’re not supposed to be able to do that!”  
They were thinking to shoot me with a gun to get rid of me.  I reminded them of the other dream where the government goons had already tried to do that (shoot me) with hundreds of bullets, thousands even, and how they’d failed miserably and couldn’t touch me. Instead the hundreds of bullets shot at me almost point blank just crumpled onto the ground around me and my daughter Lexie as if hitting a force-field. I indicated they could try, but it’d just be a colossal waste of everyone’s time.  
I motion now with my hands and began to speak in one of my many sacred tongues.  I was speaking the same or similar language to the Gaelic sounding language the announcer had just used a little earlier; only I was speaking from my heart and directly to the curtain of lies. Magik was generated; I motioned with my hands and willed the curtain to spread fully wide open. The curtain was the matrix codes, invisible to the naked eye, but I saw them clearly.  I motioned and moved the veil aside like a massive theatre stage curtain being pulled fully back with golden ropes to reveal the stage and performers. The performers asked me, “What are you doing with the veil of lies?”  I said, “Setting them aside, so everyone can see you as you really are and decide if they want to actually follow stage magicians or follow real magik.” I continued speaking my Gaelic sounding language as I actively changed the veil codes  . . . and thus I changed them . . . and thus it was done. . .
The performers were flabbergasted!
No one should have been able to do what I just did!  
It was time now for me to rise up into the air, like I had done in the Preventing 3 Wars dream and where I had commanded everyone to hug. I was going to do that again.  The audience people were seeing for the first time the truth about these performers just like the Tongans had in another dream where I removed the veil of lies from around Earth and the many people were seeing truth too for the first time.
Deschamps, Justin. “Global Mind Energy Report: Impact of Mass Meditations HIGH Today -- October 10th, 2017.” Stillness in the Storm. 10 Oct 2017. Web. 10 Oct 2017. <>
Preventing 3 (World) Wars” dream emailed to #SphereBeingAlliance  01 Sep 2017
Since this dream we have seen multiple (world) war attempts by the cabal fail and continue to fail.  I will share this dream when the time is right. The most important aspect to know about this dream is the beautiful power of love and hugs and everyone can do it and without fighting.  Please read Justin’s article for scientific details regarding hugs and why they are so powerful. :)
I rose up now into the air as a lady named Grundy grabbed onto my left leg and arm.  She was a fan smitten with me and clinging on.  I told her, “No.” to the clinging and fan worship mentality. She needed to see she possessed these abilities inside her own soul and self as well.  My lift off was now caty-wumpus with her hanging onto me and I couldn’t seem to pry her off, then I was up too high with her to pry her off safely, so I began lowering back down toward the ground.
All eyes were watching me.
I told the crowds, “This isn’t about worship, or division, or separation,” like Gorik and the others had done with the veil of lies and celebrity statutes, “this is about unconditional love and not like the Anchar who claim unconditional love and then live in hate, fear, division, and separation in their time anomaly bubble.” I then proceeded to tell the people the truth . . . that they could do all this too.  
I reached the ground with Grundy, she was laying on the ground now as if drunk and still clinging onto me.  She was fan love-sick for me.  I said, “You see this? When this happens they need the light you bring and have to give.  Its my job to share it because she came to me and I can access it for from the stores of the Universe for her until she learns how to do so for herself.  The more heart and love you have the more power and magik you are.”  Grundy was fully drunk laying completely enamored on the ground.
I knelt down beside her with her still clinging to my left hand.  I said “When you truly love unconditionally this is what you do.” I then emitted a warm yellow light through my hand and into her body to flood her with the light she so desperately clung to me for.  She finally released me and had the hugest smile now on her face.  She looked as if she was someone just ‘slain in the spirit during a Benny Hinn show,’ only she had the real deal.
I stood up and said, “That is real, true, and unconditional love, it does not shun or put up curtains of lies to create separation and division while claiming it is love.”  
I could see Patrick in his Wizard of Oz booth area totally wondering how I’d done it. I could also tell he was rather amused by the water that had been dumped on everyone else’s heads.  He was open to switching sides (to mine from supporting the showmen) as to him it was really more about whichever side he felt was stronger.
Another new group of group of non-performer men now entered the stage and came over to me. One felt to be Alvin the rather well known military astral teacher along with 3 or 4 of his very best and top level military guys, one of those military guys vibed of being the spectacle wearing MIB guy from my “Giant and Game Changer dream.”  They were asking me verbally and energetically, “How did you crack the (veil) code?”  I replied, “What? Did you have your best, smartest, and brightest genius computer programmers on this job to write the veil codes? Even the best and brightest in the nation?”  Alvin said, “YES!” and then, “HOW did you do it!?”
I responded, “Heart.  Don’t ask me to add 2+3 math in Waking 3D Life (W3DL) or how to add 3+3 to get a size, I can barely even do Earth math . . . but . . . the codes of the Universe . . . yeah, easy as cake, I can do that.  My mind . . .” and I pointed at my head, “doesn’t even know what’s going when I perform vast magical mathematical calculations of the Universe on and it can’t even hope to keep up.  But, my heart. . .” I pointed at my heart and raised my voice as loud as I could for all to hear, but it was like I had laryngitis so I could only partly project my voice as I placed all my fingers on my right hand onto my chest heart area and rubbed in a clockwise motion and then closed my fingers into a fist and rubbed in a counter-clockwise motion and continued, “But heart . . . Heart . . . Always knows.  It’s always just inside and knows exactly what to do. . . so follow that.  I feel it . . . and I can do it.
Another guy came over to me, vibing of the salesman I purchased my vehicle from in W3DL and he showed me his cell phone held horizontally and told me, “You’re on national (live) syndicated television you know.”  I responded, “Yeah, I know”  He was thinking I might get wigged out or nervous about being seen all over the nation.  But I didn’t care anymore what this group or other people thought of me so I was completely calm. Getting the truth out was far more important than any of those fears.
The showmen and 4 or 5 media news men began gathering around me and asking more questions of me as to how I’d done it. I told them I could and would teach them all ‘how I’d done it’ and more.  It was about following heart, passion, love, light, and dreams. I continued speaking to the media, showmen, and military men, “Dream are real and not what everyone has been lied to and told they are.”  I was still having voice problems and not sure the crowd could hear me but maybe a few. “They aren’t useless drivel of subconscious panderings, but are actual reality and real events taking place.  Its where souls visit souls to discuss what they are going to do in the physical reality.”  My voice began coming back as I was physically waking up in my bed and audibly spoke the last line, “Would you like to see how it works?”
I was going to show them far more magical abilities then they’d ever even hoped to have seen before.  They seemed to be salivating and smack chomping at the bit (lips) for this info . . . they were eager . . . ready. . .

After my, 22 Jan 2018, dream I came across this well written article:

Raines, Eric. “Spiritual Narcissists and their False Light Propaganda.” Unleashing Natural Humanity. 31 Jan 2018. Web. 31 Jan 2018.
This article by Eric Raines is a solid explanation of what happens when spiritual leaders forget what they are here to teach and wind up operating solely in their heads and forget to listen and follow their hearts.

#timetravel #magick #dreamblogger #dreaminterpreter #dreaminterpretation #antarctica #alaska #secretspaceprogram #mars #dimensions #cern  #showmen #fulldisclosure #cosmicdisclosure #love #shaman #shamanicvisions #whataredreams #whydowedream #davidwilcock #coreygoode #startrek #onceuponatime #wizard #witch #harrypotter #realmagick #love #twinflame #twinflames #soulmates #healing #unity #iloveyou #peace #worldpeace #magik #magic #magick

Thursday, February 15, 2018

My Thought - 2016_08_12_AUG Gorik Drunk - I Drive - Ray Gun Portals Built By Off World Kids


Yes, this is all one night's dreams! Some nights I wake and write 20+ pages of experiences.

There are two sequences, one regarding my TF driving drunk and a situation with a death threat from a lady likely from another dimension or dimensional overlap. 

When a soul is 'drunk' in a dream, it is often symbolic they are not living in accordance with their soul essence, and in 3D are living contrary to how their 'higher' self wants them to be living in 3D, thereby they are 'drunk' because soul wise, they are not paying attention.

Souls also out of sync with their soul path that visit me in dreams, may also appear drugged and/or or under spells by others and often they come to me for protection and help.

I recommend watching "What the Bleep Do We Know" as a good example of how a soul becomes drunk,  drugged,  or put under soul spells by another. There is a section within It that shows about emotional bonding in unhealthy ways as being like a drug and an addiction and how those bonds occur through emotional linking and often unhealthy emotional attachments.  These attachments are readily evident in dreams as the visual depictions of the soul revealing they are drunk,  drugged,  or under a spell.

As to part 2 of the dream,  with the abused "off world" kids, I'm not totally sure just yet exactly where they are.  But, they are likely connected with the #Antarctic, #Mars, and #InnerEarth per other dreams and info. Its likely the Antarctic is a gateway to wherever they are being abused and then sorted out to other locations (likely most not on Earth) dependent on how they 'ingest' the abuse and respond to it,  if more mousey or sexual, they get shunted to a location for that, if more rough and tumble (like the second group of kids that arrived in the dream) they get shunted to locations for that.  The abuse and drugging as young children occurred first though. The school bus likely depicts they get around half of the children somehow through the education system when they are young and likely focus more on the 'homeless' ones (orphans) and snatch those from families that they think they can get away with snatching.

I firmly believe they must ask everyone first in dreams before they can do any of those things in 3D, just like the races #CoreyGoode mentions approach us first that way to get permission from our #HigherSelf too. I believe this is part of the cosmic laws/rules that all beings must honor first.  This is why dreams are so important, they are conscious recall of those events and more.  I'll be sharing soon more about how to handle 'dark entities' in love.

#timetravel #magick #dreamblogger #dreaminterpreter #dreaminterpretation #antarctica #alaska #secretspaceprogram #mars #dimensions #cern

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

2016_08_12_AUG Gorik Drunk - I Drive - Ray Gun Portals Built By Off World Kids

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2016_08_12_AUG Ray Gun Portals Built By Off World Kids

Dream Message:  Ray Gun Portals Built By Off World Kids


Irises have a frontal portal.   The kids/people that work on these things are off world (Earth) and build them.  But, they don’t know or realize what they are doing.

The bunnies are the kids that work on the large ray gun/ shrink ray gun irises. They looked to me like the Honey I Shrunk the Kids device from the 2nd film.

I was trying to take photos of the “bunnies” in certain positions for some reason.

In connection with my other dreams and the overlapping dimension aspects likely involved,  The irises may have to do with CERN like parts constructions or for laser based devices of some type due to the laser involved in the Honey I Shrunk the Kids film. 

2017_10_30_OCT Part 1 - Gorik Drunk I Drive. Dimension Problems and Protections Provided.

I found myself in a white sports car with Gorik driving and he appearing again as my brother.  We were heading from Shingle Springs to Placerville in California.

He had a little silver metal drinking flask filled with alcohol that he had been drinking from and my former and now deceased in Waking 3D Life (W3DL) favorite pet, Munchkin a Boston Terrier, was riding on the floor by my feet on the passenger side.

Gorik was taking swigs of boos from the flask as he was driving and becoming more and more intoxicated by the minute.  He was asking me if I wanted to drive the car because it was sporty.  I didn’t really see a need to drive it for that reason.  But, Gorik was becoming more and more drunk by the moment and I was concerned about him continuing to drive.  He was barely able to stay awake or drive at all and we were only moving about 5mph through all the traffic lights in Placerville heading towards South Lake Tahoe.

I told Gorik to pull over and let me drive. He was trying now to pull off to the side of the road for that reason. He slowly began pulling through the first green light as he was trying.  The traffic stopped just past the first light and I tried to get him to turn right at the light instead so we could stop at a gas station to switch seats but, then the traffic line in front of us began to move again very slowly forward, so Gorik continued to drive straight with the traffic through the light. Once across the intersection he began working at getting us all the way off the road and onto the right shoulder.   The traffic in front of use began to pick up speed as Gorik reduced our speed to about a snail’s crawl. He was very distracted. 

 Aside from being totally drunk, he was also looking for some paper that a lady around 40 years of age had recently given him threatening his life.  Initially, the paper seemed to be just a threat to take all that he had via the corrupt courts.  The lady felt to be a low level highfalutin person with the appearance of power and status, but only within a small town construct like Placerville.  She was extremely ego based and abusive towards others, a jerk really.

She had served this threatening paper on Gorik by what felt like mail and it seemed to have no real basis for any legitimate legal case of any kind.  Yet, she had served it on him anyways.

I gently began to ask Gorik about this paper for more details.   It was white and folded up into 4s. He finally came to a complete stop, with us still largely in the right traffic lane.  The drivers behind us were getting mad some as they had to move into the fast lane in order to get around us.  We may have been driving a white Cougar sports car. 

Finally Gorik managed to sidle the car mostly onto the shoulder and into the semi-soft and dry-wet dirt, while still slowly creep rolling forward.  I encouraged his actions, “yeah, just pull over here and let me drive that’s fine.”  He was so drunk now, and worried, and distracted, that he was barely paying any attention to me at all.  Finally, he stopped the car with the rear left tire still in the slow traffic lane and opened his door to get out and switch sides with me. The other drivers could at least get around us now, even with his door open.  I directed Gorik, “get out now, so I can drive.”

I opened my door to get out and walk around the back of the car to his side.  It felt the police might be there any minute for some reason and I didn’t want him to get in trouble for drunk driving.  
He was mumble-muttering about the paper served on him by mail. I instructed him to walk around the front of the car in order to keep him from walking into traffic drunk.  I then seemed to both climb over the center consul and walk around the backside of the vehicle to get into the driver seat.
Some of the people driving by us were a little concerned. A nice lady with wavy curly brown hair travelling with her approximately 9 year old blond haired daughter, slowed almost to a stop and gave me a caring inquisitive look, I assured her by flagging her forward that we were ok and she pulled around us too along with the stream of traffic behind her.

Gorik successfully got in the passenger side and closed his door. In the meantime, I discovered the dash was extremely low on the driver side and almost crammed up against my legs, so much so, I could barely move them enough to operate the gas or brake pedals.  I was reminded of the square time travel pods I flew and how they seemed like they were crammed like this too, except those had formed around my body to fit my form perfectly. 

I was determined to make this crammed driving situation work in order to get Gorik to safety. 
Munchkin now came up from her floor spot to sit on Gorik’s lap.  Then, our car seemed to phase shift from a white color into a more sandy-brown or pewter (barely metallic) color.  I pushed on the gas pedal and began to merge back into traffic, an oncoming car slowed down and pull back some to let us on and not hit us.  I drove us through the 2nd light and for some reason I felt we needed to turn left at the 3rd light,  up Clay St.  It felt urgent to get out of this town immediately as there were too many corrupt people here. The police force was especially bad and it felt they were both after us and not after us and also as if they were a ‘million’ miles away still trying to find/locate us. 

Deceased pets showing up in dreams are a very positive sign.
Clay - has to do with dimensions, dimension travel, and dimension hopping per my many other dreams.

I turned the wheel hard left but was still making a very wide left turn as if I was driving a big rig.  I continued to turning even up Clay Street about 50 feet and I drove over a low planted center divide and was barely creep rolling at 1mph.  

Suddenly, there was a 3rd girl outside our car talking with us is she were inside the car with us. 
Gorik was still looking at the threat paper from the lady and he was even more worried now because the paper message had changed to become a death threat on his life, with a death date, for something like a month from ‘now.’   It seemed the lady was planning to do the hit herself and I was then visually seeing the tomb headstone that was planned for him.

But, now this 3rd girl whom I wasn’t entirely certain exactly who she was energetically in 3D, took the paper from Gorik’s’ hands as I spotted my dream journal on the ground outside the car. I opened my door and was able to scoop grab up it up as I creep rolled near it in order to rewrite (?) history in it. 

I couldn’t tell exactly what the 3rd girl was doing with Gorik’s paper, but she was writing something on it that had to do with the death threat sentence.  Gorik was extremely distraught.  The 3rd girl handed the paper back to Gorik and said, “Look at it now.”  Gorik took the paper and looked at it. It now read that ‘nothing happened to him.’  It was as if the lady who’d written the death threat never existed in the first place.  The 3rd girl said, “That’s because I’ve written a promise to terminate her first and so all of history has changed.” 

The 3rd girl then directed her attention to me and charged me with the task of protecting Gorik in the meantime; it felt the date for the lady’s termination was still coming somehow.  I already knew it was my job to protect Gorik because of my powerful magikal abilities and I reassured her that I would continue to do my job.

Gorik now worried, ‘what if she changed her mind’ about terminating this lady on the 30th (?) day.  The 3rd girl now felt more like a close family member of mine and she reassured Gorik she was a woman of her word and do as written. I knew she would. She was dressed in white and then stated, “It ‘would’ and ‘was’ already done now.” She wasn’t the least bit worried or plush about it.  I felt relieved it wasn’t my job to terminate the lady. 

I finished making the hard left U-turn that had turned into a wide left U-turn up Clay St and got back onto the main Highway intersection we’d just turned off of and began headed back toward Shingle Springs.  I drove through the 2nd light and then turned right up Canal St toward El Dorado High School.  

The 3rd girl was floating outside and alongside our vehicle like a guardian angel in a flowing white robe now, keeping an eye on us.   
We were making it out of town safely, though I was still on high alert.  I was feeling to drive us back to the car dealership in Shingle Springs and being extra careful to not drive off any cliffs!

Then . . . I found myself in a completely different location . . .


Part 2 “Off-World” ‘Homeless Shelter’ for ‘Lost Boys’ and the Grey Dust

I was in a place I viewed as a ‘homeless shelter’ for “Lost Boys,” like in Peter Pan but, there were girls here too.  I didn’t fully know exactly where I was.  It was a maybe like a vast and huge warehouse or underground place.  Initially I only noted the small cozy larger room side I was in.  There were around 50 to 100 children most not in their teens yet. None of them seemed to have parents or they had been snatched to think they had no parents. 

There were white-grey dust powders all over everything and everywhere. All the kids were covered with this dust too along with the school bus I was standing next to. The ceiling in this more ‘cozy’ section was slightly higher than average.

In other dreams, powders have magikal abilities to transform things or become things when utilized correctly and are linked with desire. These powders may connect with the alchemical powders in W3DL such as Ormus powder (Monatomic Gold) and may even be linked to the real reason for the alien harvesting of ‘gold’ from Earth as a ‘creation’ tool for keeping their slave and abuse systems operational in other locations and even higher densities.  I very recently had another dream where 2 pedophile trouble maker witches told me the ‘waters’ were being polluted/poisoned from higher up near ‘source.’ Which revealed clearly what I suspected, that many of the ‘so called’ ‘higher evolved/more advanced’ beings are also tools running cabal agendas just as much as the lower level and more corporeal Earth density ones.  It important to wake up everyone at all levels with love.

I spotted a very abusive middle-aged school marm standing beside the school bus whom may have even been the same blond lady that just threatened Gorik’s life. Near her was an approximately 19 year old blond girl that reminded me a very snobby and rude teenage girl from my Waking 3D Life (W3DL) youth, whose family also went on the annual car dealer Hawaii trips.
The teen girl was being extremely rude and bossing the other kids around like she owned the joint and like they had to follow her orders.  She’d seemed to have successfully made herself into the right hand kid of the nasty ‘school’ marm.

Suddenly, my daughter Lexi blipped in next to me and told me something should be done about that snob girl. Then, she disappeared again and was gone.

The snob-brat girl was now trying to get me to follow her orders.  I would not.  She did not like that! 
To prove her ‘power’ she went into the school bus and made her way over to one of the little 8 or 9 year old kids. She selected the one holding a little teddy bear to terrorize because the bear seemed to bring extra special comfort to that particular child. I couldn’t tell if the child was a boy or a girl.
I noted again the white-grey dusts covering the exterior of the bus along with the kids sitting or leaned up against it, they all looked glued to their spots and in a trance like daze.  The interior of the bus and the kids inside it were equally covered and daze-drugged looking.   

The snob-brat girl proceeded to snatch the teddy bear from the child.  The child was very upset and even looked like they wanted to cry.  But they did not, because they were largely used to this by now.  I was very displeased with the snob-brat girl.  Especially, since this seemed to be the only toy amongst all the kids.  The snob-brat girl then came back out of the bus and gave the teddy bear to another older teenage boy who didn’t really want or need it. 

I promptly went over to the teenage boy and politely took it back from him as the child came out of the bus. I walked over to the child and handed the teddy bear back to him/her.

The snob-brat girl did NOT like her ‘power’ being usurped like that!  She began trying to ‘get me’ by verbally assaulting me.  I basically rolled my eyes at her and energetically told her she was an idiot, she didn't like that either, so she physically lunged at me while she continued to try to tell all the kids she was in charge.   I simply flew up into the air out of her grappling range and then energetically told the kids “A good leader does not do the kinds of things this girl and marm do (hurt you to make you cry). A good leader cares about you and your feelings, like I do.”  The kids were understanding what I was saying and were seeing this truth for the first time, yet none of them had any clue what to do about the abuses.

I then needed to go use the bathroom.  There were 4 toilets in a row and 2 sinks.  The lights were off and it was dark inside. The door remained open to let in light.  It was the homeless kids’ prison bathroom.  Zero privacy. I used the facility along with 3 or 4 other kids inside it. Finished and chose to wash my hands at a more private sink location.  

Using the restroom in any capacity in dreams  typically has many positive connotations.
I walked out the group bathroom and down the hall to a separate and more private sink and mirror location to wash my hands.  There were no kids or abusers here.  I washed my hands in the sink with the gold Melaleuca bar and the diamond-vibing sink handles.  The sink bowl seemed made of gold, though it appeared otherwise.

I went back to the main area where the kids were.  

A BIG fight style competition was about to begin between the small group of young children I was just with and a new group of older mostly teenage kids that had just arrived.   

The new arrival group of kids were vast in numbers, hundreds and even thousands of them, all covered in a more white-blue tinge grey dust. I paid more attention to the rest of the ‘room’ now and noted how it expanded out as far as my eyes could see and the ceiling was at least as high as a huge factory warehouse, maybe even a couple hundred feet up.  

The object of ‘the game’ was to steal by brute force – like cage fighting style – the one toy or food item that would be presented.  This style of fighting competition seemed to occur once per month, per week, or the like.  The whole thing reminded me of the Kevin Costner (KC) Waterworld movie I barely recalled and another movie title, War of the Worlds.  Neither film was I very familiar with but these kids and the game vibed of being something like those. I thought I recalled in Waterworld KC being on a water raft to escape the prison world he was in.  

The teenage group of kids were very rough and tumble like the people in Waterworld and it felt they had started where the younger children were, who were covered in a more warm red-tone grey dust. It felt they'd originally been abused and indoctrinated like the young children were experiencing now and by the same abusive marm to think abuse was normal.  After years of abuse, injections, drugs, and more, they were then shunted off to different locations dependent on how they responded to the abuse.  This group seemed to be some of the most rough and tumble ones and also reminded me of the staff-crew team in the #HarryPotter show with the head #VictorCrum guy in the #GobletOfFire.

Now, a 19 year old boy from the other side was telling me this is how it’s done as the fight was about to begin.  It seemed his team always won because they were meaner and smarter (largely due to being biologically older) and had already learned a lot more about how to also be abusive and sneaky.  They also had the obvious advantage of being vast in numbers.

An item was being passed out and around now. It was black.  It had a tarantula vibe and was like a hanging #Halloween spider toy.  I saw a huge monster truck single wheel tire lying flat on the ground near me with a kid from ‘my’ team side hiding inside it with the more red-warmth vibe. An older kid covered in the more blue-grey dust with a colder (blue-bloods?) vibe quickly snatched the toy from the warmer red-tone dust covered child inside the tire where he’d tried to hide with the toy near the mesh type screens inside the wheel.

Red and Blue - connects with the typical waring ‘God's colors.

Mesh - connects with CERN info dreams and is used to capture others. More relegated to soul essences.

The blueish white team guy was now being very rude and snobbish to the little boy he’d just taken the toy from.  Very rub-it-in-his-face-arrogant and treating the child like he was nothing more than a patsy and no challenge at all.  

I was watching mostly to observe and see how this ‘game’ was played, in order to resolve what best to do about it later.   

The head nasty school marm for the warmer and more innocent team now entered the almost full with children bus and was doing things to further sedate the kids inside so they thought they were in Hawaii by the ocean.  She was doing something to all of them, including the almost same amount of kids outside the bus.  They were all lackadaisical like this was life and “just how it is.”
I continued to observe to determine how to best free them.

The nasty marm now had apple cider vinegar, and a rag or a roll of paper towels. There were standard looking size mesh (steel or aluminum) about 4” x 8” vents that lined the base of the bus sides near the floor with about 4 or 5 vents per side.  She also had a small white clip style fan (like used for MJ indoor gardening) and a small, white, modern, sleek alarm clock that played music. 

Apple Cider Vinegar – connects with Druids and alien info from other dreams. These groups use “Apple Cider Vinegar”  for things like mind control. 

MJ connects likely with the MJ12 type groups and etc.

She poured some Apple Cider Vinegar on her paper towels and began to rub them on the vents. Next she held the paper towels with Vinegar on them over the vents and turned on the fan to disperse the fumes off the towels.  With a smirk glint in her eye she proclaimed she did this so the kids would think they were in Hawaii and like the vinegar gave the smell of the ocean and ocean breeze.  The kids in the bus looked extremely drugged up and lackadaisical now, whereas prior they looked like they might actually be starting to get sober some. They all looked extremely ‘high’ on something from the “vinegar” and looked ½ eyes closed like they’d just had a dose of heroin or cocaine or something.  The smug nasty marm continued to say she did this all the time and kids were incredibly dumb and stupid and they’d just stay there and let her do it. She continued to keep them sedated with just enough ‘perceived’ happiness so they wouldn’t try to leave.
Vents have to do with the way the ancient civilization traveled around underground.

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I still continued to just observe, thinking this not cool at all and purposed to find some way to free the kids.  But, I had to be careful how I did it so as not to create so much shock to the kids that they freaked out and went the opposite direction in fear.

The kids were now looking to me for a solution as they could see I was full ‘present’ and definitely not from around there.  I was even possibly a being out of phase to the mold they’d been place in.  Like I was ‘free to move about the cabin,’ fully present, fully aware (no drugs or etc), and they wanted to see how I would and could change things because I was free to move and walk about and do as I chose.  The children seemed to be sitting the entire time, as if stuck in their one spot, except the snob-brat girl because she realized she could move about, but she’d believed it was because she’d chosen to be nasty.  It was almost as if they were frozen in place except maybe to pick their noses or something. . .

Frozen - points to a potential cold climate location of the kids like the Antarctic  in connection with my other dreams.

Then I woke up . . .

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