11:01pm
Directive: To be with my TF tonight.
6:07am
I was at some very fancy, modernistic, futuristic, high tech
building place. It was a very large
building and reminiscent to a very modern designed event type building, but it
was a very posh nosh worker building, very upper echelon white collar workers. At first I was inside, it was a ‘party’ and “Grandpa’s.” It seemed like a Christmas party, only no one
dressed up anymore and it seemed like the people were more Hawaii luau style attire
and tiki torches. Since grandma had died, things had changed to being more
casual, as the dressing up bit seemed to be more because of how grandma had
wanted it. Grandpa, seemed to be
dying. He was weak and on his death bed,
but he still up and walking around.
I was being bestowed some type of honor or recognition in ‘the
group.’ ‘The group’ seemed to be the
wealthy elite with extremely high GPAs/IQs that were the decision makers of this
huge and largely made up of ‘glass’ corporate building, geniuses. It seemed they were announcing I was
receiving some kind of award. But, I was
leery of everyone that worked here and suspect of the award. A young man who
was my friend was with me.
I walked off by myself to the back bedroom that was mine and
my parents quarters. I opened the closet
and the only thing hanging inside it was a dress I’d worn to the family Christmas
parties as a little girl of around 10.
It looked like I might have been able to fit in it, if I’d been about 10
to 15 pounds lighter. It was off white
eggshell color cream and had four parts it: dress with bell flare bottom that
would sit just above the knees, little short sleeve jacket top, petticoat, and
matching dress shoes with low heals. I
pulled it off the rack holding it up by the hanger in front of me and looked at
it a moment. It had a little bit of lace on it and reminded me some of the colonial
times, then I placed it back inside the closet
thinking how I always hated having to wear dresses just because I was a ‘girl.’ I was glad we didn’t ‘have to’ get dressed up
anymore for these parties, but I also found myself sort of missing it too, as
it was kind of fun to have an event to get all dressed up for like that.
My parents came into the room and my dad lay on the bed
without a shirt on because it was hot.
My mom sat on the bed next to him. I continued looking in the closet at the dress
and reminisced to mom and dad about how much I hated wearing dresses in general
and sort of laugh telling them a reminder story of how I jokingly had always called
it ‘World War 3’ when they’d make me get into dresses as a little girl. I then saw
in my mind’s eye a memory of myself standing alone wearing the dress and having
been told “smile” for the photo and I tried to smile for it but it was more
like a flat line mouth and slight upturn of lips and not really a smile, as it
was obvious I was unhappy about wearing a dress but still trying to ‘smile’ for
the photo and so considering the scenario it was a decent job of ‘smiling.’ I
looked at least somewhat ‘pleasant’ but it was evident I was not thrilled about
it.
I went the few paces over to the bed now and told mom and
dad we had to get out of there right away! We all went outside the room with
opaque walls and out to the main glass building vaulted ceiling area and out the
glassed building doors. I continued to
talk with mom and dad and tell them we had to leave immediately and that what
was going on inside was dangerous.
I looked up at the sky and a huge cyborg looking tanker,
cigar shaped, “elongated-bean-can-style” ship was hovering now visible in the
sky around a 500 yards or so above ground and slightly away from our standing
positions. The ship front flat end visible
to our view had a single eye port on it, like a highly advanced laser pointer and
was a solid brushed steel looking metal and the barrel of the ship was more
like a Borg cube vessel with raised and lowered blocky and T shaped design
raised surfaces. The raised areas seemed to serve as windows. Around windows they glowed a white-blue-teal
color. These went all over the entire
barrel of the ship in a balanced asymmetric kind of way. The ship was a prisoner vessel and carried
thousands of people on it, maybe around 5 to 7 thousand or so. The large majority were slave workers, who
didn’t really know they were slave workers doing things to lead to their own
death, like in The Island film. It
felt very ‘borg’ style but I knew everyone on board looked human and that
there were a handful of science lab doctors for every two or three hundred or
so prisoners also on board the vessel. They ran all the experiments and
collected the samples and organs from the slave ‘donors’ when it was there ‘time’
to be called as the ‘chosen one.’
I knew I had to get back inside the building and mom and dad
too, but it felt they were only after me.
I knew it saw us . . . me . . . I told mom and dad we had to leave and
go inside immediately before it scanned any of us! As I began to walk back to the building and
was about halfway there, the ship scanned me with a more pie wedge shaped
energy beam, reminding me of a radar green pie shape wedge going around
scanning and blipping on the way on a flat screen, only this was more
3-dimensional and scanning my whole body. They finished their first scan of me as I got
almost to the door, then they immediately shot at me the red laser beam also from
the eye beam of the vessel and I felt a weird sensation in my lower left
back/side area and like they were numbing me and trying to paralyze me so they
could snatch me. I was reminded of the 3 times knifed in the back dream when
pre-sleep I had asked why Andrew was showing up so much in my dreams and I learned
he was romantically involved with a Nephilim and his lust for her had allowed
them to drug him up so he had no powers or abilities accessible and then two
very big guys sandwich held him and knifed him, only I experienced that dream
as though him and I had little to no ability to access my powers, just enough
to protect my hand each time I pulled the blade out of my back. This was reminiscent to that experience physical
back sensations, only here, now, since the lust was not mine and I was ‘clean’,
they could not fully penetrate me and instead it was like I was slogging
through water and mud now, as the beam also ordinarily paralyzed the victim. The evil ‘school marm’ lady seemed to be operating
the beam on the ship and had decided to move me up on the list for ‘collection.’
I was barely moving now and there also seemed a mild suction
wind pulling me back. It seemed
ordinarily this beam paralyzed the victim and then they suck them up into the
ship. Only I was a bit tricky for them
as I hadn’t done anything to give them any right to take me like that. I grabbed onto the door handle with movements
like being in slow motion and I hung on and opened it as the suction threatened
to grab and lift my feet off the ground.
The semi-numb feeling remained localized on my low left back almost side
area, but I felt no pain or back muscle spasms like I did when I woke from the
being knifed in the back 3 times dream. This
just felt like a section trying to be numbed but unsuccessful. I barely got myself inside the door and the
door reclosed itself.
It seemed the laser beam could not penetrate through the
glass and wall matrix structure of grandpa’s building. I was safe for the time being, but I still
had to leave the building and get out of there. I could walk and move normally
now.
A MIB style guy now was beamed down outside the door and he
came inside, reminding some of the ‘not’ Will Smith MIB guy, only this guy was
different looking to that and had white, silver-grey hair and it would have
been curly had it not been combed gently back to be more of a wavey look. He looked about 65 and like one of the two
gay men that I’d seen kissing in the dream the other night just before Gorik
was Tasmanian-Devil-style whisked away by his a security officer of his and he
also seemed to be the same guy in the women’s bathroom the other night and I
wondered why he was in there. The evil school marm was also now down on the
ground with him. It seemed she had been teleported
down, whereas the MIB/MIG (Men in Black / Men in Grey) had been wave-beamed
down through the laser eye beam ship technology. They
both came inside and walked me over to a window counter-desk and the MIB guy
sat down and pulled out a couple of papers.
They were papers about me and one of them had a time stamp
of 3:51pm. I looked at the type font on them, reminding me of my legal
documents and the papers were honors papers and the MIB might have changed his
mind about me if the evil school marm wasn’t there ensuring he do his job. He read over the papers and mused, “Shame.
She’s a pretty one.” then “See that?” sort of to the lady, “She has a hypothalamus.”
Like he was referring to the base of my skull and upper neck area and back
section at the base of the brain with a cord bundle that came down into the
neck area, “This is highly unusual” and he continued to talk saying how others don’t
usually have that and so this made me a genius.
He seemed to be referring to my dream abilities. He seemed to want the school marm to change
her mind about killing me for body parts and instead use me for my genius. But, they knew they never could control me,
so the lady wanted to have me whumped off before I could start gathering a
crowd and telling people the truth. So
the lady told the guy, “nope, we are going to kill this one and use her as a full
body ‘donor.’” They planned to dissect me and shell out my body parts to
others. I said, “I don’t want to be a
donor of any kind, and especially not a ‘full body’ donor!”
Then, I seemed to escape from them for a moment and I fast
walked into another section of extremely high ceiling glass building and came
to rounded type very modernistic bar type setup. I saw a small canal of water around it,
reminding me of a manmade pool waterway that might be seen at a Water World fun
park, like a mini version of the Lazy River inner tube float. It went only
around half of the circular bar and near the window wall. I noted a golden
brown looking Spaniel dog just in the water at the entry point and it was
having trouble keeping it’s nose above the water.
I decided to get into the water and help him. The water came up to my mid-waist and I
reached out my left arm and could barely reach my hand under the dogs belly and
as I pushed up on him I could feel his empty stomach suction in and to where I
felt the base of his rib cage as though he was almost just the bones. He took in two or three more breaths through
his nose of water as it’d dip under the water and I finally got close enough to
move in with my other hand and lift him up so he could breath with his nose
above the water. He seemed tired and
needing a rest so I grabbed him up completely into my arms and walked holding
him mostly out of the water in my arm. For some reason he needed to go around this
waterway “C” shape, so I began to walk us both around it, also thinking maybe
this will keep me hidden from the MIB/MIG guy and evil school marm lady. The
Spaniel had another friend with him in the water. A female black dog doing a back float, she
seemed totally fine and I could see her doggy nipples and belly and gave her
some pet-rubs on her tummy and she really liked that and then she rolled over
and swam some with us.
I made my way around to the other end of the “C” waterway
and climbed out the mini waterway wall side with the Spaniel. I set him down on the ground and he continued
to stay close. I noticed a blue colored approximately
6 inch looking vacuum exhaust type hose.
The hose was run through a separate small section of water sharing an
adjoining short wall with the main “C” curve I’d just gotten out of, but its
contents were separate. It seemed the ‘water’
outside the hose was made up of chemicals of some sort and even acidic-like and
I could see an oily type rainbow haze layer on the top, possibly from gasoline
type compounds.
I switched on the red ‘on’ button.
The other end of the vacuum hose was connected to the tinted
glass windows and was connected to a hole that would blow out onto the upper very
modernesk deck area, reminding me of the ICC prison escape dream and the giant
dream of leaving the negative future timeline.
On the deck stood around eight to ten high level white collar decision
maker corporate suit men and women. They
had fruity type drinks in their hands and were discussing a project of some
sort. These were top level-head employees.
Now, the air from the hose began to blow a lot out the hole and it was
like a mini tornado for them or Tasmanian dust devil and they were getting
blown all about as if in a wind generator fun tube. I went outside to them and they were huddled
into a small group now and holding onto their hats, clothes, and the guard railing
so as not to get blown away. I asked if
they were ok and they were. I said, “Wow,
I hadn’t expected that!” (so much wind).
Then I went back inside and I or someone else turned off the red button
switch and the winds stopped blowing on the group.
My young male friend was with me again and the MIB/MIG guy
and marm lady now spotted me and caught up with me again. The Spaniel went off somewhere else in the
building now. I seemed to somehow knock
out the evil school marm lady, but the MIB/MIG got me and had me by the
shoulder and was now guiding me towards the outside through the main entry/exit
entrance. I told him again, I did NOT
want to be a donor! He said it wasn’t
his decision and this is just what they do and this was/is his job to haul in
the people they chose.
My parents were walking behind us and my young male friend was
walking next to me. The MIB asked who
was my father was or who was like my father.
My young male friend spoke up and said he was like a father to me,
twice. He was trying to get the MIB’s hands off of me.
We entered a room like a large atrium and made our way to
the doors. There was a fairly good size
group of low level white collar workers gathered near the exit/entry doors. The
MIB/MIG guy was now telling me to keep
quiet as we got near the crowd of around 50 to 100 workers. . . so . . . as we
got near the crowd standing by the main entry/exit doors talking amongst
themselves. . . I began to yell-say, “SEE THIS GUY? HE’S GOING TO TRY TO KILL
ME! HE’S GOING TO TRY TO MURDER ME! HE’S
THE ONE WHO DOES THIS STUFF!” The MIB/MIG guy tried to look like he didn’t do
anything like that and like I was crazy or just making it up. But, people were listening to me and looking.
“EVER HAVE A FAMILY MEMBER JUST SUDDENLY
GET ILL FOR NO APPARENT REASON? OR JUST SUDDENLY DOESN’T SEEM TO FEEL GOOD?
OR JUST SUDDENLY DISSAPEARS?” The
crowds were fully listening and many were angry now, as many of them had lost
near and dear loved ones like that too! “WELL THIS IS ONE OF THOSE GUYS RESPONSIBLE
FOR THAT!” A small group of people had
now crowded around the MIB/MIG guy who’d been trying to discreetly take me out
the building to his black van so he could take me back to his place to kill and
dissect me. A handful of the younger
thirties year old strong and healthy men grabbed the MIB/MIG guy and pulled him
off of me.
My friend and I quickly walked out the doors with my parents.
The MIB/MIG guy was able to make it just out the door, but
now he had the full attention of all the people that’d been inside and they were
an angry mob now of people after him and aware of the truth. A small group of
them about 7 to 8 took him off to the
side of the building front doors. One
guy now hit him extremely hard in the face with his elbow, making his nose
bleed, and then they threw him so hard onto the hard cement that his head
smacked the ground. My group and I were
now about thirty paces away as I turned my head to look back over my shoulder
and I now saw the small group of men around the MIB/MIG guy and about 3 to 4 of
them were brutalizing him. The crowd was now mostly outside looking on and ready
to step in if needed. One guy lifted his very heavy duty military grade black
leather steel toed style boot and took the base of the heel down directly onto the
side of the MIG guy’s head and I saw the MIG guy’s head go off to the side as
though given a boxing knockout punch. The rest of the men were now kicking him
all over his body. The MIG/MIB guy was getting bloody now and seemed
unconscious. I looked around and saw
three to four other Tasmanian devil style vortex fights going on nearby and was
reminded of a bar room fight scene how everyone just starts to fight everyone
because everyone else is. But, these other vortex beating groups may have been
because other co-workers were involved in things maybe they should not have been,
but the fighting was much more mild not necessarily as brutal or death sentence
like the MIG/MIB guy beating was.
The MIG/MIB guy had now likely been beaten to death. My mom also had turned and looked some and
said, “That is disgusting.” I said, “Yeah,
I know. But he deserved it.” She agreed with me, even as much as it
disgusted her to do so.
We all now had suitcases and were heading out to the parking
lot. I said we need a different car to
drive. Inferring we couldn’t take dad’s vehicle as they’d know to look for
that, or my vehicle or any vehicle any of us had driven before. It seemed I had a new vehicle of some sort
and that I said ‘it would do’ and that we had to get out of there right away
and go somewhere we’d never been before.
Then I woke up . . .
#MIB #MIG
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