2018_06_22_JUN ICEE SPRAY HEARING CANDY IN MALL WITH FRIENDS

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2018_06_22_JUN    ICEE SPRAY HEARING CANDY IN MALL WITH FRIENDS

Q:  What do I need to have shown to me?

I found myself on the second floor of the mall with Gorik, again appearing as my brother, along with some others.   I entered into a small convenience like store similar to the lil mom and pop one in Camino, CA.  I was looking down isles with a mini shopping cart I was placing candy into to buy.  I had three things in my cart, a mixed bag of candy containing candies such as: Snickers, Hersheys, butterscotch candies, and other similar types of candy.  I had a single piece of another kind of candy I couldn’t quite make out what it was and maybe a palm size red bouncy ball.  One of the two guys directly with me was my ‘brother.’   We were there to meet someone, a contact,  at another location in the mall.  Gorik told me, “come on, hurry up, we have to go.”  I decided I didn’t want all of the candy in my mini shopping cart after all and took the cart over to the register.  Habib, an Arab Indian man seemed to be the checker and I said to him, “I don’t want everything in my cart.”  I was in a hurry now and didn’t have time to do a credit card payment. 

Gorik didn’t want to wait any longer and went to the main mall section.

I pulled the one candy item that I couldn’t make out what it was, out of my cart and handed it to Habib to ring it up,  He told me it was $1.36. I said, “Oh good.” and I pulled out $2 in cash of my $3 from my black cell phone wallet and handed it to him.  He rang up the sale and counted back to me my change, giving me silver coins and copper pennies in a stack.  I thanked him and he said he’d put away the other two items for me.  I thank him again and headed out to the main mall section on the second floor to find Gorik.

I spotted him and went to main mall are where he was at, but I didn’t go over to him at his location, I just stayed nearby and in eye site view.  There was a big husky man that felt like Gorik’s friend Duke in W3DL and who stood about a foot taller than me with wavy-curly black hair.  Duke spotted me and came over to me in a very stealthy-like fashion and began to mumble talk to me, “What, do you want to be spotted?”  He said it like I was being super obvious about looking for a secret mall contact because I was playing it off as if I was looking for a friend.  I thought Duke was being over the top obvious by looking all MIB style, though is seemed he wasn’t completely over the top because he didn’t seem to be wearing the MIB glasses to go with the rest of the look.  He also felt to be something of a computer hacker kinda guy. I asked Duke if the game was to pretend we were a couple and if we were to kiss or something.  He told me nope and was sort of thinking me a groupie for a moment because of that.

Duke then began leading me toward the quarter wall overlook seating a little distance away and stopped as we approached and stated, “Here, you need a shot of this.”  and he pulled out what appeared to be a Icee Spray candy that felt to be the blue color. I opened my mouth and then paused a moment to ask, “What’s it for?” he answered, “So you can hear me better.”  It seemed the ‘spray candy’ would help me decode whatever language he actually spoke, like he was an alien or something that spoke in chitters, crackles, numbers, or even clicks and pops (Mantis race?)  Duke spritzed one spray into my mouth.

Various mall shoppers continued milling around our location, but most went around us as if we were inside a reasonably sized circle with a certain radius for distance.  Duke again directed me toward the seating area, “Come with me.”  The ‘candy’ now began to take effect as we walked.  Everything around me seemed to do a weird “Bzzzzzzar” type sound, as if it was a film camera focus pull-in made just for ears and in particular, my ears.  I was hearing everything ‘the same’ only I was now mildly giddy and everything was extremely strange. . . sounds became more ‘milky-like’ and I felt I could almost see and feel another wave length, density, or dimension, and as if I was walking through it at that moment.  I could feel the sounds around us as being thicker. I was trippin’ and exclaimed softly, “Whoa . . .  that’s neato . . .” It was as though I was seeing things psychedelically only it was for ears and hearing.  The ‘spray candy’ had made sounds so thick I could almost see them.  It was very cool.  I seemed sort of intoxicated, only I was completely sober, but my state of mind was very different.  So much so, I had to lean on Duke to walk.  My hearing/sound senses were so heightened I needed my grid lattice energy field to be directly touching his grid lattice energy field, as though it was to remind my lattice again how to walk.

I continued trippin’ on this new and cool experience as Duke was now telling me all kinds of things to do with our next contact and something to look for or expect. We reached the quarter wall cement bench seat area and Duke sat down.  I was totally trippin’ out on the effects of the ‘candy’ and how I was experiencing sound, I sat down on Duke’s lap.  He held me for a minute as he continued talking to me some more, then I said, “This is so weird.” Inferring my altered state and how I was totally trippin’ fascinated by it all and the sounds.  The candy also made it so I could only hear him, though I definitely was hearing all the sounds around me too, only they were more muffled and muted.  But if I wanted to, I could full on pick and choose what sounds or conversations I wanted to hear . . . anywhere . . . even miles away . . . or in another country.  All I had to do was focus in on what I wanted to hear and all the other sounds would be muted and muffled background noise, unless I chose to focus directly on them. I was stoked on this and acting like I was on LSD seeing auras or something, only this was for ears and hearing.  Yet, I was fully cognizant.  I was so amazed and even overwhelmed that it was like I was drunk too, but definitely not drunk either.

I was now laying on Duke’s lap and trippin out fascinated. Duke responded, “Never had that reaction before.” Apparently, most people noticed nothing and even he himself didn’t seem to notice the effects like I was experiencing either.  Most people would get a spritz and then they’d hear the other person better and that was pretty much that.  I sat up again on Duke’s lap and the rest of our group came over now, including Gorik.  I slid off of Duke’s lap now and lay down on the cement bench seat with my head resting on the planter part.   Gorik asked, ‘What’s with her?” Duke replied, “I gave her the spray.”  Gorik responded, “huh . . .” it felt when he’d had it before and had maybe a lightly more heightened than most reaction, but nothing like what I was having. I scooted over some more on the bench and made a spot for Gorik between Duke and I and Gorik laid down to next to me on my right and next to Duke’s left.

An attractive half-black/half white man also came over and sat down next to me on my left and a very tall female, reminding me of Wendy, to his left.  Gorik and I now sat up and he introduced me to Alex.  But, I already knew Alex and we had already seen each other in the convenience store earlier.  I slipped my hand to be holding Alex’s hand between my leg and his.  We were all sitting so close to one another that we all were touching the person next to us.   I told Gorik a lil’ sheepishly that Alex and I had already met. But, that we’d not done anything more than hold hands or go roller skating together.  Gorik wanted to also hold my hand now. So I awkwardly slipped my hand down between my right leg and Gorik’s left leg and held his hand as well. We all lay back down again and Alex grabbed the Wendy’s hand too.  We all held hands for a few minutes as we talked some more.  I needed to be touching someone to help ‘ground’ or ‘stabilize’ me. I still felt like I could just ‘go up-up and away and fly off to wherever’ if not touching someone. 

We all sat up again as Andrew approached now.  Alex and I stopped holding hands, as did some of the others. Gorik and I continued to hold hands a little longer until we both felt a little awkward about holding hands so long being ‘brother’ and ‘sister,’ that we let our hands naturally appear to part.  Gorik and I both spoke some with Andrew.  Andrew then asked me about holding his hand too, which I didn’t, but everyone was cool with that.

Now the ‘contact guy’ arrived and was giving us specific info about something, like brownies, or something that was a dark poop energy and I thought of the ‘poop’ (technically yogurt) emoji. Whatever the contact was talking about was very important and reminded of a handful of dreams. As he was talking about other things too he seemed to be pulling them out of a black trash bag, as if that made it and him stealthy.  He was going into specifics about people, places, and things to look for and I heard him hecka clear and knew exactly what he was talking about. Once he finished we all got up and parted ways for the time being. 

But upon waking, I could not recall what we’d talked about.

  

2018_07_12_JUL BORG SHIP LASER SCAN DEATH THREATS

2018_07_12_JUL BORG SHIP LASER SCAN DEATH THREATS

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

2018_06_12_JUN ATACAMA SPACESHIP

©June 12, 2018  All Rights Reserved Alyssa Montalbano

June 12, 2018

11:17pm

The night before the legal docs and letter delivery to Gorik and Fran the attorney

3:08am

“They” were trying to think of things to say ‘otherwise.’  But, they could not, as Gorik had already acquiesced to everything.  It seemed I was in process now of writing a less formal doc to say this.  It was more for them and their understanding and not anything I needed to write.  I wrote because I care about them and wanted to hear their side of things.  

These were the message waking thoughts about legal docs served on the opposing party due to arrive tomorrow.   

About 9:20 am

 Two Hang Glider Guys with Domino Pizza style Coloring

I found myself outside with a couple of guys, with a rectangular glider. The left half was blue the right half white, reminding me of the Domino’s Pizza.   The winds were up and blowing about all of us.  The two guys ran together with the one glider.  One of the guys reminded me of the actor from Good Luck Charlie named PJ Duncan in the show. PJ was wearing a sky blue outfit that looked like he was prepared for skydiving instead. They both now took off running into the winds and got lift.  They went up around fifty feet but, the winds were erratic and their glider was now being tossed all over the place.  They looped and flipped with the glider, then went up and down, sideways, and almost like they were doing all sorts of rolls.  PJ, the control flyer, decided it was time to take the glider down.  As they approached around ten feet above the ground the second guy dropped off and then PJ.

The winds were about to take the glider back up into the air and such that it might be lost forever.  PJ expertly ran after it, just as the glider was about to zing right back up into the winds, PJ caught up with it and quickly jumped up and caught it.  He briefly went up a little ways with the glider into the winds, then he managed to somehow get it to come back down and as he got near the ground he ran with the glider and also used the rubber soles of his shoes like anti-lock brakes placing them down intermittently as he was near the ground and could and slow the glider. 

Finally, PJ got the glider down safely.  He asked if any of the rest of the small group of us standing there wanted to try.  I replied, “Maybe later, but certainly not now.”  PJ grinned at me and then seemed to fold the glider in half to transport it.

Bus Driver Deposed and Atacama Space Ship

 A team of fifteen to thirty people along with myself got onto the comfy coach charter style bus, I made my way almost to the back of the bus and sat down.  The driver was a heavy set male around the age of 30.  He reminded me of a former heavy set friend I knew named Jack.  Jack, also seemed to be Gorik.  Jack was a very skilled bus driver and the bus took off now for wherever it was we were headed.

Behind me sat a dad with his cute sweet little baby girl, that’d been very sick and had been throwing up all night on him with the flu or a flu-like virus.  He was worried that she didn’t look so good and he said to me, “Do you think she’s going to make it?”  His baby girl had been very ill and had a fever through the night too.  I said “Yes” as I touched the baby girl’s forehead.  She reminded me of a mannequin or doll with her bald head.   She seemed to be ok to me now and the worst of the flu bug seemed to have been now passed.  The dad asked me if I wanted to hold her for a while.  I said, “ok” and he handed her forward to me.

As she was being handed up to me over the back of my seat, she aged to being about 6 or 7 years old.  She sat next to me on my left and then lay with her head behind my back and somehow resting her head on my far shoulder.  This was the same unusual position the youngest son of Gorik’s had taken when I was travelling with him in a dream a couple nights prior.   

The now little girl looked up at me and asked, “Do you think I’ll make it?” Both she and her father had thought she would die from the virus.  She also reminded me of the mucus snuffle nosed clear baby snake I was helping nurse back to heath in another dream, which also had to do with Gorik.  I replied to her, “Yes. I believe you are going to be just fine and everything is going to be ok.  It is largely based on what you believe anyway.”   She had more believed she would be fine during the sickness, but her dad had been the one worrying and projecting death onto her.  That was also why he wanted me to hold her for a while; he knew my beliefs for her were strong and that she’d be ok.  I continued to hold and comfort her, she now vibed a little of being my daughter Lexi and I felt love for her as though my own.

I felt a little sorry for the dad as he smelled a bit barfy-like from the prior night and he’d stuck with her through the thick of it all. It felt even the past 24 hours and had been puked on at least three times with that mucous bile barf.  She truly was now on the upswing of it all and seemed rather normal to me now over all. No fever.  She felt very safe and at peace with me there.

We’d now been riding on the bus for a long time with Jack driving.  Even though it’d only been 5 or 6 hours of him driving, that seemed to be the driving time length limit according to some rules.   I wasn’t sure if the bus stopped or not, but maybe.

A new younger bus driver kid was now to take over as driver.  The new kid was about 20 years old and he was very arrogant and he was accompanied by an approximately fifty year old blond woman who I thought of as being like the bully school marm I’d seen in other dreams.  This lady was used to getting her way by bullying everyone else.  She sat up front in the middle of the isle facing the rest of us, to make sure none of us tried to depose her arrogant student driver.  The roads now were along cliffs and the new kid driver made me feel a little concerned.  He was driving the same way Gorik had the night prior.  This new kid was driving a little like he was drunk and the grumpy school marm was keeping a close eye on the rest of us to ensure no insurrection against her student driver she was training, with a bus semi-filled with people!    

Jack had initially been relieved to have a break and had taken his seat about two rows behind me and to my left, when after just a few minutes of the new guy driving, he couldn’t stand it anymore and he began talking with the rest of us in the back.  He began to say how the new kid was only a student in training driver and not even a certified bus driver.  He still needed something like 20 – 22 hours more.  Jack now began to take a vote of how many of us wanted him to drive again instead. He also suddenly realized he was no longer tired and how dangerous a driver this kid was.  One or two of the bus wheels seemed to go off the cliff sides during some turns or extremely close to it.  

Jack now took a vote, by way of having us all raise our hands.  He only needed those of us in the back to vote on who should drive. I trusted Jack’s judgment way more than the New Kid and so I gingerly raised my hand too.    The fifteen to sixteen of us in the back seemed all the vote he needed to overrule the new kid.  The ‘evil’ school marm guard lady was now eying us all suspiciously. 

Jack then stood up and spoke boldly telling her and told her that it was dangerous for a student driver to be driving us and she should not be training him with a bus full of people and innocent lives at stake and that he was going to be taking over the driving again.  He told her they had been out numbered by the vote and had to step down, even according to their own system and the new driver was to pull over immediately.  The lady knew she was out voted and that no one on the bus would agree with her to let the student driver continue.  The marm reminded me of the government lady I came across almost ten years ago, that was so full of hate I felt sorry for her having to live with herself.  While this marm wasn’t that bad, she was in what appeared to be the beginning stages of that much self-hatred and if she kept going as she was behaviorally she was going to get there eventually.

The marm said, “Pull over now?”  “Yes.” Came Jack’s firm reply. “Here” she asked ,  “Yes.”  We now just ‘happened” to be at a nice straight area with a wide area of gravel to pull off onto the shoulder.  The student driver pulled over and stopped.  Jack asked if everyone on the bus would like a break now too, as this was also a very nice rest stop with a fancy restaurant and casino inside.  It felt it was named something like Westy Palms and had two palm trees and egret for a logo and vibing as being like a place that I might find somewhere in Palm Springs, CA.

The dust from the gravel settled and the new kid bus driver opened the bus doors and he and the marm exited the bus first.  The kid driver wasn’t sure what had just happened, or why he had to stop driving. But, the marm knew he had to stop driving because they were out numbered and everyone on the bus now knew the truth.  The marm was sort of the boss of the kid and it seemed the kid didn’t often know what to do and took a lot of his orders from her.

The little girl sitting with me was doing so much better now and she too wanted a break.  She and her dad were both thinking to go in and use the sinks in the public restrooms to try to wash up a bit.  The rest of us now exited the bus and once we all were off, Jack closed the bus doors.  As we exited the bus I was reminded of another dream with the bus entry to the secret underground room with entry to the shark man’s water world.

We all now entered into a very nice and stylish Spanish style fancy adobe oasis hotel rest stop place.  It reminded me some of the Harris Ranch in CA on the way to Los Angeles from Sacramento.

ATACAMA (?) ET SPACESHIP

 As we walk inside I spotted the new driver kid, but he now also seemed to be Jack as well.   He was somehow both.  I had to wonder about multiple version of Gorik coming back to himself to be in the same dimension as me as he also seemed to be the little girl on the bus as well.  I went over to “Jack” and he was now a very husky guy with freckles, reminding me of the zombie-break-away dream where the break-away guy came and kissed me, only he now also had nice black curly-ish Inidian hair.   Gorik as “Jack” looked extremely worried about something.

The rest of the group made their way inside now and most began to head toward the restaurant.  I spotted the little girl’s dad and the little girl went to him.  I told them, I’d be right with them.

I walked over to the blended version of the bus drivers, that was now Gorik, my Twin Flame.  I asked him, “What’s wrong?”  He was extremely worried now about the dark forces seeing him with me, especially if he was talking with me. Gorik replied, “I have to go somewhere.”  I said, “Ok, do you want some company and to talk about ‘it’ (whatever ‘it’ was) along the way?”  He became even more concerned now with me there.  He was incredibly worried he’d get in HUGE trouble is he was talking with me.  His biggest concern was being viewed as a mole and being whacked.  Gorik said, “You want to come with me? Kiss me. . .  Now, then.”  Gorik then pulled me in and indicated he must give the illusion I was the latest ‘flavor’ of the month.

It felt incredibly awkwardly to me as was pulled in and leaned in for a kiss and we seemed to bump noses, as if two kids kissing for the first time. I lip kissed him as though together for a long time.  I noted my clothing now and I was wearing my gothic style black pants and black skin tight shirt, with a mild vampire Hari Juku flair. Gorik now with a keen eye out placed his arm around my waist. I followed his lead and placed my arm around his too.  He was still very concerned.

We entered into the bar.  At the bar counter are sat two drunken dark forces men.  They seemed to know Gorik. The two males at the bar were very lude.  They looked at Gorik and they looked at me and said to Gorik, “Way to go buddy!!!” Inferring Gorik must have moved up in the world to have a girl like me instead of some unattractive old broad.  I didn’t care for the two at the bar in the least, or their perceptions however, this was expected. Gorik acknowledged them with a brief head nod as we simply walked on passed them.  Gorik was still worried. 

Gorik now told me once out of earshot of the men, “ I am looking for the pieces.”  He continued “They are extremely important.”  The pieces seemed to be ancient artifacts of some sort he was looking for.  Possibly crystalline and when put together they did ‘something.’

We continued to walk out of the bar now and down the hall, we saw the school marm on the way out.  She asked Gorik if he’d found “it” yet.  She was mean about how she asked him, but Gorik was used to being verbally treated bad so he didn’t think anything of it and replied, “Not yet.”  We kept walking passed her too.  It felt he wanted to find “it” before she did, because if she found “it” first, she’d turn it over to the dark forces.  It felt Gorik wanted to protect “it” now and because I was with him, I seemed to make a difference.

We had now looped back to the main front entry area and headed towards the restaurant.  A small group of our team now came into the foyer entry area talking excited amongst themselves about this artifact that they had found and how they had found all these ‘pieces.’  I realized they even had at least three of the artifact pieces while we were on the bus. They held out the pieces they had to show us.  They were glowing a more translucent soft teal-blue amidst white crystalline or even diamond material, or some other non-earth based metal that seemed also to be clear like glass. I wanted to say ‘polymer’ but I wasn’t so sure on that.  It also had what seemed to be a dark grey opaque non-earth based metal to it as well.  It felt to have a lot of non-Earth based minerals and elements.  It was both glossy looking and flat matte at the same time.

The team continued to talk very jovially and excited about it.  They had put together a lot of the pieces already and its was in a type of four-sided triangular shape.  As we approached nearer to the group a guy came over to me and handed me a piece to look at.  I realized it fit into the rest of the pieces assembled and was sort of like the nose tip of the  . . .  spacejet (spacecraft).  The ship portion they’d assembled was around three feet by two feet.  I looked at the piece I held and it reminded me some of Corborundum where it was jaggedy and broken off, even almost like splintered wood, while the outside surface was more like a smooth melted piece of quartz crystal texture.  I then fit the jagged end into the ‘front’ narrower end of the four sided pyramid looking pieces already assembled.  The nose seemed to complete the ship.  In my hand, it has also reminded me of a piece of drift wood.

I seemed to know this was the Atacama people’s spaceship or other small beings’ like them.   I wondered if there were 5 or 6 of them inside and if they were alive somehow.  I tried to peer into the ‘window’ even though technically there was none.  I looked anyway to ‘see’ if they were ok. I thought maybe they were ‘dormant’ somehow or in stasis pods.  I now thought very strongly of Egypt for some reason.  I also now realized Gorik hadn’t known these pieces were part of a spaceship.  He’d only known they did ‘something’ and he’d thought ‘magik’ (advanced tech) of some sort.  Gorik then said surprised and to no one in particular, “They were here with you guys all along.”  He wondered how he could not have known this, seen this, or known about it.

The group continued to excitedly talk about how it’d been found in an ancient (Egyptian?) artifact.  Like on top of a rectangular sacrifice pedestal or a pedestal used to honor (worship?) treasures, they weren’t sure which.  Only that it was on it and it was reminiscent to King Tut (?) style sepulture (tomb).  The kind of ‘tomb’ with all the booby traps, like in Indiana Jones shows before one reaches the room full of treasure.   Yet, somehow this treasure room and pedestal ‘room’ was here in the museum at this rest stop and my team was allowed to have it and take it for some reason.  I also thought of sphinxes and black Sheba cats.

Gorik was briefly thinking to take it from the team, to protect it.  Then,  he realized these people were more ‘my’ group than his dark forces group and he decided it was actual safest with them, even though the team didn’t yet seem to know it was a spaceship or what to do with it.  Even if they did figure it out, he realized they’d be unlikely to misuse it anyways.  So Gorik decided to let what he considered ‘all these curious kids’ keep looking at it and holding onto it.  He was curious anyway to see what they might discover about it . . . ‘for him.’

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