Prologue

Some really strange things have been happening in the night as of late, but this January is quickly taking the lead for HIGH strangeness. The experience logged below is an example of coming alert while in standard dream, to a level of activity going on behind it. Is the sub-level of activity something that is actually happening? Is it just another sub-level of thought playing out in my own mind? And can these two, at a certain point even be one and the same?

The sub-level can be shocking. You might recall the scene when Neo first wakes from the matrix. Do you have experience with this? Have you worked to gain insight?

Let’s discuss it in the comments.

January 19, 2024

Abducted ( by a human agency? ), attempted mind control, taken to another planet

The first scene begins with me parking the car; there is a long tandem space, walled on each side, the space up front is being pulled out of, I am going to park here. 

As all of this is happening there come to be specifically two other cars with male drivers who are interested in the space. I tell the one of them I will let him know when/if I am going to decide to leave it. When I get out of the car I notice the tunnel of space behind me. No-one is parked here, it leads into somewhere. I see a woman being pushed on a gurney around a corner and just sloppily left here in a doorway. I find this action just horrible and step in to finish taking her into the room ahead. ( I’ve fallen for it ). There is communication between the two of us while I am here. I notice she is a pretty, Goldie Hawn-ish looking woman. As we talk, a man comes into the picture and soon I am being driven home by them in their car. I am as ignorant as could be about what is happening; my coordinates in space and time are attempting to be extracted from me. 

I have taken the two of them to the empty parking lot of a Whole Foods store in a neighborhood I would frequent during the years when I was living out of the car. In the experience it is where I think home is and the man is not happy when dropping me off. In all innocence I suggest we all exchange information and keep in touch. He takes my phone from me, looking for an actual address maybe? shoves it back at me, turns and gets into his car to leave. It is in the few seconds we connect as he takes the phone off me that my conscious mind sees into the scene of what is actually happening right now. I am in a dark, dimly lit room. There is an ET and human presence. —although I do not know in what sense, I am out cold on a gurney and shockingly being scanned for data. This must be my etheric body they are working through. I finally realize in more detail why I have moved around so much in my life. To confuse my spacial-temporal whereabouts. In the experience, I genuinely think I have given them this, but I haven’t.

Another attempt is made using another tactic. >> 

I find myself with a large plus sized elderly black woman who I am taking care of and have brought to a Walmart store. We get separated when two people, a man and woman take me away in their vehicle. When I realize this has happened I tell them I really have to get back, the elderly woman is in my care. I try to get back on my own but hit many roadblocks, and the redirection of many others. I am not sure what is what. If the man and woman were a rescue, or if it was the other way around. Feeling into it, I suspect it was a rescue that I managed to mess up. Though the team were strategically placed in a way that did prevent me making it to back to the Walmart.

[ The above being said, I am unsure of everything at this point. ]

Now I seem to get a lesson: I have Charlie B and another little dog on leash, **this is just a single moment within the scheme of a larger set of scenes that are now so fractal due to the massive amount of data tonight that I don’t want to even bother putting it all back together. However…..as I am walking the two dogs on leashes I have a clear, medical grade glove on one hand because I have to clean up a pile of throw up that Charlie made earlier at the rim of a backed up puddle of water in the mud. Both dogs are pulling on the leashes and I keep trying to get them to stop. Something has happened, I am calling the dogs and they aren’t coming. I follow the trail of the leashes through two trees, to the other side of them where I see a man with blonde hair. He has taken Charlie off his leash. I am aghast. I tell him he will immediately put him back on. 

Charlie is hanging out around the back of the man’s left foot. He picks him up. I am getting talked to about the leash. I begin explaining to the man the reason for the leash, citing all these things that Charlie would NEVER do, such as pee and poo on other dogs and even cats, try to bite people, not listen to commands. If off-leash I would lose sleep always worrying. I then explain how it is all really my own fault, I didn’t do a good enough job training him when he was still young. When the brainwaves roll back around through beta I get another momentous shock. I realize I am being programmed to think the reverse of how things actually are. A horrible feeling is swirling around in my gut, this all just feels so filthy. —but I am starting to get angry, **this is a good first sign. I begin repeating to myself again and again how things actually are, how well Charlie was trained before we even met, to the point we never had to use a leash. How I actually had to untrain him from his militant background. How he was and still is the love of my life.

When the alpha-thetas begin to take me and I go under, >>

I find myself on a video call with a man who I want to call Donny but his name is not this, I can see on the screen it is something like Wex, and I correct myself, calling him by this name. When I get distracted doing something else with another female he shows up at my house. I am surprised how fast it happens. I ask him where he lives relative to me and say it must be close to have gotten here so quickly. This little vignette leads into the next fantastical experience.

I am now off world. I could not say the planet but the creatures and peoples here are not of our own. This said, the planet looks a lot like our own and there is an Earth human looking girl here, roughly 13 years old who has long straight blonde hair. As I come into the scene I am viewing it from above. There are two enormous bear?-like creatures down there who have just killed and eaten two of our people. Their fur is gossamer fine, and of a length roughly 18 inches. It is brown but has a light dusty wine colored tinge. The hairs seem as controlled as any of their limbs. There is another creature as well that I see only later, when we ourselves make it down there to the ground. It is vulture-like. It has feathers rather than fur, but it, too, has a similar kind of hair. These hairs make both these creatures look larger in size than they actually are. 

While still working out how to get down to the ground, and to our vehicles without harm, the blonde girl, not unlike an indigenous person is showing a middle aged female in our human group how to use a calf sheath for her knife. She is gifting one to her, explaining its purpose and function. I also see, how the girl survives a rock cave entrance collapse. She survives under an extremely large boulder, and when even it collapses onto her she survives even that. There is something different, something special about the child. She is like a supergirl. We all manage to get to the ground using some kind of white cordage. We climb hand over hand by the use of it down to the ground. It is while seeing all of this that I realize we were all in a helicopter. We are being lowered not far from the two bear-like creatures, and closer to where I now see they have cubs.

I immediately know this is not good, the adults will move even closer as they see this. 

We are trying to keep a safe distance but due to the cubs it isn’t really possible, as the adults move nearer to our position I see the vulture-like creatures. A black dog that I have on leash is leery but not afraid. In an alert yet submissive way he pauses here to pee and lay his scent, sending a message of our intent to the thing. When the dog is done, the creature is looking at me pulling him away and smelling the scent. It is able to read the message even from this other species. I am intrigued. As we are walking, still trying to get safely to our vehicles the scenes shift. I see, almost as a point of consciousness ( this is true throughout this whole experience ) that I am moving through a village of a local humanoid tribe. Although I get a good look at them, I don’t think I could describe them well aside from the fact that they are humanoid in their shape and appearance. I do see they have a range of different colored skin, dusty white, dusty pink, dusty blue. -and because it seems so different I notice their open O shaped mouths. 

We are walking past, I also notice, a group of their children, who are perhaps 30 in number and standing here in rows, aside a like-sized group of elders. A single adult male stands to the far side of them as a safety measure, not just now but at all times. He looks to the others of the tribe for permission to let us pass. It is granted, I can see the expressions on his face this whole while, they are very easy to read. We are being allowed through -on a very specific path toward a makeshift room of wood and straw where the blonde girl from before is being kept and questioned by a male of some kind of leadership rank. I am hearing what he is saying to her, understanding it in English in my own mind. I can tell he is not a good man. He is manipulative. He is saying for the girl to stop her resistive silence. To just just smile, gesturing her hands to the air/sky saying “almighty” as the rest of her peoples would. He is mentioning a woman in our own group, the one the girl shared the calf sheath with, who in appearance, herself looks like a grown version of this girl. He is saying her name is Linda. I see no further than this. I am beginning to wake.

I will not even try to see any further -we will leave it at this for today.

It is extensive in every aspect to process.