Extraterrestrial – Page 2

April 12, 2018

Impressions of a Trapeze Artist – A False Start

I had a dream that it’s the day after my last day at work and I find myself back at my old job. I’m trying to find my way out once I realize that I shouldn’t be here. I can see the work configurations have changed. There is someone working at my old desk. They are telling me that I am welcome to share the space with them and start my own business. I can see the possibilities for me. I know I should leave because I’m not supposed to be there. I work my way down to the 2nd level which I thought was where I can exit the building. I find myself on the level where the cafeteria is. I can see my old boss Deb Reilly. I’m afraid she will notice me and wonder how I gained access to the building. I’m trying to find a ramp that will take me from the second floor out the building. There are foreign workers there who have abilities similar to trapeze artists. This one woman is scaling the french balconies with ease. I’m afraid she is being a bit reckless but she manages to amaze me with her abilities. She is unafraid in the least. She knows I’m watching. I wake up thinking my exit on the the second floor was a false start.

This morning as I awoke after I having snoozed my alarm and had a vision. I can see a scene before me with some blue and white clouds with the silhouette of a mermaid’s lower body. The scene provided just enough imagery for me to figure it out for myself. I then saw what looked like little grey frogs crossing the road in front of the mermaid. I looked carefully at the little frogs to see if they were mini people or insects. They appeared to look more like little people but the way they jumped was more like frogs. They seem quite happy in this child like environment; innocent and peaceful and tension free not a care in the world. Right before the scene came to an end I see someone approaching from the left in the foreground. A human of normal proportion as though I was watching a TV screen and someone came in front of the screen to peak and see if I am still watching or asleep. The person peaked in partially looked at me stood there and gave me a look that said, “Did you get that?”

July 27, 2009

Park-a-Barge River

I had a dream where I am in the parking structure of the building where I work. I park my car in an open space and proceed to walk toward the stairs to enter the building when I accidentally trip over an access panel at my right foot. The access panel door is slightly raised. Both curious to know where the access panel leads and wishing to properly secure it to prevent others from tripping over it I remove the panel door to examine it. The opening is barely large enough to put my hand through it but wide enough to provide a clear view of every parking level below me. Each parking level below me has the same access panel positioned directly below the one where I am standing. By removing the access panel door, I have opened all access panels on ever floor below me allowing me to see into all of them all simultaneously.

Though the opening, I can see the parking structure is built above a river which is wider than the parking structure itself. It is a vast river with a strong flowing current. I think it very odd that a parking structure would be built above a river. It wouldn’t seem to make for a very secure foundation. As I scan the surface of the water I notice a severed hand floating in the river. I’m immediately concerned. Scanning the river for the remains of the body to which the hand would belong, I see a large barge that is carrying the bodies of the dead for processing. The bodies are laid on their bellies piled upon each 9 high or more. The man who works the barge is processing each body one at a time placing it below the surface of the water until each is consumed by the current. There is green algae like film that covers bodies.

I have the feeling that I am not supposed to be witnessing what I have just seen. I decide to secure the access panel and go to my office where I can take the time to process and research what it is I have just seen. Once at my desk, I realize this research will require access to top secret documents which I am not privileged to but I know someone who does have a top secret clearance who might grant me the information. I call Joe up and ask if he could possibly gather the information for me. He kindly agrees and within a few minutes documents are delivered. Stacks of reports now sit on my desk for review along with new research equipment, computers, scanners and communication devices to allow me further inquiry and investigation should I wish to delve deeper into this mystery. I open the files and the first thing I notice is the information that authenticates the information and its source listing the price for obtaining the information. All have been delivered free of charge this is clearly noted by a zero in the balance due files. I know had this not been a favor to me anyone else receiving the information would have had to pay a significant price to obtain such information.

After I’ve gone though all the documentation provided I decide to go back down to the parking structure and have a second look. Once down there I remove the access panel door. Once again, I can see the barge and the worker processing the bodies. The barge worker is wearing a full body green suit. His hands are silver and resemble metallic claws. By comparison, I can tell his hands different and his body is much larger than that of the dead he is processing. I surmise with all the information I now have that this man cannot possibly be of human origin.

I’m worried that I have stumbled upon something that is so top secret that I will be searched out and prevented from disseminating the information. I attempt to replace the panel door. As I reach to grab the panel door a car drives by and crushes the door breaking the interlocking mechanism. This truth can no longer be concealed.

March 20, 2009

Clergy With Someone

Last night I had a restless night that resulted in a series of disturbing dreams. In the first dream I am at a party and we are blowing up balloons. They are the type of balloons that are twisted into animal shapes. The balloon I am given is black. The objective is to blow up the balloon to the break point without breaking it. As I begin to blow up my balloon I notice it looks like a penis or dildo. I am disturbed by the image and I want to stop but I feel committed to the challenge. I don’t want to fail. I’m aware that the more I blow the more pleasure is felt by those around me who are observing me. They are urging me on. I’m approaching the break point. Just one more puff. The balloon bursts with a loud pop. I immediately wake up startled by the loud sound and burst of air at my face.

As I open my eyes there is a fat black man looking at me with puffed cheeks, pinched lips and bulging eyes. He reminds me of Louis Armstrong. I am extremely annoyed at his presence. He is the reason why my balloon burst. The look in his eyes tells the whole story. He is making a joke of me. I backhand him and roll on my side to go to sleep.

I then had a dream where I am dating a guy over the internet whose screen name is “ClergyWithSomeone.” Our conversations occur mostly over the internet. At first our chats are pretty typical and very delightful. Then something changes the mood shifts for some reason and I suspect something is wrong. I’m trying to figure out what has changed. Why is it that the internet acting differently? As I examine the computer I realize my hands are stuck to the computer. I am trying to figure out how to detach myself from the device. I’m pulling the computer away from me over my head like a pull over sweater. At this point when I am almost free a white note is passed to me seemingly a chat request. I feel it is from someone trying to help me. I immediately grab for the note in the hope of freeing myself. I’m beginning to wake up.

When I open my eyes I’m completely disoriented. I cannot make heads or tails of my room yet I am awake. I feel like I am recovering from just having passed out as if the blood is just now returning to my brain. As my brain begins to make sense of my bedroom, I see three men floating above my bed. They are standing together in a group facing each other. They are humanoid with the face of an animal specifically a bear or a beaver. Again I am extremely annoyed with them for the dream they have given me. I don’t feel they are making fun of me they are simply telling me the truth, a truth which doesn’t feel so good. I back hand them and turn once again in the other direction and fall back to sleep.

I have another dream. In this dream there is a police officer that has been stocking my house and watching me through my closed windows. He has been watching my movie played on my television screen, a movie of my life. I feel violated. He knows my most personal and intimate details. Upon becoming aware of him I step outside my house onto the front porch to confront him. Given that he is a police officer, I feel I must comply with his demands. He wants to enter my home to inspect it. I turn and walk back toward my front door. Something inside me says, “DON’T DO IT….DON’T BELIEVE HIM…DON’T LET HIM IN. I must react quickly. I make a run for it at a moment in time where he was not expecting it. I slam the iron door closed and quickly turn the dead bolt lock. I tell him he must wait outside while I call the station and confirm that he is in fact who he says he is and has the authority with which to search my home. My actions angers him greatly.

I am in a panic inside the house not knowing what to do next. Who do I call? What should I do? The panic places me in a lucid state a super conscious state where answers are coming to me. I remember that I know how to fly. I am the master of my dreams. I alone am the script writer. I alone must confront him but I will do it prepared with a super conscious awareness. I practice for a moment flying back and forth within my dream house to verify that I can indeed fly and I have my super human powers at my readiness. I then open the door to confront my oppressor. It is dark outside and he is now no where to be found but I know he still lurks in the darkness.

I now go about my business. I walk through the house taking note of all the details. There are mementos of my life and memories of my mother. As I start to remember where I came from, I become lost in the experience. As the wave of information starts to end, I come across a group of photos. They are photos of me with my friends taken in the past. In the first photograph I see the man my oppressor the same man who stood outside my house dressed as a police man. I clearly recognize him now. I hear myself say, “I hate him.” I can’t believe we were once friends but here is the truth on paper. We were friends. I flip through the photos. We are together in a majority of the photos. He smiles like a horse. I remember his presence even in those days was overbearing but he was my friend.

I then hear a sound at the door. He is back and the front door is wide open. He enters the house. We both take flight and confront each other in mid air in a great show of force. He is an extremely powerful opponent with powers that equal mine. His advantage is that he has lived in this underworld for a long time. It is his home turf. I am on his playing field. I on the other hand have been away from my powers having used them only sparingly during the course of my life on earth. The knowledge of how to use them is steadily coming back to me. We collide many times in mid air but I am not backing down. It is not only me for whom I am fighting for. I am fighting for the freedom to be as we really are in our full potential. I am fighting for my family’s right to sovereignty, peace and security. We finally lock each other in a choke hold. I’ve got him by the neck gripped under my arm.

The struggle wakes me up. As I open my eyes there is a face of a man beside me. His face is bright red and he has an expression that is undoubtedly evil. If there is a devil this man is him. Interestingly he has two piercing one on his lip and the other on his nose. He is completely red except for both piercing which are a vibrant luminescent blue. I am amazed that I am seeing this before me in a fully conscious state. I give no expression other that of sheer determinations and steadfast resolve to stand my ground. After a few minutes….his image fades. I then got up and went to the bathroom to pee.

March 10, 2009

Fresh Drinking Water

I had a dream where I am at my house. I have guests staying with me. A cleaning lady is busy in one of the other rooms of the house cleaning. There is bird feed all over the floor. I’m wondering where the bird feed came from. In the corner of the room I find a small wicker basket with a cotton cloth lining that is filled with colorful bird feed. Knowing the source of the feed, I turn and ask the cleaning lady to please tidy up the room and to be sure to pick up all the bird feed that has fallen on the floor. After asking her I ask myself if I might have been a bit presumptuous in asking her to clean up for me after all I don’t have a maid in real life and I can very easily do it myself. At this point, I’m obviously aware that I am dreaming. I allow her to carry on her business not offering her any help…after all she is the cleaning lady be it only in the dream.

I then walk over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Instead of turning on the water from the filtered tap I decide to use the regular tap to fill my glass. I’m curious what the consistency of water is like in a dream. After filling the glass with water I hold it up to a light that shines above my head. In the water I can see tiny colorful micro organisms swimming about the glass that remind me of Sea Monkeys. Puzzled I set the glass down on the counter and ask myself, where did the light above my head come from?

With my hand firmly holding the glass on the counter I look up into the light and see billowing clouds gathering. Within the clouds I can see a face begin to emerge. It is the face of God. Knowing this is my opportunity to ask God for a favor, a favor he cannot refuse, a favor that might change the course of human history, I quickly think ….if you had only one question or favor to ask of God what would it be? I want to ask for something universal that would benefit all mankind and not just myself. Immediately I know what to ask for. I look him straight in the eyes and ask, “God can you please give us clean drinking water from the tap.” God looks up and away, slightly rolling his eyes at me while at the same time smiling in a way that lets me know I have in fact cornered him with the perfect request. It is something that everyone needs and cannot live without. After a short pause he turns to me and with seeming reluctance he agrees to grant my wish.

The scene instantly changes and I now find myself standing outdoors in an open courtyard. All peoples are gathering and gazing up at lights in the heavens. There is a great display of beautiful lights in the sky in shapes that are unfamiliar to me. I am disoriented not sure of where I am or what exactly we are looking at. I immediately realize the awesomeness of that which we are beholding. Celestial beings are arriving in space ships by the dozens. Very soon we will know our true origins.

As we are gazing up at the approaching ships one of the landing gears falls off and lands next to me. At first I think it is accidental but as I examine the landing gear which looks like a shoe to me it becomes apparent that they dropped it for me to retrieve. The shoe is metallic with very sharp edges. I turn the shoe over and inside it deep within the sole of the shoe is concealed a very bright light. I am absolutely sure the shoe was not an accident. The shoe was delivered to me deliberately to conceal the light. Unfortunately, I don’t know what to do with it or how to use it. I assume I should place the shoe in such a way that the light reflects back to the approaching ships as a beacon or light house a way for them to find me and take us home. I try placing it over my head but its enormous size makes it difficult to work with. It is about two thirds the size of my body.

I finally give up and leave the shoe behind. I decide to head for the country and away from the city and all the on lookers that are beginning to gather. I feel as though I wasn’t able to fulfill my purpose.

I get into my car and start driving. The car I am driving is a convertible. As I reflect in the rear view mirror I suddenly realize I am now three people; the observer, the driver and the passenger who is seated in the back seat of the car. As the observer I see myself as God sees me. As the observer I am looking at the passenger who is completely unaware that I am looking at him. I see myself in him. I can see the light coming from within him perched on his shoulder. He is unaware, unaware that I am with him, unaware that I am in him, unaware that I and he are one, unaware that the three are one..unaware that although he sits as a passenger in the back seat of the car…he drives the car. He is unaware that he carries the light upon his shoulder.

February 18, 2009

Reading River

Last night I had a dream. I am at my house and I look out the front window and notice people gathering. I step outside my front door to and see my neighbor Evelyn standing amongst a group of people. She is giving them the news that she is moving out of the neighborhood after having lived in her house for over 30 years. It is the end of an era.

Upon hearing the news, I begin to cry. I reach over to embrace my neighbor. I am heartbroken. She lovingly hugs me and tells me that everything is going to be ok. She then draws my attention into the distance. In front of my house there lies a river at the bottom of a hillside. Along the bank of the river, I can see my nephew standing with an inflatable raft.

There is something not quite right with the raft and this image. I struggle to get a good look at the raft to figure out what is so unusual about it. I notice that the raft does not have a place in which to sit. It looks more like an inflatable mattress than a survival raft. My nephew is fanning the ground with it causing dust to rise into the air like smoke signals. I’m told he is waiting for his friends to arrive to go into the river with the raft.

My nephew’s behavior strikes me as curious. I stand there puzzled trying to figure this out. I have a vague awareness that I might be dreaming. Nothing makes sense here. As I’m standing there a strange man walks by. I get the feeling the stranger does not belong in my dream. He disappears out of sight.

I then get in my car and drive around the neighborhood trying to be very observant. I drive by old neighborhoods where I used to live. All the housing in this area has been taken over by slumlords. I attempt to read the writing along the streets paying close attention to the words. The words don’t make any sense to me. They are words I do not recognize or much less pronounce. I assume I must be dreaming. At this moment I see the strange man again from before walk by. He quickly gets lost in the heightened confusion but I am determined to make sense of this world.

I continue driving focusing hard on trying to take in all the information from this place. I then notice that my car’s performance is not what it should be. The car is stuck in second gear and it feels like it wants to stall. I want to try to get to a place where I can pull over but I am currently driving through an underpass. I need to make it to the other side. I am looking over all the instrumentation gages in the car to see what might be wrong with it. A small white navigational screen appears in the center console of the car. It is displaying a single word. Initially I do not recognize the word. I can read the letters but not the word.

Aggravated I turn to open the door and get out of the car. The strange man is standing immediately outside my car. Without thinking I reach over and grab him through the window of the car by his neck. I take a firm grip of him and immediately wake up from the dream.

I had literally sat up in bed when I grabbed for the stranger’s neck. As I opened my eyes, I found the man clutched in my fist. I could still see his face in my mind’s eye and before me with my naked physical eyes. It was as if I had two copies of the same man in my head….one in the back of my mind and one out in the physical world in which I live. His ethereal presence faded as I vehemently shook him in my physical world. His expression was one of complete surprise. He was not expecting me to do that.

Because I jerked myself awake when I reached over and grabbed him by the neck I inadvertently hurt my own neck as my sleeping head did not respond as gracefully to the request my body made to attack the man before me. As I sat there in bed it occured to me that I did understand the meaning of the word displayed upon the navigational screen. It’s meaning resonated deep within me with profound truth of which I cannot explain.

3 days later my neck is still hurting from the incident.

December 11, 2008

A Weasle In My Bed

Last night I had a dream where I am undergoing a surgical procedure to remove some calcified deposit from my brain. The procedure will be done on an out patient basis. The procedure is described to me in detail by a female surgeon who will be performing the surgery. The surgery needs to be done immediately before I awaken. I am worried because there is no time to notify my employer in the event that I am unable to report to work the following day. I am very scared fearing for my life. She is the only person from whom I can seek assurance of my safety. Before I sit in the operating chair I ask her if I can hug her. At that moment a gentleman walks by. He is a resident intern. She turns in his direction to grab his attention. She asks him if he would share his story with me to help reassure me concerning the need for and safety of the procedure I am to undergo. He pauses in the doorway to gather his thoughts and begins to explain his story which is similar to my situation. He explains that he would have otherwise died if it had not been for the procedure that is about to be performed on me.

As she begins to apply the anesthesia to my scalp above my left ear, I begin to awaken from the dream. Over me in my bed is an ethereal humanoid being who is by no means human. I recognize him to be extraterrestrial. Both my hands are holding my comforter tightly close around my neck to keep the warmth from escaping my sheets. This visitor has a pointed jaw line and a few teeth protruding from his mouth. He reminds me of a weasel or ferret. I don’t trust him. In a moment of quick thinking I try to push my comforter forward netting the being the being in my comforter and thereby pushing him away from me. As my arms began to move forward in his direction he quickly reached down grabbing both my arms tightly and pinned me back down to my bed. I felt the pressure of his forward motion and the weight of his body against my mine. He looked squarely into my eyes. I could see his lips moving but I did not hear any sound. I laid there motionless under the weight of his presence with no alternate recourse. He examined me visually then released me and backed away vanishing into space. I looked at my clock on my nightstand. It was 4:25 am. I then got up and went to the restroom.

In traditional symbology however, the weasel is represented as brave, graceful,[2] and a symbol of the brave Christian who triumphs over more powerful foes.[3] A weasel is shown as the companion of St Jordan of Battberg. It was also used in Christian hagiography as a symbol of resurrection,[4] and was respected as a hunter of snakes, and the one creature that could reliably kill a basilisk.

Weasels are one of many villainous races, along with rats and ferrets — although ferrets, biologically speaking, are a species of weasel. In reference to the weasel’s reputation for skullduggery, the phrase “weasel words” means insincere or devious speech.

In European bestiaries and legends, a basilisk “little king” is a legendary reptile reputed to be king of serpents and said to have the power to cause death with a single glance. According to the Naturalis Historia of Pliny the Elder, the basilisk of Cyrene is a small snake, “being not more than twelve fingers in length”,[2] that is so venomous that it leaves a wide trail of deadly venom in its wake, and its gaze is likewise lethal; its weakness is in the odour of the weasel, which according to Pliny, was thrown into the basilisk’s hole, recognisable because all the surrounding shrubs and grass had been scorched by its presence.

October 6, 2008

My Name is Interpol

Last night, I was visited by a group of extraterrestrials from another dimension. Their lead identified himself as Interpol. He said his name means “communication.” At the time of their visit I was stricken with sleep paralysis and therefore stuck in limbo in between worlds. I could clearly see them standing by my bed partially materialized. They then took me on a journey to their world. There I met a friend whom I refer to as Ben. We walked along their streets and sat in a tiny cabaret. I noticed how everything was so crisp and clean. It was dark out and a moon was hovering closely in the night sky. I felt a bit uncomfortable in their world. We spoke at length about the things we like to do. We both mentioned how we both enjoy a good smoke.

He noticed I was uncomfortable so he asked if there was something I needed. I asked him if we could go outside; out in the open air to walk again. He agreed. Before stepping out in the open there was a display window in the cabaret with various after dinner items. One of the items was a box which had three cigars. I instinctively reached for one of the three cigars. He reached for the second one. I then offered him mine as a gesture of my appreciation. We both smoked off the same cigar.

We then found ourselves in an open pasture that belonged to a nursery for plants. The caretaker gave me a box with a hundred dollar bill in it and a certificate of ownership and deed to the property. He said it was for me. This was my inheritance he said. I was overwhelmed at the gestures. I knew this was everything I ever wanted. I knelt on the ground to see and smell how fertile the soil was. When I kelt I noticed there was a path, a road that lead from my new property to the moon. It was an incredible sight. In disbelief, I stood up and noticed in the sky a red light coming toward us. I knew this was the beacon for the mother ship. I looked squarely into the light waving my arms over my head to flag the ship down.

The entire ship came in closer as it materialized fully in the night sky. I assisted it in landing on my new property. I could clearly see all the details of the ship. I was asked if I could smell their ship as if it smelled bad but I could not smell anything unpleasant. They then came out of the craft to greet me standing beside my bed.

My awareness came full circle again back to the now. My name is Interpol he said it means communication. He then took me on another journey to see the school where I had received my education. There I ran into an old friend named Mary. We reminisced about her wedding where we were in the presence of our mutual friends. I was carrying a backpack at the time with school supplies. I was responsible for assisting with registrations at the school.

My awareness came full circle again back to the now. My name is Interpol he said.

The whole night I could not move. I couldn’t even move to grab my voice recorder so what I did is I kept repeating the details of the dream in my mind so that I would not forget. It also helped that I needed to pee but I couldn’t get up for that either.

The first unusual thing that caught my attention was his name, Interpol. I had never even heard of it until I looked it up in Wikipedia.

INTERPOL is the world’s largest police organization. INTERPOL’s mission is to assist law enforcement agencies in each of its 186 member countries to combat all forms of transnational crime. Its six areas of priority are: drugs and criminal organizations, public safety and terrorism, financial and high tech crimes, trafficking of human beings, corruption, and fugitives.

The second thing was the cigars and the issue of smoking. I don’t smoke cigars or cigarettes. Somehow I equate the smoke with peace, harmony and tranquility.

Cigars are often smoked to celebrate special occasion: the birth of a child, a graduation, a big sale.

September 26, 2008

Smoky Truth

Last night I had a dream where I am retelling my dream. I am walking down my street that my house is on. I stop to look at the beautiful landscape and the clear blue sky. I notice the sky is too perfect and I become aware that I am dreaming. Since I am retelling my dream I tell those with me that everything I see here even in it’s perfect appearance is an illusion. But then something catches my eye. The neighbor’s house has changed. It is bigger than before. My house does boarder their house. I walk by the two houses twice to try to figure out how it could have changed. Somehow I know this is not an illusion. The homes are real.

Now inside my house I pass by a tiled fireplace and something catches my eye in the reflection of the tile. In the tiles reflection I can see the truth. I can see who is actually in the room. I can see both the physical and those invisible beings from other dimensions. I am amazed. I confront the other worldly beings those who are otherwise invisible except when reflected. I show them that I am not afraid. They are beautiful to look at. I play and dance with them.

My ex Michael comes over but he cannot see them. He is happy to see me, so happy that he has alas found me. I too am happy to see him. He stands out on the front porch to have a smoke. While out there the other dimensional beings over hear him saying how much he still loves and wants to be with me. They share this secret with me.

September 16, 2008

Return to the Planet of the Apes

Last night I had another Planet of the Apes dream. This may have been a continuation of the previous night’s dream which would make this part III in the sequence.

In the dream I am on another planet where these invisible cloaked apes reside. They have screens that hide them from view but they are everywhere. As I’m standing there, I see a circular space craft hovering overhead. It is outlined with red lights. Out in the open, I flag it down wanting it to know about my presence on the planet. The apes all around are mean and vicious but it’s just a front. I see an ape walk by wearing a leather jacket. It looks like Zerra. I ask if it is her. I am told it is not her. A male ape reveals himself and his manhood to me. He tells me that he admires me and the program I lead. He insinuates that he would like for me to sponsor him. I think to myself, I’m not ready to sponsor anyone but here I believe you must pair with a primate. He provides me with a screen to wear as a cloak. I am now one amoung them, able to see all the invisible apes. They appear as a metallic blue apparition.

To honor the dream I purchased the 2001 movie of the Planet of the Apes from Blockbuster Video.

September 15, 2008

The Dragon's Lair; Sinfully Nothing to Fear

This dream was so long it started one night and continued on the next. Both dreams were so amazing and detailed I can only hope to give a glimpse of what happened.. I was also fully lucid in both dreams. I remember reentering the dream half a dozen times or more just because it was so exhilarating to do so. I wanted to experience it again and again and again. With each re-entry the dream changed slightly with my new awareness.

On the first night I am retracing human history and find the Elohim. I somehow know that if I find enough of the pieces where they were left it will be enough to piece it all back together. I fly and soar to heights only dreamed of. My last clue is found in the crystals.

On the next night I reentered the dream again soaring to heights well above the earth. I can see a planet in the distance. This planet is similar to the moon but darker as it does not reflect much light. I allow myself to enter into orbit around the planet. I want to see the life that is on this planet. There are many dark caves yet I can see in the darkness. The caves are protected by many uncircumcised penis like creatures with wings that fly like bats in the night. They scratch and bite at my hands. I can hear them talking. “This is the dragon’s lair.”

By entering I defied the dragon and angered him. I could also hear my own thoughts. I knew they could hear my thoughts. I wanted them to know I wanted them to “Bring it on”. I then said in a slow deliberate thought, “Simply nothing to fear” but for some reason my saliva got my tongue stuck and the word “Sinfully” came out instead of “Simply.” I then felt my own dribble hit my forehead in a wet creamy paste.

Knowing I am the beast and I am the dream, there is nothing for me to fear. I’ve basically forever been afraid of my own shadow. Hell then became a very cold place. My metabolism slowed to a crawl. I heard them say will he be able to make it back. I didn’t care I felt I had already died a million times. If this was the realization of death then so be it. One of them noticed I was wearing a cell phone.