Subconscious global virus fears have seeped in.

I had a dream that I thought was real, then realized at some point I was dreaming. Until, in the dream, I was explaining the dream to my husband — complete with a physical demonstration — thinking that that was real, until, I realized I was still dreaming. Layers upon layers.

I hear sounds of animals  (I assume they are animals, cats maybe, raccoons) fighting in the yard next door. Abruptly, the sounds stop, and I hear just one sound: the crunching of leaves and gravel as a seven-foot, bi-pedal creature walks into our backyard. 

I don’t know how I know the creature is seven feet tall, but I do. The nature of dreams. This creature is somewhat reptilian-is. Highly intelligent, and nasty. This thing claws at our bedroom window,trying to get in. I’m terrified. Try to wake up my husband but he’s out. All this time, I think this is really happening. Not a dream.

I hear the creature walking around to our other bedroom window. I get out of bed, pound the walls with my fist and shout “GO AWAY!!! GO AWAY!!! WE DO NOT WANT YOU HERE!!!” 

There’s a moment where I am frightened because I know. — I can see it in my mind — that it’s thinking. Deciding whether to burst in or leave.

reptiliancover.jpg It leaves.

Later, I am explaining this dream to my husband. I show h

im how the creature walked, using my fingers to walk across the table. (As if he doesn’t know a bi-pedal creature would walk.) I think: thank god that dream nightmare is over.

Then I realize I’m still dreaming.

Like most of us, I assume, the coronavirus has shifted things within in a deep way. I’m confused, operating in a state of surreal acceptance. I want to be safe and responsible but  am not sure what to do at times. I know what not to do – – I’m not an idiot. Am I scared? Yes, sometimes. I don’t want to feed into it. I’m not hoarding toilet paper for instance.

So the fears and anxiety, the uncertainty, is always there.

 

And I know I am setting myself up for the wrath of logical intelligent fellow saucer heads, Forteans and the like to be flung at me  but I can’t help there is more behind this. Much more, including conspiracy and manipulations and even the interaction with an other.

But none of that really matters. Because this is here, it’s real, and it’s affecting all of us at all levels of our existence. Children at home, unsupervised, people out of work wondering how they’re going to pay their bills, . . . the fallout is immense.

My little dream, exposing layers of reality (I’m dreaming, I’m awake, it’s real, oh, I’m still dreaming) presenting a Reptilian Alien monster as an unwelcome and nasty intruder. It did go away however when I confronted it. So maybe this dream was a reminder that I am responsible for myself and to calm down. Not to be cavalier about things, but, find that balance between acceptance of this new reality while remaining sane.