Alien Dreams: Silver Talls, Theme Boxes, White Dog
Past two nights I’ve been working on calling down UFOs. I have a friend who is very adept and knows her stuff regarding magick who has been successful with this — she’s shared some techniques with me. So far, no luck in seeing UFOs but I did have some interesting dreams both nights.
Well, all I remember is that the dream was very important and had to do with ships and non-human entities. Dream within a dream within a dream . . . woke up in the dream telling others I had to be sure to tell Jim about this dream because what I dreamt was very important! I woke up in the dream to realize I’d been dreaming then did it all over again. It had something to do with aliens but what, I don’t remember! Just that the message — whatever it was — was important, and not to forget. Of course, I do not remember at all, just that it was.
Jim and I and others, are in a beautiful setting. A nice large house in a wooded setting. A large man made pond, or lake, really. The aliens have been after us. Tall, reptilian types, nasty. I finally have enough and get the others to join me as we pick up hoses and start spraying water into the woods to get rid of the aliens. I look back at the pond/lake and see a large white dog splash into the water, headed towards me. He wants to join us. And after him, lots of other dogs following. I worry that the dogs will be hurt but give up on trying to shoo them away. After all, aliens. I go back to spraying water into the woods. Someone mentions that “this is like that movie, Signs, where the alien hates water” and I say “No it’s not. Nothing like it. The alien isn’t the same. This is real, this is different.”
Now those aliens are gone but others have come. These beings are near invisible, and silver. They morph in and out of visibility. Sort of like Predator. Liquid like silver, and very tall beings. They have left us here knowing we’re safe and happy but they will be back. They’re not malevolent but not completely warm and fuzzy either.
Meanwhile, inside one of the bedrooms, I call everyone in to look at what I’ve gathered. Some of the people are bored and don’t want to come. I insist. They gather around the bed, where I have several types of boxes. In each box are items related to a theme. One box is Beethoven; sheet music, paintings of Beethoven, CDs and LPs, some books about his life and music in general.
Another box has some of my poetry as well as poetry and writing by others, art, etc.
One man in our group says he’s bored and doesn’t care about all this stuff. I tell him it’s not about us, what we want, but that the Silver aliens want to learn, want to communicate, and they’ll be back for all this. They know they don’t know and want to be able to learn about us, so they can share their culture with us.