I represented the numbers of the date below as “311 311” and had no idea why. I now discover that the Japanese tsunami is being referred to as “311.” Interesting.
Well, I’m the plaything of the gods and, as risky as it is to say it, I have to declare that I’ve just awoken from two dreams about disclosure.
I don’t want to be dramatic and I don’t like the thought of being wrong, but there it is.
The first dream was about disclosure actually happening in a common space where I was. The common space was like the interior of a playhouse or convention center. I’m not sure what we terrestrials were doing there but it felt totally right to be there.
I was in the common area which had a round, panelled, spacious enclosure in the center. There were doors in the middle of each panel. And somehow I became aware that disclosure was happening almost at the same moment that it did.
There were terrestrials already inside the enclosure and people we knew almost instantly as galatics began coming through the doors, dressed in brightly-colored gowns. They looked exactly as we did and many of them we already knew on a first-name basis.
We were so happy to see each other. We instantly knew what was transpiring and began sitting down around the walls in a mood of high celebration and expectancy. I remember wrapping my arms around a man named Daniel, who was dressed in a red gown. More and more people entered into the enclosure. We were at once almost giddy and yet altogether peaceful and contained.
There was a rapid increase in numbers and in ecstacy, most of us known to each other and all of us feeling immense satisfaction that things were actually underway. And then I awoke.
Almost immediately I fell back to sleep.
In the second dream, which I entered almost immediately, I and another (I don’t have that person’s permission to name her so I won’t) entered an incredibly-spacious apartment that we were dwelling in and I immediately noticed what appeared like messages on the back of the door and walls and everywhere. I said something like “They’re here.” And I knew that this dream was meant to confirm the first dream.
The messages at first appeared to be a lighter shade of the grey/blue color of the paint. They were all over the walls and doors. They looked as if they were glazed or embossed on the wall. The moment I recognized them as messages, they became more pronounced until they had a pencil-thin border of black around them and stood out unmistakably.
They were words and pictures and all of them proclaimed that our space family was here. And again a swelling feeling of love arose at which I woke up a second time.
I debated whether to report these dreams and agonized over how awful I’d feel if nothing happened within a reasonable time and I’d somehow raised a kafuffle. But I then remembered that it was my job to report what I was given.
I use the graphic above to represent how we all found ourselves congregating before long in the common space. But, to be really accurate, the graphic would have to show us congregating around the walls of the room rather than all over it. And it would have to show us sitting down together with our backs against the wall.
The time I last awoke was 1:26 a.m. Pacific Daylight Time, March 21, 2011. 3212011 or 311311. (I don’t know why I represent the numbers that way, but I’m going to leave it.)
In both cases I remained in the dream for no more than the equivalent of about ten minutes and then awoke. There is no more to say. I have no idea what either dream meant or indicates.
I’m going back to sleep.