Directive: To be with my TF tonight.





I was at some very fancy, modernistic, futuristic, high tech building place.  It was a very large building and reminiscent to a very modern designed event type building, but it was a very posh nosh worker building, very upper echelon white collar workers.  At first I was inside, it was a ‘party’ and “Grandpa’s.”  It seemed like a Christmas party, only no one dressed up anymore and it seemed like the people were more Hawaii luau style attire and tiki torches. Since grandma had died, things had changed to being more casual, as the dressing up bit seemed to be more because of how grandma had wanted it.  Grandpa, seemed to be dying.  He was weak and on his death bed, but he still up and walking around. 

I was being bestowed some type of honor or recognition in ‘the group.’  ‘The group’ seemed to be the wealthy elite with extremely high GPAs/IQs that were the decision makers of this huge and largely made up of ‘glass’ corporate building, geniuses.  It seemed they were announcing I was receiving some kind of award.  But, I was leery of everyone that worked here and suspect of the award. A young man who was my friend was with me.

I walked off by myself to the back bedroom that was mine and my parents quarters.  I opened the closet and the only thing hanging inside it was a dress I’d worn to the family Christmas parties as a little girl of around 10.  It looked like I might have been able to fit in it, if I’d been about 10 to 15 pounds lighter.  It was off white eggshell color cream and had four parts it: dress with bell flare bottom that would sit just above the knees, little short sleeve jacket top, petticoat, and matching dress shoes with low heals.  I pulled it off the rack holding it up by the hanger in front of me and looked at it a moment. It had a little bit of lace on it and reminded me some of the colonial times, then I placed it back inside the closet  thinking how I always hated having to wear dresses just because I was a ‘girl.’  I was glad we didn’t ‘have to’ get dressed up anymore for these parties, but I also found myself sort of missing it too, as it was kind of fun to have an event to get all dressed up for like that.

My parents came into the room and my dad lay on the bed without a shirt on because it was hot.  My mom sat on the bed next to him.  I continued looking in the closet at the dress and reminisced to mom and dad about how much I hated wearing dresses in general and sort of laugh telling them a reminder story of how I jokingly had always called it ‘World War 3’ when they’d make me get into dresses as a little girl. I then saw in my mind’s eye a memory of myself standing alone wearing the dress and having been told “smile” for the photo and I tried to smile for it but it was more like a flat line mouth and slight upturn of lips and not really a smile, as it was obvious I was unhappy about wearing a dress but still trying to ‘smile’ for the photo and so considering the scenario it was a decent job of ‘smiling.’ I looked at least somewhat ‘pleasant’ but it was evident I was not thrilled about it.

I went the few paces over to the bed now and told mom and dad we had to get out of there right away! We all went outside the room with opaque walls and out to the main glass building vaulted ceiling area and out the glassed building doors.  I continued to talk with mom and dad and tell them we had to leave immediately and that what was going on inside was dangerous. 


I looked up at the sky and a huge cyborg looking tanker, cigar shaped, “elongated-bean-can-style” ship was hovering now visible in the sky around a 500 yards or so above ground and slightly away from our standing positions.  The ship front flat end visible to our view had a single eye port on it, like a highly advanced laser pointer and was a solid brushed steel looking metal and the barrel of the ship was more like a Borg cube vessel with raised and lowered blocky and T shaped design raised surfaces. The raised areas seemed to serve as windows.  Around windows they glowed a white-blue-teal color.  These went all over the entire barrel of the ship in a balanced asymmetric kind of way.  The ship was a prisoner vessel and carried thousands of people on it, maybe around 5 to 7 thousand or so.  The large majority were slave workers, who didn’t really know they were slave workers doing things to lead to their own death, like in The Island film.    It felt very ‘borg’ style but I knew everyone on board looked human and that there were a handful of science lab doctors for every two or three hundred or so prisoners also on board the vessel. They ran all the experiments and collected the samples and organs from the slave ‘donors’ when it was there ‘time’ to be called as the ‘chosen one.’


I knew I had to get back inside the building and mom and dad too, but it felt they were only after me.  I knew it saw us . . . me . . . I told mom and dad we had to leave and go inside immediately before it scanned any of us!  As I began to walk back to the building and was about halfway there, the ship scanned me with a more pie wedge shaped energy beam, reminding me of a radar green pie shape wedge going around scanning and blipping on the way on a flat screen, only this was more 3-dimensional and scanning my whole body.  They finished their first scan of me as I got almost to the door, then they immediately shot at me the red laser beam also from the eye beam of the vessel and I felt a weird sensation in my lower left back/side area and like they were numbing me and trying to paralyze me so they could snatch me. I was reminded of the 3 times knifed in the back dream when pre-sleep I had asked why Andrew was showing up so much in my dreams and I learned he was romantically involved with a Nephilim and his lust for her had allowed them to drug him up so he had no powers or abilities accessible and then two very big guys sandwich held him and knifed him, only I experienced that dream as though him and I had little to no ability to access my powers, just enough to protect my hand each time I pulled the blade out of my back.  This was reminiscent to that experience physical back sensations, only here, now, since the lust was not mine and I was ‘clean’, they could not fully penetrate me and instead it was like I was slogging through water and mud now, as the beam also ordinarily paralyzed the victim.  The evil ‘school marm’ lady seemed to be operating the beam on the ship and had decided to move me up on the list for ‘collection.

I was barely moving now and there also seemed a mild suction wind pulling me back.  It seemed ordinarily this beam paralyzed the victim and then they suck them up into the ship.  Only I was a bit tricky for them as I hadn’t done anything to give them any right to take me like that.  I grabbed onto the door handle with movements like being in slow motion and I hung on and opened it as the suction threatened to grab and lift my feet off the ground.  The semi-numb feeling remained localized on my low left back almost side area, but I felt no pain or back muscle spasms like I did when I woke from the being knifed in the back 3 times dream.  This just felt like a section trying to be numbed but unsuccessful.  I barely got myself inside the door and the door reclosed itself.

It seemed the laser beam could not penetrate through the glass and wall matrix structure of grandpa’s building.  I was safe for the time being, but I still had to leave the building and get out of there. I could walk and move normally now.

A MIB style guy now was beamed down outside the door and he came inside, reminding some of the ‘not’ Will Smith MIB guy, only this guy was different looking to that and had white, silver-grey hair and it would have been curly had it not been combed gently back to be more of a wavey look.  He looked about 65 and like one of the two gay men that I’d seen kissing in the dream the other night just before Gorik was Tasmanian-Devil-style whisked away by his a security officer of his and he also seemed to be the same guy in the women’s bathroom the other night and I wondered why he was in there. The evil school marm was also now down on the ground with him.  It seemed she had been teleported down, whereas the MIB/MIG (Men in Black / Men in Grey) had been wave-beamed down through the laser eye beam ship technology.   They both came inside and walked me over to a window counter-desk and the MIB guy sat down and pulled out a couple of papers.

They were papers about me and one of them had a time stamp of 3:51pm. I looked at the type font on them, reminding me of my legal documents and the papers were honors papers and the MIB might have changed his mind about me if the evil school marm wasn’t there ensuring he do his job.  He read over the papers and mused, “Shame. She’s a pretty one.” then “See that?” sort of to the lady, “She has a hypothalamus.” Like he was referring to the base of my skull and upper neck area and back section at the base of the brain with a cord bundle that came down into the neck area, “This is highly unusual” and he continued to talk saying how others don’t usually have that and so this made me a genius.  He seemed to be referring to my dream abilities.  He seemed to want the school marm to change her mind about killing me for body parts and instead use me for my genius.  But, they knew they never could control me, so the lady wanted to have me whumped off before I could start gathering a crowd and telling people the truth.  So the lady told the guy, “nope, we are going to kill this one and use her as a full body ‘donor.’” They planned to dissect me and shell out my body parts to others.  I said, “I don’t want to be a donor of any kind, and especially not a ‘full body’ donor!”

Then, I seemed to escape from them for a moment and I fast walked into another section of extremely high ceiling glass building and came to rounded type very modernistic bar type setup.   I saw a small canal of water around it, reminding me of a manmade pool waterway that might be seen at a Water World fun park, like a mini version of the Lazy River inner tube float. It went only around half of the circular bar and near the window wall. I noted a golden brown looking Spaniel dog just in the water at the entry point and it was having trouble keeping it’s nose above the water. 

I decided to get into the water and help him.  The water came up to my mid-waist and I reached out my left arm and could barely reach my hand under the dogs belly and as I pushed up on him I could feel his empty stomach suction in and to where I felt the base of his rib cage as though he was almost just the bones.  He took in two or three more breaths through his nose of water as it’d dip under the water and I finally got close enough to move in with my other hand and lift him up so he could breath with his nose above the water.  He seemed tired and needing a rest so I grabbed him up completely into my arms and walked holding him mostly out of the water in my arm.   For some reason he needed to go around this waterway “C” shape, so I began to walk us both around it, also thinking maybe this will keep me hidden from the MIB/MIG guy and evil school marm lady. The Spaniel had another friend with him in the water.  A female black dog doing a back float, she seemed totally fine and I could see her doggy nipples and belly and gave her some pet-rubs on her tummy and she really liked that and then she rolled over and swam some with us. 

I made my way around to the other end of the “C” waterway and climbed out the mini waterway wall side with the Spaniel.  I set him down on the ground and he continued to stay close.  I noticed a blue colored approximately 6 inch looking vacuum exhaust type hose.  The hose was run through a separate small section of water sharing an adjoining short wall with the main “C” curve I’d just gotten out of, but its contents were separate.  It seemed the ‘water’ outside the hose was made up of chemicals of some sort and even acidic-like and I could see an oily type rainbow haze layer on the top, possibly from gasoline type compounds.

I switched on the red ‘on’ button.

The other end of the vacuum hose was connected to the tinted glass windows and was connected to a hole that would blow out onto the upper very modernesk deck area, reminding me of the ICC prison escape dream and the giant dream of leaving the negative future timeline.  On the deck stood around eight to ten high level white collar decision maker corporate suit men and women.  They had fruity type drinks in their hands and were discussing a project of some sort. These were top level-head employees.  Now, the air from the hose began to blow a lot out the hole and it was like a mini tornado for them or Tasmanian dust devil and they were getting blown all about as if in a wind generator fun tube.  I went outside to them and they were huddled into a small group now and holding onto their hats, clothes, and the guard railing so as not to get blown away.  I asked if they were ok and they were.  I said, “Wow, I hadn’t expected that!” (so much wind).  Then I went back inside and I or someone else turned off the red button switch and the winds stopped blowing on the group.


My young male friend was with me again and the MIB/MIG guy and marm lady now spotted me and caught up with me again.  The Spaniel went off somewhere else in the building now.  I seemed to somehow knock out the evil school marm lady, but the MIB/MIG got me and had me by the shoulder and was now guiding me towards the outside through the main entry/exit entrance.  I told him again, I did NOT want to be a donor!  He said it wasn’t his decision and this is just what they do and this was/is his job to haul in the people they chose. 

My parents were walking behind us and my young male friend was walking next to me.  The MIB asked who was my father was or who was like my father.  My young male friend spoke up and said he was like a father to me, twice. He was trying to get the MIB’s hands off of me. 

We entered a room like a large atrium and made our way to the doors.  There was a fairly good size group of low level white collar workers gathered near the exit/entry doors.    The MIB/MIG  guy was now telling me to keep quiet as we got near the crowd of around 50 to 100 workers. . . so . . . as we got near the crowd standing by the main entry/exit doors talking amongst themselves. . . I began to yell-say, “SEE THIS GUY? HE’S GOING TO TRY TO KILL ME!  HE’S GOING TO TRY TO MURDER ME! HE’S THE ONE WHO DOES THIS STUFF!” The MIB/MIG guy tried to look like he didn’t do anything like that and like I was crazy or just making it up.  But, people were listening to me and looking.  “EVER HAVE A FAMILY MEMBER JUST SUDDENLY GET ILL FOR NO APPARENT REASON?  OR JUST SUDDENLY JUST DOESN’T SEEM TO FEEL GOOD?  OR JUST SUDDENLY DISSAPEARS?”  The crowds were fully listening and many were angry now, as many of them had lost near and dear loved ones like that! “WELL THIS IS ONE OF THOSE GUYS RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT!”  A small group of people had now crowded around the MIB/MIG guy who’d been trying to discreetly take me out the building to his black van so he could take me back to his place to kill and dissect me.  A handful of the younger thirties year old strong and healthy men grabbed the MIB/MIG guy and pulled him off of me. 

My friend and I quickly walked out the doors with my parents.  

The MIB/MIG guy was able to make it just out the door, but now he had the full attention of all the people that’d been inside and they were an angry mob now of people after him and aware of the truth. A small group of them about 7 to 8  took him off to the side of the building front doors.  One guy now hit him extremely hard in the face with his elbow, making his nose bleed, and then they threw him so hard onto the hard cement that his head smacked the ground.  My group and I were now about thirty paces away as I turned my head to look back over my shoulder and I now saw the small group of men around the MIB/MIG guy and about 3 to 4 of them were brutalizing him. The crowd was now mostly outside looking on and ready to step in if needed. One guy lifted his very heavy duty military grade black leather steel toed style boot and took the base of the heel down directly onto the side of the MIG guy’s head and I saw the MIG guy’s head go off to the side as though given a boxing knockout punch. The rest of the men were now kicking him all over his body. The MIG/MIB guy was getting bloody now and seemed unconscious.  I looked around and saw three to four other Tasmanian devil style vortex fights going on nearby and was reminded of a bar room fight scene how everyone just starts to fight everyone because everyone else is. But, these other vortex beating groups may have been because other co-workers were involved in things maybe they should not have been, but the fighting was much more mild not necessarily as brutal or death sentence like the MIG/MIB guy beating was.      

The MIG/MIB guy had now likely been beaten to death.  My mom also had turned and looked some and said, “That is disgusting.”  I said, “Yeah, I know.  But he deserved it.”  She agreed with me, even as much as it disgusted her to do so. 

We all now had suitcases and were heading out to the parking lot.  I said we need a different car to drive. Inferring we couldn’t take dad’s vehicle as they’d know to look for that, or my vehicle or any vehicle any of us had driven before.  It seemed I had a new vehicle of some sort and that I said ‘it would do’ and that we had to get out of there right away and go somewhere we’d never been before.     


Then I woke up . . .