Aliens

I had this very creepy dream,
But… i also cannot remember what i did last night before i went to bed.

Since i have woken up, a few minutes ago, i have found out that my feelings of not remembering last night accurate.
I really and actually do not remember the going-to-bed “procedure”, specially the bits i did before going to my bedroom.
It feels to me like i am trying to remember what i last did last night, just the way i would try to remember a dream.
The creepy dream i will share happened in the morning. It is 13:00 now.

I was in my old school, but that soon changed into a never seen before place.
It was a new “type” of school based on a new “religion”.
It was my own school (a dream world school really), taken over by what i knew (felt) were evil aliens. I think i even know who the “headmistress” is.
She is the the same “mother” figure the contactee simon parkes describes.
Anyway, i saw the headmistress and her assistants of various ranks/jobs.
They passed right in front of me, like a train breaking through the crowds.
She was in the lead, severely back hunched in deep serious thought, talking loudly to herself it seemed,
Dressed in various assortment of robes, and tall head gear, fashionable, to cover her giant elongated head. I did not see her face, but i am not sure.

The other were behind her, acting nervous and emitting hatred to everything and everyone, even to her.
Anyway, they totally ignored me, or i was invisible to them.
After they disappeared, i looked at the classroom on my right, which had huge windows permitting me to see the large amount of girls there, the students.

I felt like the students are being forced to sexually (something) as a part of the school’s (satanic) religion.
The girls i saw were familiar faces from my life, the younger students that i knew when i was at school. And i would say either out loud or to myself, no, not you too, and you.. although i don’t really know the girls on any level.
Just familiar faces captured and under control. And it made me mad.
Very angry that it is this bad. I was expressing shock and distaste out loud.
I felt i was like a school inspector. No one was stopping me from inspecting..

Before i go on, i must say this, since i woke up from the dream, and walked around the house and made tea and sat here to write, i have been thinking about the following, that this is not an important dream. I don’t remember it well. And i am disappointed that i dreamt it, instead of something awesome.
And i initially was more interested in the way i was feeling, that i don’t remember last night, and how dreamlike my reality is making me feel.
Then i decided to write a couple of words about the dream to reference my strange feelings.
But the dream got clearer and clearer and i couldnt stop remembering or writing it. suddenly i realised that this is a huge dream and i should write it down to every last detail..
So this is so strange to me.

So in the dream, this school is actually something else. Because i “heard” or felt that they do something horrible with the youngest ones.
Mutilate them physically for some reason. The boys i think.

And i was aware that i don’t know where my own daughter is. so i get personally involved in finding out the scheme.
Once i get out of the building and into the play ground, i see on the ground this:

Laying in the ground, in a muddy puddly, was the skin of a hand of a child. With the wrinkles where the joints would have met once, and the details that prove this is a skin peeled off– peeled off a small child’s hand, and discarded in the strangest way.
Maybe on purpose for me to find. Maybe thrown there by a child worker.

When i saw that, i suddenly knew what is going on and what i should do to perhaps stop it. but i can’t remember this now.
But more interesting is this:

Just before going outside, i went into a kitchen or home ed classroom. There were three or four older students making food, for a small event of some kind, i think the adults at school will be eating the prepared food. I told them why aren’t you making something nicer like chocolate cake, their answer was strange and i don’t remember it, it might even have been in a strange language. And i proceeded to taste the only thing that looked appetising, pale spotty sausages. I knew i should not eat that, i felt it could be of a male’s body part, i knew deep inside that i am committing a cannibalistic act, but the flavour then overpowered my thoughts, because it was so good. Like really really good, and i was so happy with the tasting it.
Just then my tooth started to wobble terribly. And then, i remembered that this has happened before, (in another dream last week) but for me it was just another day in my past. I can’t remember the other dream, but i was aware of the “timeline” somehow.

Without speaking to the students, with the sausage in my hand, which tasted really really foul on the second bite, i left the classroom from a different door. Thinking only of my tooth, knowing for sure that it is not going to hurt, and it will be easy to take it out, and i also knew (remembered) how the tooth base is going to look like: 4 spider like legs that plug in and out of my jaw.

This is when i find a door to the outside, to the backyard playground,
And i open the glass door which open out, and right where the door stood open i saw the muddy rain puddle with the skin. I let the door close and it did gently, and i come very close to inspect the find.

I feel, see and hear many children outside, and i know none of them are actually playing. It felt like a labour camp, where those poor kids had something to do with the skin i just found. It felt like a butchery, factory, open air lab of some kind. And the kids didn’t know what they were doing, and they were very very sad and hopeless. Orphans. all this i got from intuition. I saw nothing but what my mind allowed me to telepathically see.

I am still obsessing about my tooth, all this while, and i decide it is time to take it out. i push it in, hear a click, and the take it out, i am expecting it to be white like it was in the other dream, but it turned out to be black. Not rotten, but jet black, a stone, black sapphire, with four beetle legs, alive, but unharmful, slowly flexing and opening. A device which is alive.
I looked into the stone, and saw a face for a moment. A darth vader image. A black masked face. (note: i have nothing to do with star wars, i never watched it, but the darth vader symbol has been “presented” to me on a few occasions during wakefulness, a sort of a sign, the last month or so.)

When i see him, i feel calm and determined to follow my mission because he was my “commander”.
The dream ends here i think. I wake up.

And i still feel strange, like something in me has shifted, dreaming and living has been connected somehow, or worse. I dont know.

Your thoughts?

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