31-5-2019
I had tickets for the big football game (note in 3D life, I never attend football games), and I was there with 2 other acquaintances. In the dream, I recall it was football, because as I was entering the stadium I could see through a concrete hallway out onto the field a reduced perspective of the players: just their legs. White skinned, masculine, muscular legs (didn’t see the feet or the hips). Note: All my life in 3D, when people have sung praises about any of the types of football, in order to feel like I’m in the swing of it, I have always replied: Oh Yes! When I watch it, it’s to see their legs! (Shows I’m obviously not interested in strategy of ball play, etc).
But the streaming, incoming crowds were being let in by gatekeepers. The one in my case was a blue-green, reptilian, troll female. When she spoke, she had a husky deep voice, definitely feminine though. She also had whitish or purple protuberances on her face, such as we are familiar with in some movies that portray aliens. She wasn’t the type of troll that swings a club, but her job there was to identify and bar access to the grounds for anyone that didn’t fit in to the general sport-enslaved collective mentality.
There was a first filtering that took place when my pre-prepared identification paperwork was questioned. I am quite particular about doing things by the book, but this alien took my paperwork, turned it to its side, and then said that this was not the acceptable presentation, so I couldn’t be allowed in. My two friends, who were football-mad, got in. That was a very definite rejection of my ability to “go to the game”, but I decided to re-do it and try again.
On my second try I thought about trying to blend in to the masses and slipping past the gatekeeper, but then I took hold of my courage and as I walked up to her, I said “Hello”. Then she told me in no uncertain terms, in a quiet, but authoritative voice, that it was no use, I would never be let in, and I was lectured for some minutes before I realised my access to the all-important game was over, for good. Her voice brooked no dissent, and she basically informed me that they were watching me, and I couldn’t win a trick – I would be stopped, no matter what.
I woke up sobbing from this dream (surprised to see it was 5:44 am and I actually existed in a bed, somewhere). Oh, it’s 15.44 as I type this. After analysing this dream in the post-wakeup phase, I realised it is about my true identity and how I am forever blocked from the matrix of domination and control, as being a rebel and a dissenter just isn’t allowed – too disruptive to the sleeping masses who do participate.
Of course I questioned why my being stopped in my tracks, or being rejected, always makes me cry as a first response. But looking at it sensibly, I’m glad I’m not an acceptable energy-slave for them. I do believe what some psychic commentators have said, namely that disclosure would first start off in our dreams (subconscious talking to our conscious minds, usually by pictures, graphically or through symbols). I realised that I may have actually met a real minion, in the sleep state, and had quite a graphic visual of her in her blue-green-purple body armoring which is part of her. She wasn’t wearing clothes that I recall, the skin covering was doing a perfectly good job.
I’m glad I didn’t try to beat the system’s defences (gatekeepers) as then I might have had to face a being much more powerful and soul-destroying.
Interestingly, David Topi’s recent article which discusses the Gray races does mention that sporting events and sporting fixtures tend to be a focus for the energy-collection (loosh – not his word).
I found it interesting that the gatekeeper was female. I’ve read somewhere that the Queens and also their security personnel of some alien reptilian species are the dominant gender. Just as poisonous, just as dangerous, just as hard-striking, even in the virtual world of dreamland. Didn’t see fangs, but the threats were veiled, hooded, insidious, cold, calm, collected. I don’t think compassion would be their by-word. Yep, I would say she is a dangerous adversary, for sure.
END
This eye is pretty close, maybe had a blue or purple sclera, not red.
I wish it looked more like this, but it didn't!
You get the picture, scaly, powerful, body features like a hood, but not exterior clothing. Blue-green.
I had tickets for the big football game (note in 3D life, I never attend football games), and I was there with 2 other acquaintances. In the dream, I recall it was football, because as I was entering the stadium I could see through a concrete hallway out onto the field a reduced perspective of the players: just their legs. White skinned, masculine, muscular legs (didn’t see the feet or the hips). Note: All my life in 3D, when people have sung praises about any of the types of football, in order to feel like I’m in the swing of it, I have always replied: Oh Yes! When I watch it, it’s to see their legs! (Shows I’m obviously not interested in strategy of ball play, etc).
But the streaming, incoming crowds were being let in by gatekeepers. The one in my case was a blue-green, reptilian, troll female. When she spoke, she had a husky deep voice, definitely feminine though. She also had whitish or purple protuberances on her face, such as we are familiar with in some movies that portray aliens. She wasn’t the type of troll that swings a club, but her job there was to identify and bar access to the grounds for anyone that didn’t fit in to the general sport-enslaved collective mentality.
There was a first filtering that took place when my pre-prepared identification paperwork was questioned. I am quite particular about doing things by the book, but this alien took my paperwork, turned it to its side, and then said that this was not the acceptable presentation, so I couldn’t be allowed in. My two friends, who were football-mad, got in. That was a very definite rejection of my ability to “go to the game”, but I decided to re-do it and try again.
On my second try I thought about trying to blend in to the masses and slipping past the gatekeeper, but then I took hold of my courage and as I walked up to her, I said “Hello”. Then she told me in no uncertain terms, in a quiet, but authoritative voice, that it was no use, I would never be let in, and I was lectured for some minutes before I realised my access to the all-important game was over, for good. Her voice brooked no dissent, and she basically informed me that they were watching me, and I couldn’t win a trick – I would be stopped, no matter what.
I woke up sobbing from this dream (surprised to see it was 5:44 am and I actually existed in a bed, somewhere). Oh, it’s 15.44 as I type this. After analysing this dream in the post-wakeup phase, I realised it is about my true identity and how I am forever blocked from the matrix of domination and control, as being a rebel and a dissenter just isn’t allowed – too disruptive to the sleeping masses who do participate.
Of course I questioned why my being stopped in my tracks, or being rejected, always makes me cry as a first response. But looking at it sensibly, I’m glad I’m not an acceptable energy-slave for them. I do believe what some psychic commentators have said, namely that disclosure would first start off in our dreams (subconscious talking to our conscious minds, usually by pictures, graphically or through symbols). I realised that I may have actually met a real minion, in the sleep state, and had quite a graphic visual of her in her blue-green-purple body armoring which is part of her. She wasn’t wearing clothes that I recall, the skin covering was doing a perfectly good job.
I’m glad I didn’t try to beat the system’s defences (gatekeepers) as then I might have had to face a being much more powerful and soul-destroying.
Interestingly, David Topi’s recent article which discusses the Gray races does mention that sporting events and sporting fixtures tend to be a focus for the energy-collection (loosh – not his word).
I found it interesting that the gatekeeper was female. I’ve read somewhere that the Queens and also their security personnel of some alien reptilian species are the dominant gender. Just as poisonous, just as dangerous, just as hard-striking, even in the virtual world of dreamland. Didn’t see fangs, but the threats were veiled, hooded, insidious, cold, calm, collected. I don’t think compassion would be their by-word. Yep, I would say she is a dangerous adversary, for sure.
END
This eye is pretty close, maybe had a blue or purple sclera, not red.
I wish it looked more like this, but it didn't!
You get the picture, scaly, powerful, body features like a hood, but not exterior clothing. Blue-green.