Psychic Channel Dream Analysis 5: Psychic Dreams From My Past

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Dream Analysis 5: Psychic Dreams From My Past

Repost and edited for clarity. Trigger warning disturbing materials.

June 23, 2014

Please read Dream Analysis 4: Military and the CIA as this continues the blog series. It’ll help you understand the post as I proceed to analyze my psychic dreams or psychic channel messages.

As I wrote my last blog entry, I’m coming closer to the truth of how these human-alien-hybrid-like people operate. There are technologies involved, but there are also elements that are more spiritual and dimensional (or advanced conscious manipulation to comprehend). Very few humans consider these elements typical perceptions because of the indoctrination of the spiritual self on physical matter and its law.

(By the way, I want to congratulate the science community on finding the God or Higgs Particle. Anti-matter particles will bring humanity closer to advancing technologies. Another aspect of myself knows of that from different timelines.)

In the last blog entry, I came close to how aliens and their human-alien-hybrid children’s mental acuity overpowers the human mind and then interfaces with the human worldview. How these aliens hide within our psyche and operate on us unknowingly, giving us their fear and distorted thoughts, and how our society is oblivious to its consciousness.

In this particular post, I’m going to go back to an older dream of mine. I will examine specific dreams and how my consciousness broke down scenes and scenarios.

In this particular dream, I was still in middle school in the 7th grade.  My mom wanted to swap room with me because she suspected I was leaving the house at night, so she gave me the main bedroom while she had my old room, which was closer to the front door. I want to relate this dream because synchrony happened between my mom and me.

In my dream, I’m at some ‘school’ talking to the administrative assistant. In my mind, the school was my middle school, yet the feeling within that dream was that I wasn’t on planet Earth anymore. I was on a spaceship.

In real life, my mom went into the restroom and opened the door to my room, waking me up. I heard her mumble under her breath that I was still “here” and sensed relief from her. The strange part was I just dreamt I was at “school” but was not on Earth. An example of an event similarly foreshadows how I discovered some dreams I had were never really dreams.

I found my mom in the living room the following day. I asked her what she meant when she said, “She is still here,” and why she opened the door to my room. My mom told me she had a dream that I left the house. She related her dream to me and said it was pretty vivid:

She heard my footsteps as she walked towards the front door, and the door creaked open. She got out of bed and looked from where the door was open. She saw me in my “night dress” shorts and oversized shirt. She wanted to call me back into the house because she thought my sleepwear was inappropriately short. I’m standing outside, in front of the place, talking to a giant man much taller than the average. He’s taking me somewhere.

My mom and I had dreams synced not in similarity but in the fact that I “left” to go to school off-world while she caught the giant man who took me. In my dream, even though I was in school, the underlying feeling that I wasn’t on Earth always stood out to me.

I always had dreams of walking around the city at night with someone. I never really knew this person. I’ll illustrate another dream where my consciousness broke down the scene, revealing something else. These dreams gave me a deeper insight into the very “goals” of a small group of globalists on Earth.

Example of the dream:

It’s nighttime, and I’m looking from a craft in the sky below the cityscape. My eyes scanned homes and buildings, but they all looked like ‘poor’ under-developed construction. I’m aware it’s a modern cityscape to the people dwelling inside. The thought of living upon ‘shit’ with underwater pipes disturbed me. I don’t feel like I’m in my own body. The scenes come to me in aerial view.

Then I was walking with someone on an empty street, still nighttime, and the person next to me made me look up towards the sky. Scenes of constellations and ordinates come to me in waves. Then, scenes narrow in on various planets. I see a planetary system with a global monarchy-like rule by a select few based solely on genetics—the only ruling system.

Another consciousness shift, and I’m aware I’m lying in bed beside a guy. I understood that those images that flashed before my mind were him telling me everything telepathically. The communication wasn’t verbal. It became like my thoughts in visual images and a sense of knowing. I don’t understand how that communication disturbed me, but I remember being outraged, and I got on top of him to slap his face. Then, I realized the awkwardness of the situation, which became sexualized. I sense he was the force (the mind) that catalyzed this type of ruling system and is proud of it on a galactic level.

In my waking life, I never had this negative perception of modern urban planning and sewage systems; I was once a sustainable architecture major in art school. I was interested in “off-the-grid” architecture at a point in time. My main focus was on one independent building design, not the entire city’s infrastructure or its connection to plumbing and waste management. Our current infrastructure affords us humans a relatively comfortable “temperature-controlled” home; it could be better, but I wasn’t the Urban Planner. Maybe the Freemasons are to blame for poor infrastructure; I dreamed of viewing modern cityscape as primitive when I was a prepubescent adolescent. I haven’t matured or seen the world yet, and I have strong feelings regarding what is considered advanced within that dream.

I haven’t even traveled outside of America, and I’m like any other American; I saw the country as one of the most modern. During my travel to Laos, I went into that country with preconceived notions of third-world countries, and I was like any other American: I viewed other countries as third-world, poor, and struggling. However, actual travels tell an entire story, and I guess I should blame the media for shaping that worldview. 

My stay in that country was easy because I knew the language, which made communication easy. Though it may be third world, I was the happiest. It stems from being away from what stressed me in America and thrust into a world with good, fresh “organic” foods, old architecture, a relaxed pace, a warm climate, nature, and friendly people willing to help. This is a communist country, yet I didn’t feel restricted by the government’s control. I only hear of draconian laws that execute people who smuggle synthetic drugs into the country from Thailand, yet natural “drugs” like weed are permitted, and “globe-trotting” Westerners engage in this fervently. So, this mental perception in my dream was quite odd. I saw it crudely designed as I was overlooking a modern cityscape like America or any other developed nation. The main thing that disturbed me was the sewage underneath the city and the inhabitants living on top of their waste. They live atop their shit!

Then, this dream started when I began high school; I guess I should call this dream “the bedroom intruder.”

In this dream, I feel like a robot responding to his action. We were making out on my bed. I’m beside him, reacting to his actions without conscious thought. I see dark hair– In my mind, I’m aware of his presence from a future timeline, and somehow, I got a mental impression of my own ‘outfit.’ It looks like an old Christmas nightgown from a different period. As I understood it, a mental image and knowing came to me; I sensed I was wearing old-fashioned sleepwear. It was like a mental exchange, and I’m aware of this. Then I noticed his chest was bare, and I realized he had his outfit pulled down past his hips. It looks like a silver or dark metallic grey uniform body suit. Then I became aware of his erect penis and understood his intention. My conscious ‘observing’ mind became alert and surfaced from a hypnotic robotic response. Then I sensed an urgency for him to ‘finish’ what he intended to do, while fear crept into me, and I fought to regain conscious control. He quickly slipped ‘it,’ and the next thing I knew, I was lying in a puddle of wetness. A portal had opened in the middle of my bedroom, and he jumped through. Time reset back to before his visitation.

I awoke and retained memories of the traumatic dream. I had to check myself, and I saw I was wearing a Christmas red and white strip cotton nightgown that was not antiquated, and I was not lying in a wet spot. I was pretty ignorant of sex and sexuality then because I was so young, and this was before my sex-ed class, where the teacher would traumatize us with STDS photos of deformed pus-warty genitals, forms of contraceptives, and birth videos.

 Afterward, I had a lot of mission-like dreams of jumping in and out of portals and dimensions. It was like one dream where I was waiting for the same guy on a planet blown into rotating large chunks of rocks; I was aware of portals and planetary grid systems, and I had a message to deliver to him, but more like a warning.

Let’s continue with other past dreams; I call this the “mirror room dream,” and this dream directly affects my self-perception:

I’m asleep in my ‘dream,’ and someone places a mirror before me. Mentally, I felt someone in my mind pushing my consciousness back.

I’m aware I’m lying naked, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My sexual self-image became heightened, and I’m aware of that part of me.

The dream was screen memories and the process of human programming; while one incident was happening, I remember sensing others in the background a different scenario, for example:

I’m in a yoga classroom full of people and mirrors. My mom is doing yoga beside me. Or I’m lying down and feel very sleepy. There was the intention for something to happen in that room because I could sense it in the others. The next thing I know, I’m levitating off the yoga mat. While that was happening, I realized the same familiar feeling of that off-world “school” came to me while I was in yoga class—a spaceship-like feeling.

In high school, I would have dreamed of seeing a vast white building like a school with multiple dorms and rooms. Unlike typical classrooms, the scene would be of me trained on various odd things. I’m dreaming of people I’ve never met or interacted with in my ordinary waking reality, and I’m given tasks. Furthermore, I was in a sensory deprivation water tank or a dark room. While performing these tasks, someone from a remote distance always asks me to accomplish specific psychic tasks.

I’m locked in a small room. All I see is darkness and a stream of lights off in some distance. I’m unaware of anything but someone wanting me to bend the stream of ‘lights’ into one light with my mind. I can focus and fuse the rainbow lights into one solid golden light. Then, I sense excitement from a distant location.

and this dream

They give me a series of written tests. In the dream, I was unaware of what the tests were because I felt ‘drugged.’ I sense an instructor was aware of my high test scores. Then, I sensed a girl getting frustrated and upset with the test results when she compared hers to mine. Her emotional response took me aback. I felt I wasn’t ‘one of them.’

and this dream

I feel like we’re in an auditorium room, and I’m among groups. It’s like a lecture room. There’s this male presence re-occurring that doesn’t like me. The male berated me with insults on some mental performance; the next thing I realized, I got furious and accidentally killed him with my mind. The group in the auditorium got quiet and quickly walked out.

In the first series of this dream, I was with a group of kids who told me to practice talking with them without sound. We were playing some holographic world games.

Speaking of psychic kids, I had this dream, and for a long time, I became obsessed with building a particular “school” on Earth for the gifted. These school dreams propelled me into pursuing architecture, taking the mantle like a suicide mission.

This one dream I will title “The Godchild”:

I’m in a wooden cabin. A group of us is in the basement of this wooden ‘lodge.’ I sense that special kids will inherit the world, and we must prepare for them. There’s one little boy situated on a platform. He was just a toddler. I came near to him and found myself ‘forced’ into a bowing position, mentally aware this wasn’t something I would do in a child’s presence. I sense from the little boy an ‘older soul’ with vast knowledge beyond his years taking on the embodiment of a toddler. The boy wanted to be like a God, and he had the mental strength where I found myself kowtowing to him. Yet he doesn’t have that innocent, bubbly personality of an average child, which brings a smile to your face like puppies and children’s innocent antics. 

I don’t remember the chronological order of the last dream. This next series of dreams started when I just entered college. I’m only recently writing these dreams down because they stood out to me; they don’t relate to anything I’ve ever encountered, seen, or experienced in waking life; the dreams are not a part of my worries to real-life scenarios; they go in series, unlike my more normal mundane dreams of actual subconscious release. Strangely enough, currently, I’m starting to see people from my dream appear to me in waking life; the writing should be placed in the category of “looking back” because it was around the time I was in high school; the dream of me sitting on the edge of a bench outside a white corridor lost and unaware of my surrounding and a black male approaching me as if he knew me. In waking life, I see this black male enter the restaurant where I work.

I started to have more alien dreams when I returned from my overseas travel. Beings called archons flooded my nightmares, and the creatures looked like cryptid grey aliens and shapeshifting reptilians performing medical surgeries to extract fetuses and eggs and insert unknown alien sperms.

This dream about a giant closet:

I see one of my friends, a cheerleader from our high school football team. I knew she loved fashion since she worked for discount on clothing as a sales associate at the local mall. I’m in her room, but it feels like that ‘school’ and ‘white building’ I’m always in. Her room was like a mini-store because her closet was the size of my room. The dream changed; I was with a man that’s supposed to be my husband. We’re driving around in a limousine in New York City. The scene changed once more; now we’re in bed, and I’m encouraged to have sex because it’s normal since he’s my husband. I was mentally encouraged to have a massive orgasm while on the brink of having one. I sensed someone losing control, the scenario fell apart, and we were not in bed. I realized I was scratching at a metal medical table and not clutching bed sheets. I was supposed to focus on the guy mentally known as my husband, but I became aware someone was standing above my head to the left where I was lying on the table. I realize he’s masturbating while this ‘thing’ that is pretending to be my husband is having sex with me. I noticed they looked ‘dark green,’ and their penises looked ‘large and dark green,’ which I thought was a dark condom-like bag that collected semen. The guy above, who controls the mental perception, moves in closer while showing me the dangling green sperm bag. The emotion I felt from him was hate and loathing while dangling his sperm bag in front of my face. I sensed he wanted to have sex with me, but I also felt a high arrogance and a superiority complex. 

Before this dream, I returned from Laos with a series of grey alien visitation dreams. There were two beings, just like that green dick bag thing, and they were always trying to capture me.

During this time in my life, I’m transitioning from being a high school senior to a college freshman. It was the time I was going on college tours with my friends. Close to one campus was a New Age holistic healing place; I went in there with my friend as a joke to get a psychic reading. Sean, the local psychic, did my reading, and I was shocked at how accurate he was about my life; unless he watched me all his life, there’s no way he can know. But Sean mentioned that aliens abducted me and hinted at an incident in some wood. My life was ordinary. Aliens neither exist nor do humans have psychic abilities. I found out later that Sean had a heart attack and stopped offering psychic readings. The psychic reading had me spiraling down a rabbit hole like Alice in Wonderland into the arena of the odd and unusual.

These dreams during college:

I’m lying in what feels like a dentist’s chair. I see lights above me. Someone from afar told me to make it snow. Then, snow started to fall from the darkness. I try to grab at the snow. Another part of my mind understood it wasn’t a dentist’s chair.

 and this dream

I sense something above my house, like an alien spacecraft. I knew they were coming after me before they did. I ‘sense’ their energy and presence–they were war-like, and it felt like a military ship. I ran around the house to prevent them from coming after me, yet I knew it was useless. I felt fear.

I still don’t want to say I’m an alien abductee because of the nature of gathering evidence, but I am an experiencer. So, I must join the ranks of those who are labeled crazy. Shamans have gone to alter states and seen beings that looked like greys, reptilians, and human-looking aliens, the forms changing with the perception of the experiencer. Yet those who have researched these particular aliens called them Archons–extradimensional aliens. Researchers further claim that archons can also inhabit the nonphysical worlds and the physical world with a vehicle called a body. This all makes sense because humans call our deceased “ghosts,” depending on our religious beliefs and view of the afterlife.

As I was suffering from a “pressure” headache, I went to a fellow energy healer for energy clearing. Back to my roots in “chi” and energy channeling, I met a psychic and energy healer woman; she sensed I had extra-terrestrial attachments or a possessing entity. So now, I have two psychics–who don’t know one another–claiming I’m having alien interferences in my personal life. I then confess to her my dream alien-military-space craft over my house. She said they DO interact with me at night. Still, there’s nothing to fear because the war-like military presence was how they operated–very hierarchal and organized. She said I was psychically picking up on their scout ship–what were they scouting for? Psychic humans like myself to recruit and control? She, like Juelle and The Council, also told me I’m psychic, and she knew I was a healer; however, Juelle said “they” couldn’t have someone like me that “open” because it scares them, and they kill when they are scared.

If I’m an abductee, then how long have they interacted with me? It’s starting to make me think some dreams aren’t just dreams after seeing people in dreams appear to me later in life. It’s like destroying my reality, comfort, and simplified worldview. The experience has forced me to activate hidden abilities and adjust to a new norm as a psychic healer.

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