posted on Nov, 12 2014 @ 11:44 PM
When i was younger, I had a series of dreams for about 4 years in a row. I've posted about some of these and talked about others.
From the replies, I seem to have struck a nerve with some people and ignited a spark of recognition in others.
Yes I'm crazy, none of those dreams could have possibly had anything to do with reality, this is the internet and I want attention, so on and so
MY question to skeptics of my dreams and experiences
Why is it that you think I'd care about what random strangers think about me? Why do you think I would seek validation on ATS of all places?
Is there maybe a possibility that truth is stranger than fiction? Well, enough of that, on to the juicy part
So as best as I can recall today, the dream went something like this
I start off in my dream in my house. I am looking down on my body while it's in my bed. I float up to my attic and there's someone up there.
They seem to be going through my things, so I go closer to see what they're doing.
They're frigging taking my books and touching mah things! And what's this... They're replacing them with books and things that look exactly alike.
Only they aren't, they've had some sort of detail changed.
The books were none other than the Bearenstein/stain Bears! They were taking my Bearenstein books and replacing them with Bearenstain books. They also
took my first pottery project that I made and changing the inscription from "To Mom, From ***", to "With love to Mom, from ***
I made that thread because the Bearenstein Bears was the first book I ever read from start to finish. My mom was so proud that I could read books that
were normally read by third graders, when i was 6 and in the first grade. I'll never forget that moment of being able to read. That memory will never
I was then transported to several libraries and other attics where someone was doing the same thing while everyone was sleeping.
But only to people born between 1978 and 1998. And to people who had a NDE or near death experience at a young age.
I don't know how that information came to me but it did.
I got curious as to why a group of people would go through that much effort for a trivial thing. I learned that we live in a matrix governed by
"guardians" and we are the "protected"
These types of guardians are as follows
And we are bees. Some are bumblebees, some are honey bees, and some are worker bees. Now bear with me for a little longer.
Wasps are normal people that have been programmed from a young age to watch for deviations and correct them. These are the parents of the people who
had NDEs or "keepers"
Yellowjackets are people that know that something has been changed in them but don't really care because they're rich and powerful. These are
politicians, leaders in the military industrial complex, and captains of industry like bankers or CEOs. They step in when the wasps aren't enough to
quiet down the bees and the keepers.
The hornets are the worst though. They know what it is that's wrong with them and work to keep it that way. They know what morality is but they just
don't care. They were the ones changing the books in my dream/OBE.
They're also the ones that control the bees, the yellowjackets, and the keepers. They have access to technology we can't even imagine seeing. They
have the ability to manipulate events in the timelines of keepers. They are EVERYWHERE. They are teachers, soldiers, doctors, politicians, homeless
people, and everything in between. They'll have 2.3 kids, a dog and a cat, a loving mindless wife or husband, a mortgage and wil APPEAR to be normal.
They are not. They lack the spark of the human soul because they are not human. They are a species of humans not of this universe. They were kicked
out of their old universes because of their lack of cooperation and morality.
These keepers were originally that ones who controlled everything and basically, made everything work. When they ruled, there was no forced poverty or
hate based on appearance. But they grew tired of managing everything and decided to outsource the work to the hornets. The hornets promised the moon
and the keepers, being intrinsically naive and kind, took them at their word.
But the hornets had lied and as soon as they had the power, they set about destroying everything the keepers had set up, out of spite. They feed off
of misery and chaos. They stripped the keepers of all their powers and gave them to the yellowjackets and wasps.
I woke up and felt extremely odd. SO I stormed upstairs with my cut down 12 gauge and what did you know, my books were not were I had left them and
the titles were indeed changed. I started freaking out and called my buddies up to tell them to check their attics or storage spaces for childhood
mementos. They too noticed that there was something not quite right with their mementos.
I went to school the next day and told everyone I knew to check their childhood mementos. Over the following week only about 1 in 10 students didn't
notice anything wrong. They were freaking out, to the point where classes were being stopped due to non attendance or "insubordination"
I was pretty popular at that point, for the first time in my life. I still don't understand normal social interaction but I can sure fake it well
enough, so middle school was a breeze. People started hanging out with me more and more after that until one day a certain boy invited me to a party
along with a lot of my friends. Something happened at that party that my brain refuses to have anything to do with. I keep getting shivers trying to
remember the details. It was probably a dream. I hope. :C
It was in the middle of nowhere and there was no way that his parents should have been able to afford it, seeing how the kid was getting free lunch at
my school and you only got that if your family income was less than 43 grand a year. This house had a pool and floor to ceiling windows everywhere. It
was easily a house worth millions and very very new. I asked the kid where his parents were and he said "out of town". Me wanting to get drunk and
do some rails of coke, did not care. So the party is in full swing when I notice a boot. A military 8 inch boot. Sitting on the roof above the
At that point, I had made some bad decisions and hung out with a lot of criminals, so I was noticeably freaking out about there being a raid at a
party with hard drugs and underage drinking. I start subtly notifying my friends that cops were around. Little did I know...
They weren't cops. The kid was a hornet in making and the people with him were yellowjackets. Or this never happened. I don't care and I don't want
My friends were all packing heat and armor because again, #ty decisions meant hanging with felons or people who would shoot you for looking at them
wrong. I was also packing heat because I didn't like getting jumped by 5 dudes for being the wrong skin color.
They notice the boot on the roof as well. We all start becoming noticeably upset until the party host spoke up. "What's wrong guys, aren't you
having a good time?" And he said this really really flat and shallow with no emotion, louder than he needed to.
This is where things get fuzzy. I remember most of us saying yeah, this is fun but my best buddy wasn't having any of that. He didn't speak at all,
he just started looking everywhere. cont.