reply to post by rebellender
I have had dreams, all my life. In childhood, odd things like Nazi's when I really didn't know much about them, and family involved, danger, looking
for something I kept dreaming about, around town but there was nothing like this, and then memories of those tubes flash in in daytime, and of course
we've had sitings and more, son missing time even. When slivers widen in the memories, more panic, for days, like post traumatic stress syndrome.
Something with kids, a program.
Also, in the RV attempt when I got pulled to view my friends abduction and ended up there, and interacting with a grey, who wouldn't let me near my
friend but told me a bit. And I asked where they came from, and he showed me the craft leaving a base on the moon. Then, a few days, each night,
tagged and intimidated by this same being, who was not happy at all that I had done this. Then I knew, that day, knew, we were on their list, and
tried to stay up. The covers moved while going to sleep and a mind met mine, and asked if I wanted to be awake for this. I chose sleep. I had a
huge chunk out of my foot and a big burn under my arm, and some glimpses of memories. My son, up in the night, went to watch TV, one of his shows,
and got confused, spun around in a circle, was facing the xbox with the show over. An hour was gone. My friend, who started all of this, wrote in
the morning to share his missing time. And he also had wounds.
There is already a program there, but I don't know what footing its really on. Also dark side of the moon, really strikes me as the shadow side of
I don't like the moon, only once in a while is the night sky so beautiful that I feel OK about it up there. But the reflective side is more positive
feeling to me.
Oddly enough, my friend wanted me to do more attempts to RV this and was upset I chose sleep. I tried to explain, its not SAFE. And also, what
primal fear is like. No, that is endangerment.
Now I'm not really really quick to judge. For all I know that burn under my arm could have been something to save me. I don't know.
But there is nothing nice about being in that situation.
Also in the memories afterwards, we met with a larger craft, more like a huge station, with additions added, not attractive looking by any means, and
saw my son in a chair akin to a high tech device with something on his head, wired in. Just glimpses of various things.
I can't stand the moon. I can't stand any military programs or things happening in that area. My feelings are, would rather be in a big team
arresting them all and cleaning that up.
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