I dreamed I was in the backyard of a house and several of us were sitting at a picnic table a lot like the one I have.  The neighbor hood was laid out in a rectangular grid (unlike here) but looked a lot like Texas.

Weather began to look threatening and some swirling in the clouds from the direction of the front yard and I spotted a deep blue tornado coming straight for us in a north east direction.  

I was fascinated by the color as I’ve never seen a deep blue vertically striped tornado before and I yell to heather I’m going to check it out. She begins chuckling and I think it’s because she thinks I’m nuts for going towards the tornado.  

There’s an empty pasture in front of the house and the tornado slows down,  and I see these spinning deep blue pyramids stacked up vertically.  Begin to slow down, first it’s two smaller ones and they drop this side of the barbed wire, two deep blue gel like pyramids land next to each other. The gel sublimated and is gone, there’s two packages one is marked power unit, the other marked water creation. The packaging material is the stuff gallon milk jugs are made from and easily recycled plastic. 

In the field several more blue pyramids drop (4 or 5).  The gel vanishes. The two largest blue gel pyramids are a temporary landing pod with beings in them, 5 to a landing pod, same construction as the other “crates” but for human shaped beings. I jump into the field and out of the one pod is a dark haired woman slightly shorter than me, she shakes hands, and I feel the energy and say to myself “definitely Pleiadian!” She introduces herself (I don’t remember her name) and smiles and in a very business like way begins setting up the equipment with her team for us.  There were very professional and friendly. 

This is some sort of relief service they are providing.  We are all very excited about all this and Heather gives me a wink like she knew it was coming but didn’t want to spoil the surprise. 

It also felt like one of the crates was a replicator but I didn’t see the label as I woke up after shaking hands with the Pleiadian woman. 

How Our Dreams Prepare Us to Face Our Fears

(Science Daily) Do bad dreams serve a real purpose? To answer this question, researchers from the University of Geneva (UNIGE) and University Hospitals of Geneva (HUG), Switzerland, — working in collaboration with the University of Wisconsin (USA) — analysed the dreams of a number of people and identified which areas of the brain were activated when they experienced fear in their dreams. They found that once the individuals woke up, the brain areas responsible for controlling emotions responded to fear-inducing situations much more effectively. These results, which are published in the journal Human Brain Mapping, demonstrate that dreams help us react better to frightening situations, thereby paving the way for new dream-based therapeutic methods for combating anxiety.

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Misc Conversation and an Afternoon Dream of First Contact

—–Patterson, Denice on 6/4/2019 4:36 AM wrote:
> Fully awake. Eyes closed. Screens on. Saw the inside of an institutional bldg. Beige cinderblock walls. Flat white tile floors, what little furniture was stacked in the hallway. I was facing a locked metal exterior door, fire exit, then turned right. Entered a large room. Same decor. A few more chairs and a table or two all pushed to the walls for floor waxing? Felt like a family visiting room. A few windows, but high up. The vibe was, it is being emptied and cleaned. Your hotel?

Love you!!


Heather wrote back:

yes…exactly…very accurate details, denice…all the way to the stacked furniture for buffing in the lobbies/visiting room!

well done 🙂

love you!

Martha to Denice: Impressive!

Martha: I spent most of my day funeraling. Service, graveside, to the old country church for a meal. Cousins by dozens. Came home and fell asleep. A detailed dream about the church I grew up in (different one) and it had been made a daycare/school. Since my car was locked in their parking unaccountably, I told them the church building history.

Martha: Today there was much talk of Jean being so very down to earth and just rolling with whatever happened. And her family did just this. No tears. Lots of hugs. A big family. It was beautiful.

Denice: oh beautiful! That is a tribute!

Martha: On the way to the cemetery, we drove through the hardest hit tornado area. Heartbreaking. Houses leveled to fields of rubble. They had drug trees and junk to a pile and were burning it. But Jean would have loved seeing it because it’s part of life.

Denice: ??

Martha: ? 

Denice: Yes, there is something to be said about LIVING and being. and doing. I am feeling now how very unique this human experience must seem to those on the ‘outside’

Martha: Yes indeed. I was aware the ceremony today was watched and under examination.
Denice: perfect!
Martha: Just the fact we view death as final and mourn is astounding to them. Visible evidence of how blind we are to All.  And evidence of how deeply programmed we are.
Denice: yes! but reverse the roles? Interesting prospect for a new perspective from the ‘galactic viewpoint’ 🙂
Martha: What do you mean?
Denice: I mean, them really, really experiencing pain and grief at perceived ‘loss’. . .the true human experience. Live. love. grieve. maybe they would jump in sooner, if they truly knew and felt how difficult it is?
Martha: Yes. I got you. And yes, a huge learning experience for them.  Our role – to experience what couldn’t be fathomed on the other side of the fence and to bring that Home.
Denice: oh, yes!  ‘what couldn’t be fathomed’ precisely!

Martha: Only understood by living it.

Denice: and ‘dying it’ 
Martha: Yes.
Denice: (bow) thanks! another new feeling flowing ? A big warm hug for you, Martha! ??
Martha: Yes indeed. Me too. I’ll be thinking on this.  Right back at you!
Denice: try your screens! they are ‘on’ when you are ready!
Martha: We are perhaps brave warriors after all.
Denice: and “you know who” is in his big chair ?? [Denice is referring to Jai]

Martha: I will start watching. Oh that chair. Lol. You know he said I picked it. Lol. The pipe smoking chair. For reading, music and pondering.

Denice: beautiful!!!
Martha: Thanks! I will look toward the screens as often as possible.  Have a wonderful evening. ??
Denice: ? 
Terran to Denice: Congrats Denice! [on the screens activating. Denice’s abilities had shut down for a bit with this new influx of energies] 
Terran: I am feeling really tired, getting called to lay down. Haven’t heard from H in days. But I feel her at moments.  (I laid down around 3:30 PM didn’t wake till about 1 AM body was really out of sorts… I went next door and borrowed Bev’s red and near infrared LED light to balance my body before drifting off to sleep)

Terran: Weird stuff going on in this house. Bedroom door half closed this AM.

Terran: Just heard some sounds that sounded vaguely like an old transistor radio with an AM radio station on it… Couldn’t locate the source.

5:03 PM

Martha: I’m seeing many posts in fb about people seeing people around them in their true form. Elves, aliens (not specific), etc. and glitches like cars changing or disappearing. All in recent days.

5:04 PM

Denice: Today, I am seeing people in their original form. . . (whew)

Martha: You mean human?

Denice: yes, facades were dropped today. . .

5/5/19 1:03 AM CST

Skye: I quite definitely felt a tap on the shoulder yesterday..: looked around, no one there ?

Skye: And talking of people ‘dying’… in the last few months 4 climbers I know have died! 1 on Mount Everest two weeks ago – he was found dead in his tent at 7000 metres cause of death unknown; one this last week in the Indian himalaya in a big avalanche; one in a climbing accident in Scotland a few months ago and 1 of illness 3 weeks ago!

Martha: I just this moment jolted awake realizing the car I was driving in Dreamtime had suddenly lost headlights and engine stopped, and the sky was turning orange.

Skye: sounds interesting!

Martha: Oh my. That’s a lot of loss.

Skye: Yes. I had known 3 of them for 30 years

Martha: ??loss or change of form.

Skye: Hard for their families who don’t know it’s not the end… but even so it’s hard when they leave the physical- for all of us

Martha: Yes indeed. We miss them.

5/5/19 1:52 AM

Terran: Cars often lose their power in the presence of ET ships

Terran: Hi Skye!

Skye: ?

Martha: “Cars often lose their power in the presence of ET ships”

Yes, it was yet another arrival dream, I think. I was a bit frustrated at the car stopping in the road instead of being able to pull over, but then realized no one else would be moving. I’d decided to just get on with it, as it was clear something was about to happen. I’d opened the car door to get out, and then woke up. And then heard Skype bloop. Lol.

5/5/19  3:30PM

Terran: Laid down for a nap after my weird night of sleep last night… my feet felt heavy…

Terran: I had a dream the first official contact was with the Fun-kins I turned to Denice and said “who are the Fun-kins?” Apparently in the dream they are a Nordic race… that we knew nothing about…

Which prompted a childhood memory of Denice’s:

Denice: Funkins! I know them! Don’t know how I do. I feel it. . . .the name is familiar. . .and it is from my preschool years. .. 1970 – 1972. I started kindergarten in ’72.

Denice: here is what I have for you: the name is from this side. . .earth kids named them that. . .
kind, curious, soft, smell like baby powder or baby oil, gentle. . .perhaps even squeaky?
blue eyes. . .pale white ‘skin’/’form’

Denice: they are from “TAURIUS 6”. ??

Terran Note: there appears to have been a toy called “Funkins” a few years back. Art imitating life in the Universe?  We’ll see where this goes…Its odd that Me, Denice and Martha got a hit on the Funkins in our internal codexes. 

Denice’s Dream 1/8/2018

Had an amazing experience just before waking at 6:15 am.  I was holding a baby boy. about 4 months old. dark hair and eyes, a black and white striped onesie. 

He was talking to me! I realized it was not just telepathy, it was heart based. He was goooing and gahing, but I got what it meant!

So I asked him some questions. . .the gist of which is Humans are MAGNIFICENT!

I asked him what his favorite location was, and wasn’t it more magnificent to be formless?

He said no. this is THE place to be NOW.  It is really happening and he is here because it is where it is all merging!

Woke up feeling amazing!

A September Dream About a Russian Incident, and a Visit to a Commerce Realm

This was a series of dream that got misplaced during the time I moved from Portland to Colorado.  Precise date of this is not known, sometime between mid September and early October 2018.  I have quite a few notes yet to publish.

Emailed to Denice:

First dream:

I had a dream I was in a city. There was a multi story building made of dark red brick was a hotel of some sort.  I was with a woman don’t know if it was Heather or my ex-wife.  Felt like Heather but I think the dream flipped between the two.

There were odd rooms and windows in the place and parts of the hotel seemed shut down, but had a feeling of being protected. 

There was some commotion in the back I look out the back and I see men in reddish rubber suits with Russian writing on them. Kind of like a scuba suit but I think more hazmat. 

I got the feeling whatever gas they had with them killed them. They were of mal-intent. And someone (one of their own) was dragging the bodies away to get rid of them . There were tens of them.

No confirmation data found in public domain. I don’t know exactly what this was about.

Second dream:

Scene changed I’m walking down a street with a new friend. Again a city but coastal near the beach, scenery looks hyper real but with more intense colors.   This ship zooms over …it’s made of very very shiny silver colored metal.

I wave at it and it circles around and it’s aware of me. I go to the beach and now the ship had a kind of swallow bird  like tail on one end deployed. Somehow I’m on the ship but it’s more like being absorbed than beaming into it.  There’s a half dozen of us, they ask us all if we really intended to get on, it’s not an abduction and we all nod.  The leader is an older guy with a diplomat feel. There’s a character actor in Hollywood that looks just like him.  There isn’t enough seats so the diplomat sits on my lap which is weird.

We go to their world and it’s beautiful, but appears to be a colony. The ship kind of just settles dimensionally into a house and we find ourselves in chairs and couches.  The diplomat and I walk thru the colony and it is indeed impressive as to the trees they planted and the architecture. But after a while of walking I notice it seems to be inside a huge crater.  The man says to me almost pleading “you are the only one who understands what we are trying to do here!  This is what our (he says “our” not “my”) taxes have built… (and he points all around in a bit of pride… )“  

I realize at this point I’m not with the amigos but in some unknown universal commerce realm were money and taxes are just considered facts of life. 

The scene fades but I sense I’m still being observed…  I say to the unseen observers “Show yourselves I won’t harm you, I come only in pure love “ the scene is black and these iridescent colors like oil on water emerge from the black and these black iridescent octopus emerge with iridescent eyes and suckers on their limbs and then I wake up…,

December 17, 2018

I’m wondering at this stage if this was a preliminary dream about “The Domain”???  I still don’t have a good working defintion of what this group or realm is… but this was posted today on Twitter by the same account that brought up the term “The Domain”. 

We (me, Heather and others) have been saying for sometime that Bitcoin had been captured by the US Treasury and the Bank of England by 2014 and perhaps even earlier.  We also previously stated that block chain was an off world commerce ledger and exchange system integral to galactic commerce contracts.

A Dream – An Awkward First Official Contact 11/14/18

Dream 11/14/18

I had a dream about an unknown shy new race of human like beings.

For their first contact mission they sent about 25 beings who had chronic health issues. One quite startled me, she had been in a horrible accident and her spine up to her cranial case had been replaced with a shiny metallic spine with only a small portion of skin connecting torso and head. It was like she was one of the “terminators” from the Hollywood movies. The others had a range of health issues most of them chronic.

This race had heard of the violent history of humanity and decided to use these volunteers as a test case of earth compassion, before sending healthy able bodied beings. These seem to be volunteers who felt they had “nothing to lose”.

The scene was quite a dilemma for those of us on Earth, still in a profit driven health care system, only newly released from Draco/Dragon empire control. And it exposed how awful we treat our own chronically sick people in our health care systems.

It was done more out fear of their best being violently harmed, and we have quite a reputation in that regard. Yet it was felt as rubbing our noses in our own shortcomings and had the effect of shaming humanity. An awkward moment for all.

My thoughts were this was not the way to do first OFFICIAL contact (there has always been ET contact with earth covertly). At least not until REAL undisclosed healing tech is made available on the planet.

A Dream: Value Access Cards

Photoshopped Depiction

November 13, 2018

Had a dream I was in a city something like Seattle. I met Max Keiser and Stacey Herbert they had an office in an art gallery. We were talking about money.

I leave and buy a homeless man some shoes. At some point I realize I lost my wallet and car keys… and I get worried.

I see the homeless guy ahead and follow him and end up scaling this cliff and lose my shoes in the process.

I meet many homeless people and this odd black man that looked like the Universal I met in the DC courtroom. He gives me some shoes to replace the ones I lost on the climb up the cliff. He’s feeding homeless people and giving them things like clothes. He seemed to be connected to Habitat for Humanity in some kind of homeless outreach program.

He gives me this 3 foot round thing about 6 feet high, says it’s a heater to keep warm (it’s cold and damp out) he said it was once used to “condition” motorcycles (I have no idea what that means). It did put out heat, but it also was shooting flames out the bottom and was about to launch itself… it was kind of coming off the ground at moments and making dangerous sounds… I reach in the back and turn off a valve before everyone gets killed.

The story of me buying the homeless man shoes circulates and the black man is all smiles and says looking at all the homeless people “I’m gonna marry your collective mother and give you all American Express Cards!” General celebration breaks out in the homeless camp.

I got the sense these were value access American Express cards not credit cards.