December 15 Dream

Jeff, Ryan, and I were in our house where Randall hall was; such that the front door opened east. I was looking out the front windows occasionally and we were talking something fairly important. The subject turned to tornadoes as I looked outside and saw a silhouetted tornado against a sunset sky. I told them about it and they didn’t really believe me. I went outside for a better view. I looked around and it was like a cloud city and our house had a much larger front porch held up by the same column that held up our house. The tornado seemed to be coming from the top of a large slow-flying ship and large antenna on top. Viewing the ship it flew in a direction towards my 8 o’clock with the tornado staying on top of it. As it went the tornado faded away and when Ryan and Jeff came out it had completely disappeared, we all watched the ship go around the side of the house. I took the path from the residence halls to follow it (how they really are laid out). But I didn’t take the most direct path looking back at it. Once I was on this path we were no longer in a cloud city, everything was laid out as the residence halls really are.

Before I turned the corner to see the ship I was lifted forward by a force on my neck; not in an unpleasant way. Floating along slowly in the direction of the ship, my toes just barely drug along the top of the snow. I’m not sure if I was the one making myself float or not. While floating I was wondering if Jeff and Ryan were looking, and if they were what they were thinking.

Just after turning the corner of the building I was flipped around in the air and hit the ground. I thought about them watching me and how they would never know what really just happened. I started giggling and rolling around because they would never know. I landed on an inflatable mattress. Ryan came over and grabbed the big toe of my right foot. His hand was amazingly warm, maybe ~100 degrees Fahrenheit. We talked for a while and I might have mentioned aliens but all the while he kept holding my toe. I finally said something about it and he let go. I noticed the M displaying an 8, as it does near the end of school, but it wasn’t in the right place. It appeared to be coming from the base of White Ranch open space. The 8 appeared at the base of the mountain the ship would have hit. I told Ryan it was in the wrong spot, as the real M should be on Zion, on which, there was nothing.

The white 8 turned red. Ryan and I just sat there watching it, sitting on the mattress. It then changed into a picture show, displaying around one per second. The pictures took up my entire field of view. I seemed to know why all of the pictures were in the show without ever having seen them before. So I told Ryan what each one stood for as it came up, so he would understand. I wish I could remember what I had said during this part of the dream; I think it was the point. In the first few slides was a black and white old style rotary two piece phone. I said, continuing my ramble, “The phone is symbolic of the servant.” It kept changing and I kept talking. For some reason this is the only one I remember but all the things I said were along that line. I knew the images were far away but they were all I could see.

The moment the pictures stopped I got a call. I showed Ryan it was ringing as if I had something to prove. The contact came up, “Carl” and I thought it was Karl S. one of Phillip’s old friends. I didn’t think about the spelling difference at the time. I answered and Carl/Karl said, “Hey this must be about the…” Interrupting and speaking very quickly I said, “aliens because there is no way you could have called me that fast after the slideshow.” He said nothing, I think he was shocked. Sometime later another voice came on. I thought it was his younger brother or something. (But Karl doesn’t have a brother) The voice and I talked for a bit, exchanging pleasantries and whatnot. Inside the house I was pacing around talking to him. His voice was soft and I guessed he was around 9 years old. He eventually said, “You’re a good person Michael.” I said, “Thanks” and waited as if it was time for him to tell me why he called. Around five seconds later I thought to myself that I was talking to the aliens. The dream then ended suddenly. Those were the only lines of dialogue I could recall upon awakening.

Yep. The whole thing had an important feel about it. Upon awakening I just lay there for around ten minutes. It was too dark at 6:00a to write it down it bed, so I took it downstairs to write it up.

Peace -- Mike