Date: 19-11-2021
Last night I dreamt I was walking with D somewhere on a dike, not near our house but far away some unknown place. Maybe we were on a holiday? It was dark, so evening or nighttime. I think it was autumn or winter, cause it was chilly outside, and we were dressed in thick clothes. At one point during our walk we saw small lights in the distance through the treeline. They moved back and forth, disappearing shortly and suddenly reappearing again a few times. There was no audible sound, so it wasn’t a helicopter. Curious, we both picked up the pace to check out what this was. When we got closer the lights suddenly disappeared and didn’t return. We kept walking along the dike, which ended near a road perpendicular to the dike. On the other side of the road was a small flat field of grass, surrounded by pollard willows. We crossed the road. There were no cars anywhere nearby that we could see or hear. As we crossed the road and walked onto the grass we looked back to the dike we had been following. Now we noticed there was a small primary school next to the dike.
I recalled that place from a documentary I had seen about an UFO landing near a school, and told D about it. I detailed the UFO landing of that documentary, but she didn’t seem interested in hearing the story. Suddenly the lights from before appeared overhead. We could now clearly make out the outlines of what was unmistakably a large flying disc. The disc moved fast, making random left and right turns, still without producing a single sound. I recognised these motions from the description by the children in the documentary, so I started making predictions of its next move to D. She looked with amazement and said to me: “I’d rather discover myself where it will go next.” She didn’t want me to spoil it. I kept my mouth shut and kept watching the object with her, as it never ventured far from us. But then I suddenly realised the documentary had also detailed an abduction, and before I could say or doing anything, it suddenly moved closer to us until it was straight above us, and from its centre emanated a pinkish purple beam of light, accompanied by a mist or a shroud of plasma of the same colour. It ‘sucked’ us up into the craft.
I literally remember nothing of what happened inside the craft, while I am absolutely certain there were memories. There is a literal blanc in this part of the dream. We were in the craft for some time. The dream memories pick up again from me and D waking up on the grass where the craft had ‘abducted’ us. The sun was up, and it was no longer cold at all. It was rather warm. We were wearing different clothes, too. Summer clothes. We asked a passer-by what today’s date was. I do not recall which date he said it was, but I knew that in the dream it meant half a year had now passed. We walked back. I’m not sure where ‘back’ was at. While we walked, we were both quiet. Maybe it was even a bit uncomfortably quiet. As we walked on I pondered whether or not I would meditate later on and ask my guides to give me back the memories of our abduction, cause I was still unsure if I wanted to know. I wasn’t sure whether these had been enlightened aliens, or the evil type. Maybe it was better if I didn’t remember this? But I couldn’t let it go. Another thing that was bothering me was that I was afraid if I focussed my mind on the word ‘aliens’ too much I would start tainting the suppressed memories with a false sense of positive or negative annotations.
