Date: 21-08-2022
Tonight I dreamt very intensely about an all out attack. The dream started in Amersfoort, which was also De Veen. My wife D and I were meeting up in secret with other people from the resistance. The Netherlands were occupied territory by some foe, I do not know which, but it was WEF planned. Things had not become overly sour; it would still have been possible to go over the border into Spain for example. But the signs were there the establishment was working on a way to stop that fast.
We sat down at a table with some guy high up in the resistance and his wife. She was mute through almost all of the conversation. D and I were talking about living where we live and how we think we’ll be able to build a living for ourselves staying here while the regime tightens its grip. He talked about wanting to move into a house. Migration was an option but he would rather build his family in NL. We discussed the pros and cons.
Then the conversation took a different turn. We talked in depth about the regime and the things that lead up to it. He mentioned an alien influence, and he had proof. In the back of my mind I thought I did not know if I could really trust him. He talked about helping in on a plan to expose them. Somehow what he explained to me allowed me access to what he was doing in his mind.
We devised a plan to make it look like they were having a problem on a mining facility on an asteroid. And we did. We engaged several alarms in a certain order to make it look like a cascade event of sorts had happened. It forced their hand. They had to relocate some ships and assets to deal with a catastrophe at the mine and its repercussions. This meant we got to see the location of many small hidden ships which location we were then able to strike using one of their weapon platform satellites. We would attack the location, but couldn’t target the ships because those were cloaked, even for the alien tech. But if the ships hadn’t moved yet, we were sure they would be hit, and we had responded quite fast. There was every reason to assume we hit at least some, probably most.
A panic ensued through their mainframe. They feared they had an insider. An informant. Distrust spread through their system within minutes and they were forced to initiate their endgame prematurely. Over Australia, an enormous cloud turned into a ship. It was their mothership. It was incredibly large, beyond human understanding. Miles and miles wide, dish shaped, but not at all featureless. There were valves, doors, exhausts, and all kinds of other features, mostly along the edge of the dish. It moved onto its side, so that its length would stretch from the surface of the Earth on one end and space on the other.
A door opened on the Earth facing side. It looked like a mechanical giant dragon head which opened its mouth. People yelled and screamed in disbelieve, unable to process what was happening right in front of their eyes. A bright white beam of light was emitted through the opening and a swarm of small flying vehicles exited the craft through this door. The whole thing resembled an evil beast opening its mouth and puking its evil offspring out onto the planet. The swarm of small flying vehicles appeared to be fighter drones, armed to the teeth. Every inch on each drone was a weapon. Thousands emerged. Then the ship took off up into the sky.
I don’t remember how it continued.
