First Contact?

I am in a building that is made all of glass except for the floor. The ceiling slants, and the skies above us are so blue and filled with clouds. There are people everywhere, and we are panicked. There is something coming, and we are trying to figure out, where to hide, where to go. We call it the Borialis, and I know it is not the northern lights dancing in the sky, but instead, a ship entering the dimension from somewhere else. It is here. It is time. It is happening, and we do not know what to expect. I am in complete human form, filled with fear and the urge to run.

But there is nowhere for us to go. And time has run out. The building is rumbling. The ground is shaking. I understand that I will die when the glass shatters on top of us. I move my body into the fetal position, preparing for it. The ground is shaking and screaming now. I am numb inside, neither peaceful nor fearful in this instant. I am just braced. It’s coming, and I wait. I cannot help but move my head to the side to look. maybe I can avoid any thick pieces of glass that would spear through my body.

It is moving over the top of us. I shout “OMG!” and everyone looks up. There are so many of us, all hunched over trying to shield our bodies from the collapsing glass, but the glass never breaks. We are stone still gazing at what is passing over the top of us.

There is a massive ship passing slowly over the top of the building.  The roof of our building is in a lopsided triangle shape with the glass ceiling tilting up to a high point above us. The ship is so incredibly low, as if there would be only a few inches between it’s bottom and the glass. It’s moving too slow, and I am sure it will collapse in on us. We are breathless, staring up. It is round like the largest rocket I have ever seen. It keeps going and going over us as long as a train, as if it will never end. It is dark cobalt blue, and each section is banded by the shiniest platinum silver I’ve ever seen. I am mesmerized by its movement. The blue is so brilliant it’s almost as if it is infused with glitter. It is both beautiful and frightening. It’s power wraps around me.  Yet I am aware that it is going to land and in the wake of its landing, the building will crumble.

Suddenly time speeds up, and the ship has landed far off in the distance. We can no longer see it, but where it has landed there are masses smoke and clouds billowing up into the sky. We are piling out of the building to see, but it is much too far off, miles and miles away as if we are viewing the remains of a city that has been bombed.

Planet Pakistan

I am on an airplane full of people. We are going to another planet. It is called Pakistan. We fly through a bright dimensional hole and land, upside down beneath a pod that looks somewhat like a roller coaster. The plane is huge, a 747.

We get off the plane and head into the city where we have opened up a BDSM sex club. We are helping women there leave their oppressive state, and I will be teaching as many as I can how to drive.

I am now in the body of the wife of the village leader. I am trying to talk to my husband. My head is down and my face is covered and I am afraid I will anger him. I don’t know why I am needing to speak with him, but I am waiting at the door for him to allow me to enter the room.

I am back in my own body now, and they are coming for us, the men of the planet Pakistan. they plan to kill us for opening what they call a whore house. We are scrambling to get our things so we can make it back to the plane.

I am holding two puppies, and someone is holding the other one. We are in line to board the plane. I don’t want to leave, but I also, don’t want to die. We have gathered as many women as we can to get on the plane.

I think I left and came back. I can’t seem to stay away from this planet. I am back inside of the sex club. I am with a black woman and another man. We are setting up computers to restart our project.

I am in bed now with a female friend. She is trying to have sex with me, but I am feigning sleep. I realize, though, that there is a mirror on the wall, and she can see my face, knowing that I’m not really asleep because my eyes are open.

I’m in a room now with a crying girl. She is very upset that someone has stolen her boots. They are the only thing she has left from her dead mother. She is distraught, weeping intensely, lamenting the loss of her heirloom. I am determined to find her boots.

I walk through the city entering shops, inspecting people’s feet. Finally, I enter a shoe store, and there in the store, is a girl, wearing the black, high heeled boots. It takes me an hour to negotiate the return of the stolen shoes.  I am happy to have been able to win the negotiation, and I carry the shoes proudly  back to the club to return to the sad girl.

The Bar

I am standing behind a bar.  I cannot see myself.  I can’t tell exactly what I’m doing, but I might be dancing or even posing for pictures.   I am swaying my hips seductively, moving and pausing occasionally   Directly in front of me, seated at the bar, is a shadow man wearing a suit and a hat.  I cannot make out his features or the color of his suit.  I cannot see his face.  He is an outline, mostly colored white, sitting quietly with his head tilted down as if he’s staring at the bar.  His presence is strong.  I do not feel frightened by him.  Only curious.

A woman slides into the seat next to the man.  It positions her directly in front of me.  She has some kind of cloth covering her head, like a hijab.  It is multi colored, and I can only see her face. She is watching me, emotionless.

I am staring at her skin.  I have never seen anything like it.  It is as if a layer of soft, young skin is almost infused over old skin, like a veil that reveals both the old and young layer.  Her eyes are staring at me, and I am fixated on her skin.  Suddenly, I realize she is someone I know.  She is a woman from my past who did not have good intent with me.  She speaks to me with her mind, her lips pressed tightly together.

“Well, I see you made good use of the ass popping I taught you.”  She says through her eyes.

I am instantly infuriated.  How dare she take credit for my moves, like I didn’t know how to pop my ass before she met me.  Hmmmpphhh

She stands up with a haughty smile spread across her face.  I want to punch her square in the nose.  Conceited bitch.

Destruction and the Hair Salon

ImageI’m on the top floor of a high rise in downtown Tacoma, WA.  It is surrounded by windows. It is a beauty salon.  There are various women in chairs getting their hair cut and colored.  We are all laughing with one another. There is a familiarity about our interaction.  We’ve been in this place many times before.  It is high end, and the decor is dark mahogany   I look down at my feet.  The floor is brown speckled marble.

My eyes look out the window taking in the scenery of the bay drifting past the buildings below us.  My eyes catch movement in the distance, and I look up.  On the horizon, where Seattle would be, I see a massive billowing cloud of black smoke.  It seems to be coming from the over the whole city.

Oh My God!” I scream.  “Seattle is on fire!”

The other girls come running over to the window.  We stand in a group looking out at the cloud of black smoke getting bigger and bigger.  My eyes falls down to the buildings below us.  They are crumbling and whatever is causing them to crumble is heading towards us swiftly.

We are all about to die.

The building immediately below us crumbles, and I know we are next.  I turn towards the middle of the room, and as the first shake of the force hits the building, a peace washes over me.  It is a peace I know is felt when one has accepted they are going to die.  I know this feeling.  The time is here.  There is no time to feel fearful.  I’ll be dead in the next instant. The building shakes, and as it begins to crumble beneath my feet, I speak.

“Tell them I love them.” I say.

and then I start awake.