My Infiltration Strengths and Weaknesses

Brief Dream recall, May 31st/June 1st 2014

I'm evading an MIB/Gargoyle-like pursuant atop a tower or castle. We are already hundreds of feet high. Darkness everywhere. I'm trying to get past him to the elevator that will take me to his boss. I hop about on the roofs of windows, and balconies. The available footing is slick stone work, angled, and limited, requiring a tremendous amount of courage and trust in my ability to move away from the grasp of my pursuer. He is quick. I will have to trick him in order to get to the elevator. I'm surprised by my acrobatics, driven by determination. I explain to the minor boss who guards the elevator why I need access, I must discuss a matter of great importance with the master. He doesn't care. His job is to keep uninvited guests out.

I dodge him in a series of quick jumps, hoping to confuse him before swinging myself into the elevator as the door is about to closed. Unfortunately he matches my skill and stops it from closing the very next split second I get into it. My plan is foiled. He will toss me to my death if he does not simply send me away for good. Either way, my effort was for naught. I begin to awake.

Next stage of my training? Brings up a good point. Why am I trying to force my way relying on agility or skill of cleverness. What always worked for me before? I gained access to ruling power by being a desirable companion. That is what I want to to do anyway, that holds all my skills. I keep thinking I need to gain access by what? Effort, pushiness, insistence about my idea and vision for change? Why, when I already have all I need. Is it wrong that I enjoy being a covert companion? What is that anyway? Someone who gets close to a dangerous target to retrieve secret information. That's dangerous in reality! And terrifying. Thing is, its not pretend. If I try to make it pretense, I don't believe myself and then have no idea what to do. Whereas if I perform as who I am, knowing I am a companion (job and personality) in heart and soul, then I do what I do naturally without second guessing.

Hoarding Supply Post-Disaster

June 1st/2nd 2014 Dream

Five of us, on a boat in the ocean, stranded. We've lost contact with the mainland, the coast guard. Is there any land? There had been a serious flooding. Our boat is overturning. We can't find one of our mates. Men and women. Below deck, I find a crewmate and help him regain consciousness. My breathing becomes labored. I can't breathe, why can't I breathe. I struggle to, but every breath is shallow with little oxygen content. Pulling in deeper only constricts my airway more. I tell the crew that has now joined us down below that I can't breathe. I'm starting to fade and I wonder if something in the air from the diaster has caused this. Will others start to show the same symptoms? Will this be what kills us, not the water? The storm outside is increasing its intensity. Waves are pouring water over the sides of the boat. Soon we will sink. Our attempts to radio our location seemed to fail. Connection was lost as we were transmitting our coordinates. The storm threw us so far away from safety...

"Introduction to Alien Races" Book Review: Connections to Eyewitness Reports, Part 1

(Originally published 5/29/14, Edited 8/18/14)

Summary: Brief explanation of book's origins; Comparisons between book's (Russian intelligence) descriptions and eyewitness report data in the US civilian sector about a few key species; Points of dispute and questions about validity of some assessments contained in species descriptions; Missing information and species; Civilian record expanded by details on well-known species with the release of this book; Blood Feeding races and connection to my parasite, reptilian, and vampire dreams. 

Recommended you open the pdf of the book itself for reference to the images of these different races.
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I haven't been more excited than when I found a working link to a pdf of this book. I am most interested in relationships with and between other races and our own. This is one of my greatest curiosities.

The man responsible for bringing this book into public scrutiny is Dante Santori, who met a Ukranian man named Petro in 2004. They became friends and started visiting each other's families. Eventually they went on a road trip to Portugal to visit Petro's father, a former Ukraine Diplomat. His father asked the two to clear out a room he wanted to convert into a guest bedroom. "We found about 58 boxes full of old documents and books.... Petro started reading/translating some of them and we realized that there was a lot of interesting, intriguing and even top-secret... documents! So we asked his father if we could keep the boxes for ourselves... he agreed..." (pg 5). Petro and Dante sorted through the material for weeks, until they came across a book originally dated 1951. "We called his father later that year and asked him about the book... and he filled in the missing information.... He said that he had received the book years before from one of his life-long diplomat friends and had been updating the book until recently [Dante made the book available in pdf format through Senior Editor Gordon Duff of Veteran's Today in 2013] with information that friends of his sent him, or when they would get together to talk about "old times" (pg 6).

Originally a briefing booklet for Russian agents, this book was meant to be added to and scribbled in by agents in their field work. The man who came into possession of it felt it to be important information that should be freely available, and so has provided it online first in video form, then as an electronic copy.

Programmed Desires

Topics: Cloaking technology; desires of the flesh; the Joker's representative species; exploring connection with others via physical contact and spirit; hybridization (nature is the laboratory).

Night of May 19 2014

I saw the Joker again, though I can't recall the context, only that my dream self wondered if he would appear, like I sensed his presence was relevant to what I was seeing. Lo and behold, he did, but I had to sift through other persons before he was in my line of sight. And I was still surprised to see him. Why was he here in this dream?

My question before bed was this: "Does the cloaking technology reduce the solidity of the object or simply camoflauge it?" In other words, if it were before me, and I reached out to its space, would my hand hit an invisible solid (like running into a glass door), or go through air with only perhaps a strange field in the area (unexplained anxiety, heat, tingling, cold)? Does the technology affect the molecular structure of the object its applied to? Or is it a matter of dimensional shifting? Different species mean different technologies, so I feel the need to clarify which. My answer: Any and all! But I suppose my true question is this:  "Are alien beings monitoring me at a close proximity?" Targeted radio waves, consciousness, telepathy. There are any number of possibilities for distant monitoring. I want to know how close they get. Close enough to touch? What reason would they have to come close though? How can I entice a close encounter with a guiding alien? (Specificity is highly important, as I've mentioned before.)

No answer came to me so far as I could tell. But perhaps it will become clearer.

I dreamed about having sex in my friend's parent's house. This house was large, full of collectibles, and was home to many friends of my friend, though not my friends. I took joy in defacing the room with a stranger's cum. As well, I felt shame, trying to be considerate despite my blatant disregard for their opinions. I felt slave to this need to contradict how they saw me, and their disapproval of sexual expression.

Welcoming a New Investigative Agent!

Prompted by a string of comments by people with their own Red Grid Marks, I have decided to bring aboard a partner to help me handle the caseload. Previously known as 'Michael' from my first case, Jordon has followed my work and become a valuable asset in dream experiments. Together, we are exploring the capabilities of spirit communication via dream signaling, contact, calling, and downloading (where we receive information about the other person). We've managed to transmit and receive cold calls from each other. Jordon will meditate on wanting to contact me before going to sleep, then check a day or two later if I received anything. I will channel information for him about his personal life, and report my readings.

Jordon came to me originally about the red grid that appeared on his back. He ended up trusting me with a secret that plagued his nights. A malevolent presence would invade his psychological space to rape, abuse, and absorb the energy of him feeling a lack of control. After a thorough background and history, and failed attempts to fight the presence, Jordon found success in unleashing his doubt to the possibility of astral flight. He found himself escaping the control of this being by conquering his fear and learning to levitate of his own accord.


We worked to generate a faith in something safe and loving that could aid him. His personal work was paying off. On one occasion where he again rose himself away from the beings imminent presence, Jordon saw the sky open up above him as if he had opened the map to the universe. A star shined and he believed it was my light standing out (April 20th, 2014 Dream; Interview April 24th).

Now, I have invited him to join me by following up on cases with me as an investigator. This is his coming out to embrace a mission we believe he could play a significant role for approaching changes in.

Welcome to the Team, Jordon!

The Unveiling

 "'...They use tornadoes to clean.' In that moment I recognized this was not some random act of nature, this was a deliberate effort by a living force with technology sophisticated and grand enough to induce a storm on an area that has never before been witnessed in human history." 

 -From Act 2 about launched tornadoes to cleanse an area

Foreward: A dream I've been waiting for. Nothing could have prepared me for the strangeness of some of the details. It compiled multiple topics of consideration I've meditated on for going on a year now.

Dream 4/17/14: First scene I remember is walking in a busy city with a few family members. Most people are walking about their daily tasks, but something is different. There's a change in the air of potentially global proportions, certainly something that affects our city and surrounding cities. Anomalies in the sky, in the clouds, sudden discolorations and movements that should not be there. Does anyone else see these oddities?

I pause from my group to stare hard at a section of the sky where symmetrical lines and circles outline what could be a large alien ship. The harder I concentrate, the more it takes shape until it completely becomes clear as though uncloaked at being caught. But the size I anticipated did not come close to its actual size. The mother ship filled half my line of sight in the sky. Massive. I turn quickly to my family. "Do you see that? Something is going on!"

The Space for Evil is White

I always feel the need to reiterate that for every dream or experience I post about, there are at least (nowadays) five others I do not. So only when the dream stands out and bothers my waking experience do I transcribe it to get it out of my head and into the world. Typically that is when it lingers in my mind with nudging urgency as if to say, "I should be told." Most of my dreams nowadays center on my efforts to begin a polyamorous lifestyle, showing me perspectives from those parties and families involved, and sorting out my concerns with new ideas and approaches. When a topic is able to rip through all that interference, it must be significant.

In this daytime dream from March 26th, 2014, catching a few zz's while my son slept, I dreamed I walked into the lair of a particular group of evil. It's a large space with low ceilings, previously a warehouse floor. It's white, everything is white, but the brightness is variable between inner spaces. One standing group will have a shadowy brightness, while another just a few feet to their right in the center of the room is lit with natural lighting.

I walk into this surprisingly white building with my dog on leash. Cartoonish white ice cream trucks are facing away from me, side by side against the back wall in anticipation of something to happen. Some scheme they had been planning for a long time was finally going to be hatched and they wanted front seats for the show. Their butts practically stuck up in the air above them with how intensely they watched crammed together at what looked to be me to be a solid wall. I couldn't figure out what they were looking at. The wall must have been transparent to them. My sense was they were watching unsuspecting humans going about their physical lives until they suddenly fell ill. I saw faceless people walking casually, and suddenly hold their stomachs and collapse to the ground. Some died, some were seriously ill. The animated trucks were peering into the physical world. They belonged to some fast food corporation.

Do Dreams Read and Retain Electrical Energy?

The brain may be able to tap into encountered electrical field. 

I've been fixing my car the last few weeks. The tail lights were out, the dashboard dials and lighting
stopped working, the airbag signal beeps incessantly once I close the door, and the starter began having trouble. Though the forums said replacing battery cables is an easy task, it was painstaking for me. I saved a bunch of money doing it my route, but still it was a long process to hoist the car and change the positive cables on the starter. Car manufacturers did not make my model to be friendly for a mechanic. Tubes and cables overlap each other so much so in this crammed space. Replacing anything in there is a hassle.

According to some forum posts, my model has a common issue of wires being cut or broken in the hatch assembly where the hatchback door opens. The wiring for the taillights, back wiper, license lights, etc. run together in a clump at the crease of the door. Sure enough, one of the wires was cut through, and a bunch others were exposed and rubbing. I patched those with electrical tape and connected some extra wire to the cut one so it would touch, then wrapped it tight (didn't have the right cinching/crimping tools).

I couldn't get back to fixing my car for a week, and during that time the windows were down, and the battery unhooked and a few of my new cable parts were laying under the hoisted car. I was nervous someone would steal something, so I made sure nothing expensive or important was in the car, and hid the old cables under the car (didn't care about those much). Thought I was as careful as I could be given the circumstance of my schedule and the condition of my car, but I still worried. I set up a protective shield on my car with my imagination, asking that anyone who walks by will be oblivious to its windows being down, and assume because its raised that its broken and not worth stealing anything from.

When I got down to work on the car again at the end of the week, the most important cable I needed was missing. I searched all the bags and took kits, inside the tarp laid down under the car, in the seats of both my car and my partner's. Nowhere. Dammitdammitdammit. Did someone take the one cable I can't easily replace? It connects from the starter to a plug near the battery, and that plug end means buying the specialty part. I'm sure its not expensive, the annoyance would be that fixing the car would again be delayed, my day meant to spend on it would be scrapped, and my trip in three days would be in jeopardy. I double and triple checked bags and the gravel driveway around the car. As I looked, I tried to channel, asking my guide and any knowing energies around where it would. "Did someone really steal the one hard to replace cable?" I couldn't tell at first if the anxiety I felt in response was a confirming answer or a No, as my channeling typically would work. The situation was becoming hopeless, so I surrendered. Where is it? And I listed each possibility I could thing of and listened for the response. I kept being directed back to the car. In the engine somehow? Why would it be there? Did I throw it in there when I closed up the car last time? That doesn't make sense, but I'll look. I scanned under the hood, not sure what I was looking for, expecting to find a strewn out cable, though I know I didn't do that, that would have been so reckless of me. I spot a plug that looks unattached. Wait. Is that it? I grab it. Indeed its unattached. Its the plug end I was looking for hanging out from where it disappears deeper into the car behind parts and hoses. OH! Right, it attaches to the starter and I added it when I connected the new battery cable down there. I had forgot. It was ready and waiting for me to just connect it to the socket laying near it. Wow, how did I forget that? I connected it and took a moment to thank whatever energy helped me find and remember that. Maybe spirits really do have an easy time locating electrical things, as my interviewee explained about his phantom who helps him find only missing electronics around his house.

Unfortunately, despite all my effort, my car is still not fixed. The tail lights and dashboard lights do work now, probably from me fixing that broken wire. But the dials and turn signals don't. A friend who helped me yesterday with the battery cables wants to replace the end of the pos. cable that connects to the fuse box as one final idea. That may help the flow of voltage. I'm back to the drawing board otherwise.

Last night I dreamed I was working on my car and I was back at the hatch assembly where I fixed the cut wire. I moved the clump of wires around and found two more clearly split wires, a black one and a striped colored one. Oh, what a relief and surprise! I thought. It was just there was two that were still inhibiting the flow.

That was all of that scene. Waking up today, I have great doubt that that is true, but I will check. Before I do, I am investigating why the airbag light is the only thing in the dash freaking out. I will return with an update after I see an auto electrician today about the problem.

UPDATE: Turns out all the patchwork I did solved the original problem. The unrelated problem that arose later was the result of my partner messing with the fuse box (though I assured him I already checked the fuses). The instrument cluster fuse was missing altogether. He must have returned the fuse to the wrong hole. Only after my partner played around (though I already checked the fuses), did the dash lights and signal lights stop working. I had wondered about that coincidence, but gave him the benefit of the doubt and figured the original problem had expanded to affect my instruments as well.

Anyway, this is why dreaming is so confusing. The dream showed two wires cut in half impeding the flow of energy through to the other side. It indicated a hole in the flow. But instead of showing me exactly where the flow was impeded, it showed me the most recent example of the same problem. Maybe I'm reaching, I don't know. Perhaps there still is a wiring problem in that cluster that isn't a problem right now but will be soon that I don't know about. Something else doesn't make sense. Why was there two wires shown instead of one if all that needed replacing was one fuse? Rewiring the one I did solved the tail light problem, along with replacing the cables to the battery. Things are smoother, but I specifically recall feeling ... Wait. I have a hunch. I taped many wires in that cluster. I was shown a black and a striped green colored one in the dream. Well, the green one was the one I had to rewire, but I also taped a black one (among others). The dream could have been showing me that my patchwork taping of those two wires DID solve the original problem I was asking about. Specifics, specifics. Dreams, more often than not, tell me where I've been with increased clarity and truth than I can recognize when awake.

Well, my car is finally fixed! With a little help from some friends, physical and non-physical. Thank you!

A Meeting of Old Acquaintences

A second encounter with the two species I met during my consciousness abduction/contact. This time very dream-like. Provided a long-awaited chance to ask questions and learn about the relationship between the two species. 

2nd half of dream:  Walking along a field where multiple camoflauged alien ships have are resting. They look like rusted rhombus shaped containers, similar to giant garbage trucks. Which alien species do these belong to, I wonder in alternating excitement and nervousness. One of them locks onto me and pulls me toward it. Finally, one finds me interesting. But which one? The walls of this ship become transparent and I see a blue-transluscent skinned short being inside welcoming me. I know it's kind. The affects of the beam begin to render me unconscious. "NO, please let me stay awake so I can interact with you during this session, I want to see everything!" I ask the being and will myself to stay awake through the heavy drowsiness of the beam. I push through and land fully awake on the ship. I can't contain my excitement.

What Will It Take: A Tale of Love

The conditions for reaching that pure and blissful connected love are specific, if not impossibly complex. But might the strength of that draw be enough to pull us toward it as a guiding light through all the obstacles we face? Is love a magnetic force like consciousness belonging to a body?

For once, there was no question I was aware of asking preceding this vivid dream, other than me spending a couple hours searching online for ideas to adjust my wardrobe, particularly focusing on an underbust corset and how to trim a long dress I own. But important elements in the dream prompt me to record it while it's fresh. When I have vivid dreams without investigative prompting, the dream seem to channel issues around the world I never would have been aware of.

I'm with Shantey, a sister-type whom I grew up with, at our old apartment complex. Something is amiss. A powerful tyrant is in the area and is searching for us in their quest to gather and subdue all free occupants of the previous order. He is enacting a new order. I grab Shantey's arm and pull her to the back of one of the complex's by the line of bushes and fencing. "We need to run." I exclaim to her in an urgent whisper, pulling her into hiding just in time before he turned the corner to see where we had stood. We trace along the wall of the complex to the next break, and wait. He already had caught up at the far end. I pull Shantey back to wait. "Wait. Stand in line with the tree." I walk her slowly as the man walks in line of sight with a tree a quarter of the way between him and us. He is shouting for us to hear wherever we may be in the complex, making ultimatums with an arrogant confidence that they will find us eventually. We've evaded him so long now that if we're caught, he likely will unleash a darker punishment on us than any others he's caught.

Seeing Overlapping Realms When Awake

Think Water

-Exemplifying how it would look to see two overlapping realms in the waking state

See Investigations DS#2 on posts with the water and ocean themes, listed at the bottom of the page.

Over the course of my dreaming investigations, one puzzling element pervaded:  water.

I managed to decipher the coding water represents in the spirit realm, settling on the idea that my dream scenarios kept nudging me toward, that there is a realm of nonlocality overlapping the solid state reality. Being immersed in water was dangerous because it implied full openness of spirit for anything wandering around to penetrate. It's hard to breathe if you don't know how or have no equipment or evolved physical ability (gills). It took me a long time to conjure a dream of myself swimming fully submerged in ocean, though I knew that held the key to contacting other beings. The dream ocean is a highway of consciousness connecting all beings together. We are made capable to walk the land, or swim the water. [Haven't figured out what capability flight represents in the dream world. But watch out for Dragons. Those buggers are dangerous because they can access all three mediums swiftly and freely if no protective measures are taken.]

There was a significance to straddling the surface of the water. Something was important about that, never going too deep or submerging without being in a team with a reason to be searching the water. In other words, to explore the spirit world, you need certain safety measures in place. I had to put those in place to safely navigate. But what was the significance of straddling the surface in response to my questions about being able to SEE and HEAR those beings of the spirit ocean? I want nothing more than learn how to see that companion realm in my waking state, so I can teach others to.

Last week, the answer hit me as I was passing over a creek bridge. Water has the amazing property of reflecting the outer world on its surface, while still allowing transparency to the creek's floor. In this way, we are seeing two overlapping worlds.

I've known water holds the key to understanding the overlapping realm. There has been a relationship with water I cannot shake. In this picture, notice three layers actually. The one of the water bottom with the rocks, one with the camera man in the lower right, along with the trees tracing the photo's bottom edge, and thirdly, what seems like another figure taking up the left half of the photo. This figure is closer to the water than the cameraman, and so is not reflected with the same clarity as the trees or camera guy. His/her shadow appears cast on the lake bottom, whereas the cameraman is obviously on the surface. Such a brilliant demonstration on the play of light with water and solid objects. I know this is the area of study that will help us understand the degrees of solidity and nonlocality in which consciousness can travel, but I'm not certain how it helps us SEE them. Dreams kept telling me to be in-between, to float on the surface with part of the body submerged in a natural water (ocean, lake, river, stream). Pools are different, they are enclosed man made, rather, pocket dimensions, of consciousness.

Water helps me visualize how it is possible for two overlapping realms to intersect in the same dimension of perception. But can physical water provide a window into this other realm? The answer keeps coming back yes, but how, and why? Does water amplify sounds at the extremes of the sound spectrum? Does it reflect light in a way that would allow us to see things the naked eye can't?

There's the Harry Potter scene that comes to mind again and again where Hermione uses a mirror to look around corners because a direct meeting of the eyes with the Basilisk turns a human to stone. There is truth in that myth for contactees who have been 'put under a spell' by entities they've encountered. Entities with command over human consciousness and transmission of experience maybe need that soul connection through the eyes. Perhaps cloaking technology works the same way. Some UFO sightings occur at certain angles when the eye sees around whatever cloak or masking tech being used. Might the reflection of water show us shadows of such crafts or beings?

This is speculation, of course. It's actually difficult to work out the right conditions for water to reflect both the sky and its depth just right in relation to your eyes. Top shots or low shots capturing both mediums depends on the position and magnitude of light sources. I suppose its worth an experiment though, to channel while I'm looking at a water's edge. Haha! This idea, I'm just realizing, is commonly in magical movies where some witch far away contacts a person by water reflection.

Dream Experiment to Uncover Truth about Red Grid Mark Phenomenon, Part 3

Consciousness Invasions to Induce Out-of-Body Training?

- 'Michael' from Case Study #1 makes a choice to explore his altered state of consciousness instead of submitting to another assault. In so doing, he discovers an incredible ability.

[Read Part 1, or Part 2 of this ongoing series investigation with 'Michael,' Case Study #1]

J: “Strangely enough, last night (Thurs/Fri) I had an amazing dream, one I've been waiting to have:  a meeting of different alien beings!  There was a cantalope colored one with a bulbous head and large black eyes. He was shooting we with some kind of field or laser. I looked at someone next to me who knew more about the alien types than I and asked what he was doing. The beam made circles of light that rose from the ground up with me at the center. Its affect on me alternated between uncomfortable and benign depending on how I was thinking. The person next to me hurried me saying it was a truth beam, as long as I told the truth I would be fine. I fell to my knees and looked to the sky, curling my body inward as if the beam hurt or I was trying to resist it. I devoted those few moments to concentrating my thoughts (serious mental discipline exercise) on expressing a closeness with the truth. I felt the being, some hundred feet away in a firing stance relax. It seemed mechanical almost, so clear on its duties. But it was completely biological. I knew there was a soul in there. He ceased firing, and carried on. I stood, confident in my innocence and honesty and humility. "Who was that?" I asked. "He's a lawman." "A lawman?" I questioned. How fascinating! A galactic being dedicated to a code of truth and capable of putting someone on trial in a sense with a weapon. The lawman was surprised by my arrival and was checking if I was a threat, if I was allowed to be there by checking the essence of my person. I just kept saying to myself whilst in the circles "You have faith. I am a good person. I have nothing to be afraid of. I can pass this test." 

Dream Experiments to Uncover Truth about Red Grid Mark Phenomenon, Part 2

Call and Response Dream Question posed after Skype interview with Michael and consent for joint dreaming exercise, January 29th, 2014: "Who or what came into my room on the morning of Dec. 2nd 2013, and what purpose was the electric field on my brain used for?"

Dream:  (Story length. Never a simple answer with these.)

I'm part of a small group of college aged men and women with vibrant personalities and energy. We all live in a dorm, school-like community together. We enjoy our time together, playing, teasing, talking, gossiping about crushes within the group. An entire dream sequence is entirely devoted to showing me the dynamic of this group, how they interact and how carefree they are. They are an athletic group, full of life and arrogance, but they love and look out for one another. We were happily engrossed in our social interactions. The men joked with each other and wrestled like boys. The women chatted and nagged the men, hung on one another like girls do.

I heard 2-3 of the men of our group talking emphatically about plans to change some perspective in our society they disagreed with. In excited bursts of dialogue, they devised the basis for their plan, all the while still teasing one another about how they phrased something. The details of the plan were fuzzy to me, but the sense I got was they were hoping to re-educated and be a voice against some part of the status quo.

Then an image appeared superimposed over the scene -- like a forethought or premonition, but as if I've seen it before and the memory was just triggered to resurface -- of the smallest member of their pack lying dead at what was the first casualty in a terrible war. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Then I saw the scene expand and all of them, all my men, and a hundred more, our entire student community, lay slaughtered on a battlefield they didn't belong on.

Dream Experiment to Uncover Truth about Red Grid Marks Phenomenon, Part 1

There are a few answers to questions in my call-and-response dreaming technique that return mysterious answers so complex that they seem off-topic, yet consistently return with an iteration of the same message. One of those is "Why are red grid marks appearing on a small group of people? What are they caused from?"

An experiencer from my case files under the assigned alias "Michael" (anonymity at his request) and I conducted a tentative experiment in Nov. 2013 to try to connect in our dream states. Our hope was to boost our signals by cooperatively focusing on our joint desire to know the truth behind the appearances of our grid marks only a year and a half ago. We live in different parts of the country, and have been Skyping regularly with updates about our personal research and new experiences.

The night we planned to try this first experiment, he dreamed that the classic investigative partnership into the unknown, Mulder and Scully were pursuing a dark case, "possibly about a murder." They tracked down the perp who carried a box that when directed toward Mulder rendered him unconscious. 'Michael' recalls Scully was unsurprised by Mulder being so easily manipulated into an altered state. He also recalls a malevolent presence or omnipresence, commonly detected by him in his levitation and probing experiences that continues to haunt his nights. Unusual for my average strength of recall, I could remember only a vague detail about mass murder. Still, the common thread was enough for us to continue on with another attempt, building off this initial one.

How Hunger and Fine Tastes are Provided in a Galactic Cooperative

In a Cooperative, near socialist colony run by advanced societies of the galaxy, where hunger would be eliminated for, would those who enjoy finer foods lose that joy because of the necessity of the system to feed everyone. Would finer taste have to be sacrificed in the name of ending starvation? My partner and I are foodies, we enjoy quality foods, appreciate the simplicity of fresh, natural ingredients. It is a connecting point for us when we can discuss food and cook together. The simple pleasure of breaking bread with another.

But in my Abduction experience, a mechanical arm put a tray of slop directly into my belly. I've wondered ever since, if this is what food is like to a society understandably more interested in ensuring everyone is fed. Is slop the result when people are not forced to work the food industry, where only cooks who do enjoy the job remain out of passion?

Some days later, I dreamed an answer I didn't recognize was in response to that dilemma until I described it to my partner some time later.