This dream recounting may be a bit on the fringe side. But this is what came up last night after going to sleep and thinking too much time had passed since I last had a dream with interesting details to share. So I slipped off with the hope that whatever came up would be remembered and here are those details for your amusement and rumination. They do not necessarily represent the future. As is always the case with dreams, they may be representative of one or many realities, or may offer some sliver of truth through dream symbolism, while other times they are simply random. In any case, they often provide us with some intriguing insight into the deeper recesses of the unconscious psyche.
I can't say I have given very much thought to the possibility before (after all, there are many other star systems in the universe), but I found myself coming to the conclusion that I am, in fact, "Pleiadian", and from here on out I would claim as such to whomever I met. It might have been that my space brethren landed here on Earth and then took the opportunity to present to me my own official membership into the club, or perhaps these were signals received through latent antennae hidden somewhere beneath latent temporal lobes informing me of my true origins among the stars! Whatever the case, it was somewhat liberating to embrace my new cosmic status and come out from the shadows of terrestrial anonymity.
I next found myself in a rather nondescript place chancing upon a friend I had not seen since about the 4th grade. We both acknowledged each other. I placed my right hand over my third eye while placing the left hand over my heart (or vice versa). I then took them both away towards him as a friendly gesture or greeting. He then replied in like manner.
This is a greeting I had never heard of before, but I think I rather like it. It represents the offering of both heart and mind to the other and, I suppose, represents a universal connection or brotherhood. What more could one ask for really in a friendly hello?
(Edit: interestingly enough, after recounting the dream to my mom, she informed me of a ritual they used at her Rosicrucian lodge which involved approaching an alter in three steps, then placing the left fingertips on the third eye and the right hand over the heart in a kind of offering. The Rosicrucian teachings evolved, in part, from the Egyptian magic teachings, of which it has been purported by some that they were handed down by transient passengers from elsewhere. Take it as you will).
As it so happens, some months ago I had another alien-visitor-related dream. In this one I came upon a group of people that were gathering in increasing numbers. This was very similar to the later scenes from Close Encounters, but imagine it in the suburbs or out on the edge of the city, not in the country. A makeshift meeting of some officials mixed with people that randomly decided to show up. Perhaps some of them were meant to be there. Perhaps most of them had heard something about it word of mouth or in the news. The gist of it being that there was going to be an pseudo-official landing of sorts.
The landing occurred with some fanfare, and at this point there were many more people that were involved, though there was no official sanction to what was going on. However, the scene was complete with news media, cameras, flash photography and people gathering closely around a path. It appeared that some astronauts were coming home from a very long journey in the stars. Either they elected to go or they were taken. This is unclear. The first of these were weary but looked of good health, whereas one that followed was not so well off, and then lastly there was one whose skin looked leathery and depleted, as if aged prematurely in a time machine or life-force-extracting mechanism! These were also accompanied by grey beings that parted from the craft. The event marked the beginning of mass contact between the outside visitors and the rest of us here on Earth.
Automatic drawing I did once on paper which a "medium" later told me was a "Pleiadian" by one of her sources:
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