Thursday, September 13, 2018
I don’t know where I was, or what time I was in. I was in a room where a very pretty young woman wanted me to have her. I told her I could not. I intensely wanted to. She got close to me, then we were near a bed. She slowly began to collapse onto the bed, as though she could not move. I picked her up and carried her into a room where there was a man and a woman, I think in their 50’s. I asked them, “What’s wrong with her?” The woman said that the young people have started this thing where they take a self-paralysis med and put themselves at the mercy of someone to do whatever they desire to them. They can still see, hear, taste, smell, and feel everything, but they cannot move themselves; all their muscles are limp. Then I noticed the young woman had on very small shorts with white, gold, and a few other colors in a very shiny fabric. Her top matched. This was the first time I noticed what her clothes looked like. It seemed she was wearing something different when I first picked her up. I so wanted to have her, and though in the dream I was single, not like this, and I remember thinking, I can’t do this. I am married in the real world. Then I woke up.
I was walking up to what appeared to be the beginnings of an excavation researching unusual finds of a mound; a very wide, but not steep. There were media reporters there. I was asked if I could tell them what was going on. I answered that I had just arrived and as of yet I knew nothing. For me to answer or pretend to answer would be foolishness.
The media people who were there seemed nonplussed and less than pleased. I walked past them. A woman researcher came up to me from my front left to talk, to fill me in on what they had found so far. I had the feeling we were going to publicly discover a race of beings the governments and secular scientists of the world did not want uncovered. This seemed to be in a field somewhere in the United States of America.