worst nightmare about alien. Last night.

Next time have a jar of formaldehyde standing by, you´ll make millions if it´s true.

Jesus christ. While looking for an alien type in my dream last night I came across another type that exackly resembles my childhood nightmares....

I use to call them monsters,

They are black shadows made up of ´dots´. I thought i made these up how can someone else have such an exact description....

their use to be more than more in the room when I was a child back then. I have never encountered them since.

and the sounds are a perfect description. This is freaky.

here is the link to it.

the one on the right....

[link to www.illuminati-news.com]

this is my dream about aliens that keeps re-occurring. A light draws me up into the ship. It is several kilometers long but far enough away to be placed above a storm cloud. I awake naked in a pool of glowing blue slime, which seems to have psychadelic powers. Three beautiful Nordic women begin showering me with affection. One mounts me while the other massages my nads, The third one engages in a deep kiss and rubs a bit of the blue slime on my face. It tastes like watermelon mixed in with Robitussin. Then she hops on my face and i perform cunnilingus on her. Occasionally i look up into the roof as two gray Zeta Reticulans, are looking down, the zetas entering info into a PDA type device. Beside them is an intelegent octopus in some sort of encounter suit, which looks a bit like R2d2 first.

The substance seems to enhance my IQ to the point of being able to read others thoughts. Then i begin to remember my past. I remember being born in a manger to a couple of poor Jews. I was some sort of freedom fighter. I remember the horror of being nailed to a cross, but this transformed me into some sort of immortal with psychokinetic powers. Then i see myself in Byzantine Turkey, handing out gifts to poor women and children. I end up wandering the globe, floating on an iceberg to the New World and teaching spirituality to the Indians.

Then I find myself in England, first putting on grandiose plays, then writing about the plight of the poor, traveling around the universe in a blue telephone booth. I wonder about the damage I have done, letting the savage little bald monkeys with a tuft of hair in on knowledge of the atom that their tiny little brains are not ready for.

The nightmare ends and I wake up with the urge to play with wires, first building some sort of solenoid magnet that lifts itself up. Then I start reading internet message boards about aliens and George Bush Conspiracies, things I normally did not care for. The distress of the whole event lead me to smoke up all my weed.
I get in my car to go find some.

Then I remembered this site and read about the evil New World Order conspiracy going on at the Denver International Airport. I then dredged up sawed-off shotgun and the bag of nitrite fertilizer that i was saving for prom night up and headed out in that direction...............

TO BE CONTINUED.....

bumpity bump bump

They are caught in the new light and they are becoming seen, all things become known. Its ok

At my dealer´s place, i notice that all my nerdy friends from the chess club there, wondering to each other "you smoke weed?"
They also had the same dream as I did. The dealer, who is one of the nerd´s dad, is crowing on and on about this new Wisconsin bud, grown in the dung of mutilated mad cows.

They seem to think they are all on the same quest. One has built a rail gun, the other has a MASER, and of course I have the nitrite fertilizer. The dealer chimes in "and, MY AX!"
We agree to let the old bum come along.

We leave Toronto, but since Bush has raised the price of gas, we run out of money. We jack an ATM. A mountie riding around on mooseback radios his buddies. The dude with the maser liquifies Dudley Do Right, the moose looking like a mutilated cow.

With our advanced technology, we outgun and outrun the Mounties´ canoes, Ski-doos, and PT Cruisers.

As we head for the border, I put some tunes on. As the alien inspired trance tunes thump,
The dude riding shotgun yell´s "by the way, those nordic bitches sure cured my gayism", he pops in an eminem CD. The dealer grumbles "kids these days, hmm, we used to have real music from real instruments" Then his trekkie son talks me into playing Magic Carpet ride from Star Trek: First Contact.

The Mounties follow us up to the border. American soldiers interpret this as Canada Starting a war.

"Cool. Armageddon is gonna happen"

STAY TUNED FOR PART 3

Are you sure it was a dream?

560 You scared the bejesus out of me! I remember that shadowy black figure made up of dots.

Dick Cheney menacingly stroked his many chins like they were a beard of blubber. George Bush Sr, who had barely applied the pink putty to his reptillian scales this morning, says " i´d best get out of the white house if I were you."

"And so it begins" condoleeza rice mumbled. The reptillian overlord pulls out what looks like a watergun and vaporizes her on the spot. "we dont need no damn niggers anymore"



Junior finishes up his half dozen downloads on Kazaa and says "ive got air force one ready to fly you two to denver".

"Nah, we´ll take the tunnels, your gonna stay and face the music."

Bush, all coked up and ready to face the press, steps up to the mic and says,

"What the Canadian Forces have done is inexcusable. These tree hugging communist christ haters in canada and old europe have found every reason to obstruct our crusade for great justice. I say this to Chancellor Jean Poutine or whatever his name is; All your Base Are Belong to us"

At the pentagon, the nervous heads of the armed forces chewed each other out

"this had to happen now?! Of all times.. We´ve used up all of our reserves fighting in iraq. It´ll take a week to get what we have left moved back home"

"We can handle Canada"

"The EU has joined with them?"

"This is the war of 1812 all over again"

"Now we´re fucked"

Bush boards the plane to denver and finds himself locked out

"Go find your baptist buddies and pray for the rapture, spanky".......

AC 1015

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I think people need to start controlling their imagination, the thoughts they think. It´s a frequency you´re tuned into...... Maybe you ought to try changing channels.... increasing your frequency through your modes of living, etc. Think about what you do, and seek (ie. determine/decide) a little more self-control.