Dreamtime: Going for a Ride

This dream occurred the night of July 1, 2023.

Had a dream last night and this morning about traveling on a craft. I’m doing something else before this section of the dream starts, but I don’t remember what. I’m driving my Jeep around, and I park it in a driveway. There’s no house at the end of the driveway, and it looks out onto a marsh/field. Evening is coming on, and the stars are coming out. I get the feeling my Jeep is broke down. So I’m waiting and looking up at the sky.

I start seeing lights in the sky, and I recognize the configuration of lights as the same crafts that have picked me up before. I realize this in the dream, and when I do, they uncloak. All of them all at once and I can see them as they are. I’m feeling very excited by this, because I know what happens next.

One of the craft lands at the end of the driveway, and several people step out. I say people, because they look just like you and I do. It was a man and two ladies. The man has a partially shaved head with a brown and gray beard. There’s I think a tattoo on his cheekbones. He looks Norwegian. The two ladies have bright blonde hair and look Swedish. Apparently at some point I sat down while waiting, because the man kneels down and starts telling me something in another language. I can understand a little bit of it. There’s a question he’s asking me, and part of me understands and part of me says to him “I’m not sure what you just said.”

One of the ladies comes over and tells me something in English, and I can hear she has a heavy accent and her voice has an interesting harmonic. Not like a normal voice. Like two of the same voice speaking at once. I don’t remember exactly what she said, but we’re smiling about it. I think we originally intended to just meet up in this spot and hang out for a little bit. There’s a feeling like that’s all we were going to do, but something happens on the ship and everyone’s rushing back. She says to me “Come on! Come with us!” So I follow them aboard.

The ship is a disc-shaped craft, not very large. When I get on board, it’s actually pretty dimly lit whereas it's usually brightly lit when I go on a craft in other dreams. I realize this in the dream, and this makes me think that this is a recon ship. The inside is charcoal black with blue lighting. I sit down on a cushioned sofa and there’s a soft throw on it like someone was just taking a nap earlier. I think to myself that I’ll just stay out of the way right there. I look around and there are monitors everywhere, but they all inexplicably look like old tube TVs. I notice this and ask myself “Why do they look like TVs from the 90s? I know that’s not what they actually look like.” A couple of young men are sitting at a station in front of one.

Then a voice comes from another room, calling to me, “Come over here!” I go to another room and it’s the lady from before with the bearded man, who I now understand is the captain.

She says “Have you ever used a laser turret?” I shake my head no, but I’m good at following instructions.

Captain nods and says “I need you to man this.” I get the impression we’re under attack or being followed by something. The captain goes and the lady shows me to this turret. It’s pretty simple: a monitor with a control for moving the laser around. There’s a conveniently labeled button that’s red. I see a symbol on it, but I don’t need to be told that’s the fire button. So I sit at the turret for a while and we take off. I don’t remember if I ever have to shoot anything down, but the opportunity almost presents itself.

Eventually, the dream shifts and I'm sitting in a larger room with chairs and tables. There are hovering screens over the tables. I'm starting to see things as they are instead of replacing objects. A large man, not the captain, and a brown-haired woman come from another room and sit down. I think this is what serves as a lounge when it's not being used as something else. We start to chat, and the woman asks me, "How's your neck doing?" (The day before I wrenched my neck in my sleep and was in a lot of pain all day.)

I say, "It's doing better. I can turn my head now, and I'm okay so long as I don't have to look up. Good thing I don't now that you're all uncloaked."

The woman sighs and says, "You know, I kind of miss being cloaked. It was a fun game to pretend to be clouds." We all chuckle at that, and I start talking to the guy. I call him by a name, and I suddenly realize, these two people are lightworkers I know in the waking world. Otherwise, I would not use that name.

By that point, I can hear the birds chirping outside and I wake up.