I had a most amazing dream last night:

I was with a friend in a pawn shop that doubled as a governmental office that handled minor tasks related to immigration. My friend was taking forever doing whatever it was he had to do there and I couldn’t wait to leave. While I was waiting, I noticed a beautiful Italian woman at the counter who was there applying for a visa or some such. She was deaf and her friend was translating her sign language for the government employee/pawn broker. They finished up and left and so did my friend and I.

I’ve always wanted to learn sign language so I thought I’d stop by a nearby college and try to sign up for a class. When I got there, it just so happened that sign language class was starting that day and in just a few minutes. I went in and took a seat in the front row of the large lecture hall. The professor came in a second later; an older man with a receding grey hairline, a short grey beard and thin round glasses. He started speaking about something (can’t remember what) that had absolutely nothing to do with sign language. Making a lot of hand gestures as he spoke, I wondered if he was imprinting sign language on the class through some kind of advanced NLP.

He hardly looked at the rest of the class. Almost the entire time he spoke it was directly to me. Nearly like I was the only one in the room.

The class was then out on a field trip. We had been brought to the edge of what appeared to be a strip-mining operation. We stood in a half-built structure, mostly just concrete floors and ceilings and an occasional metal beam where walls might someday go. The building was positioned on the edge of a sizable drop-off - a steep slope that went down maybe two hundred feet into a giant hole in the ground. In the bottom of this huge crater was a collection of heavy machinery, tractors, bulldozers etc, all at rest.

A black curtain hung in the building, partially blocking the classes view of the inside of the crater. The professor looks around and then pulls back the curtain as if it was time to start the show. When he does, all the machines in the crater come to life. Cables turning, hydraulics pushing huge metal arms around and men in little plexiglas boxes making all of them work. I had the impression that the professor had made arrangements with the men who ran the machines to start them on his cue of opening the curtain. I didn’t know what for though. It seemed a regular construction-type site.

Then I saw them.

Several ‘beings’ emerging from somewhere deep inside the crater. Nearly humanoid, one at a time they came walking out and they were BIG. Each of them around a hundred feet tall. They all looked mostly the same. Each one was wearing what looked like a close-cut, silvery-grey evening dress. Over the dress they had a burnished, shining breastplate that was sculpted like muscles, each one’s a different color that represented…something.

Armor on the top, dress on the bottom and no arms. None of them had arms. I’m a little foggy on what their faces looked like but they had strong jaws, no hair, and no visible eyeballs. The epitome of androgyny, they had the waist and curves of a woman, but no breasts under their upper armor. They were both male and female and neither. (I made a feeble attempt to sketch one here).

One by one they walked towards us, silently climbing the slope out of the crater and walking past us. They didn’t even seem to notice the class standing there watching. No one spoke. We were witnessing something very rare and very special. It was obvious that these things were spiritually some very heavy hitters - almost on the level of being ‘gods.’ It was an awe-inspiring experience to say the least.

I had the idea that this was sacred ground and whatever was going on with the construction below had triggered this.

As one of them with a violet colored breastplate slowly towered past, I had the thought that even though they looked perfectly solid, they might not be. I stuck my head to the side and the dress of this giant passed through my head and shoulders. As it did, it ‘activated’ something inside me and suddenly everything in my vision was a shade of deep violet, revealing a certain energy in the surroundings that I couldn’t see just a moment before. The effect lasted a few seconds and faded.

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Then I was in a room alone with the professor. On a high table in front of us there was a body wrapped head to toe in white linen that I had a sense of being me too. I was telling the professor that I can’t seem to get out of my body consciously. As if on cue, a short stocky guy with an odd face comes into the room. He was dressed all in orange robes and I took him for a monk. He opened his mouth wide and pressed his face against the side of the body wrapped on the table. It was like some sort of trigger and I was suddenly absorbed into the back of the monk. It felt like I had been magnetized and instantly, physically assimilated into the guy. Startled the hell outta me. Immediately I felt like I was in a different realm completely. Like the monk was a doorway that I literally traveled through to this new place. I had left my body. Full OBE.

In this new place I was formless. There was no up and no down. It was a bit frightening to tell the truth but my excitement and awe nearly balanced it out. I encountered a person whom I quickly avoided. I wasn’t sure about anything and slightly feared for my safety in this possibly vulnerable astral state that was very new to me. I moved on and came upon an amazing white pattern thing. It was like a cross between a spiderweb and a lace doily, but all made out of some bright white energy. Changing and folding inward on itself, it was beautiful. I had strong thought that all of this was totally real. “This is not a dream. This is really happening.”

After a couple minutes I was ’sucked back’ into my body with a final sort of ‘click.’ It was the same kind of magnetic sensation of being pulled into the monk. My skin tingled like pins and needles as I awoke in my bed feeling very privileged, and very grateful.