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| Original Entries from Nadine's Journal |
April 8, 2006, 6:45 am
I had some kind of contact last night that recorded as a dream involving alien invasion
of the planet. It was very detailed and could have been a dream state or some other
method used to tamper with my neural pathways.
I was at my home, anticipating the arrival of my friend, Pamela. A woman from work,
Debbie, someone I do not know well, was also at my home. It is night time and I
walked out onto the porch and I look up into the sky. I see a gold light way up in the
night sky and it is moving very fast and strangely, zig zagging and changing directions
quickly. I call Debbie out and she sees it. I know they are here and they are coming
onto the planet. All of the electricity goes dead in the house and surrounding area.
There are no lights anywhere in the house or in the neighborhood. I think of trying to
call Pamela to tell her, but I can’t find my cell phone in the dark. I am looking for it and a
flashlight. I feel in shock. I keep going back onto the front porch and looking up. Within
a few minutes, there are dozens and dozens of ships up in the sky. They are cigar
shaped, very large, and still quite high in the night sky. It appears like a beam comes
from the front end of the ships and spreads out about the circumference of a quarter
circle. Then there appears a large number, hundreds, of smaller ships which have
exited the large ships and they are literally filling the night sky, again, still at a fairly great
distance away up in the atmosphere. All of the ships literally fill the sky now. I am very
uncomfortable and the lights have never come back on. Nothing is working in the
environment. It stays dark for awhile, perhaps a half hour and then we (Debbie and I)
hear what sounds like a large crowd of people coming through the streets, and they are
mumbling something repeatedly as if in a trance. There are a hundreds of people
coming this way, walking in the middle of the street. As I stand by the front door, a
round disk about 6 inches across comes flying through the air and lands at my front
door, literally bouncing off of it and landing on the ground. It looks like white paper
almost, but I believe it is metal and capable of flying through the air by itself. It has
unusual small black symbol writing on it, with a small nickel sized hole cut into the
center and a notch or two on the edge of the disk. I know somehow that this disk holds
information relating to me on it. It has come to my home to indicate to “someone” that I
am one of the abuductees they have been working with. I do not want to touch it and I try
to kick it with my foot away from the door, but go inside quickly. The crowd is now just
about in front of my house. I think to myself that they are gathering us into this group to
pick us up, but I do not want to go. The crowd is directly in front of the house and
someone from the group (are they human or alien?) has come to the front door as if
expecting me to come out, but I do not. The crowd moves on. I realize at this point that
the aliens are going to make themselves look like us so that the humans are not totally
freaked out. They can affect our cerebral functioning to cause us to see what they want.
There is a robotic, emotionless, manner about them in this form. I am thinking of
Pamela again and wanting to call her, to warn her, but I cannot find my cell phone. I
know then that anything we think or transmit will be overheard by them. Debbie is very
upset and keeps talking about getting back to her family. I am wondering about where
my dogs are. Somehow, they seem to have disappeared and I am thinking they have
been “turned off.”
Next, it is daylight. I just outside my front door again and I am alone. I look up at the sky
and you can see dozens and dozens of ships spread all across the sky, now much
closer down to the earth. I suddenly find myself away from my house and inside of what
appears to be a waiting room in a hospital or hospital-like corridor. There seems to be
a couple of people I know with me, or that I should know. I realize then that “they” are
now all over our planet and disguised to look like us; there are even children. As I am
waiting there “for something,” I realize that I feel weightless somehow and I think to
myself that now my psychic powers have suddenly grown and I know that I can levitate
and move in the air if I try. I do try, and I see that it is almost like unlocking from gravity
and I can float a little bit off of the ground. (Have they done something to our
gravitational force of the planet?) I do move about through this corridor, momentarily
able to raise myself off of the floor and accelerate a bit forward. Suddenly, Murphy and
Molly appear at the door of the hallway where I am standing and they are very emaciated
and appearing like they are “waking up” after a long time and they have obviously not
eaten or drank in awhile. I give them some water, and perhaps something to eat. They
are very “out of it.” Have all the animals been “turned off” during the invasion I wonder
and they are now, several days later, just awakening?
What are the aliens up to I am wondering. I look outside of the window of the building
that I think I am in and I see a city off in the distance, a city’s downtown area with many
very tall skyscrapers. I see a large cigar shaped ship suddenly come down from the
sky and brush the top of the building, causing it to topple sideways and collapse. The
ship, or ships, do this to a number of buildings as I watch, mortified.
Next, I find myself walking through a very large open area like a warehouse or inside
airport area. There are a lot of “intake” spots set up where people are in lines and
being checked in somehow. I am wandering through this larger open area and I realize
that half of those “humans” that I see really are not humans, they are aliens. You can
tell by looking at them because although they can look like us, they do not manipulate
their faces or bodies like us, freely, nor do they animate emotion. They talk very quietly
amongst themselves and seem to travel in at least twos. It reminds me of those two
“men” in black that were at the Mufon meeting in August 2005.
I had some kind of contact last night that recorded as a dream involving alien invasion
of the planet. It was very detailed and could have been a dream state or some other
method used to tamper with my neural pathways.
I was at my home, anticipating the arrival of my friend, Pamela. A woman from work,
Debbie, someone I do not know well, was also at my home. It is night time and I
walked out onto the porch and I look up into the sky. I see a gold light way up in the
night sky and it is moving very fast and strangely, zig zagging and changing directions
quickly. I call Debbie out and she sees it. I know they are here and they are coming
onto the planet. All of the electricity goes dead in the house and surrounding area.
There are no lights anywhere in the house or in the neighborhood. I think of trying to
call Pamela to tell her, but I can’t find my cell phone in the dark. I am looking for it and a
flashlight. I feel in shock. I keep going back onto the front porch and looking up. Within
a few minutes, there are dozens and dozens of ships up in the sky. They are cigar
shaped, very large, and still quite high in the night sky. It appears like a beam comes
from the front end of the ships and spreads out about the circumference of a quarter
circle. Then there appears a large number, hundreds, of smaller ships which have
exited the large ships and they are literally filling the night sky, again, still at a fairly great
distance away up in the atmosphere. All of the ships literally fill the sky now. I am very
uncomfortable and the lights have never come back on. Nothing is working in the
environment. It stays dark for awhile, perhaps a half hour and then we (Debbie and I)
hear what sounds like a large crowd of people coming through the streets, and they are
mumbling something repeatedly as if in a trance. There are a hundreds of people
coming this way, walking in the middle of the street. As I stand by the front door, a
round disk about 6 inches across comes flying through the air and lands at my front
door, literally bouncing off of it and landing on the ground. It looks like white paper
almost, but I believe it is metal and capable of flying through the air by itself. It has
unusual small black symbol writing on it, with a small nickel sized hole cut into the
center and a notch or two on the edge of the disk. I know somehow that this disk holds
information relating to me on it. It has come to my home to indicate to “someone” that I
am one of the abuductees they have been working with. I do not want to touch it and I try
to kick it with my foot away from the door, but go inside quickly. The crowd is now just
about in front of my house. I think to myself that they are gathering us into this group to
pick us up, but I do not want to go. The crowd is directly in front of the house and
someone from the group (are they human or alien?) has come to the front door as if
expecting me to come out, but I do not. The crowd moves on. I realize at this point that
the aliens are going to make themselves look like us so that the humans are not totally
freaked out. They can affect our cerebral functioning to cause us to see what they want.
There is a robotic, emotionless, manner about them in this form. I am thinking of
Pamela again and wanting to call her, to warn her, but I cannot find my cell phone. I
know then that anything we think or transmit will be overheard by them. Debbie is very
upset and keeps talking about getting back to her family. I am wondering about where
my dogs are. Somehow, they seem to have disappeared and I am thinking they have
been “turned off.”
Next, it is daylight. I just outside my front door again and I am alone. I look up at the sky
and you can see dozens and dozens of ships spread all across the sky, now much
closer down to the earth. I suddenly find myself away from my house and inside of what
appears to be a waiting room in a hospital or hospital-like corridor. There seems to be
a couple of people I know with me, or that I should know. I realize then that “they” are
now all over our planet and disguised to look like us; there are even children. As I am
waiting there “for something,” I realize that I feel weightless somehow and I think to
myself that now my psychic powers have suddenly grown and I know that I can levitate
and move in the air if I try. I do try, and I see that it is almost like unlocking from gravity
and I can float a little bit off of the ground. (Have they done something to our
gravitational force of the planet?) I do move about through this corridor, momentarily
able to raise myself off of the floor and accelerate a bit forward. Suddenly, Murphy and
Molly appear at the door of the hallway where I am standing and they are very emaciated
and appearing like they are “waking up” after a long time and they have obviously not
eaten or drank in awhile. I give them some water, and perhaps something to eat. They
are very “out of it.” Have all the animals been “turned off” during the invasion I wonder
and they are now, several days later, just awakening?
What are the aliens up to I am wondering. I look outside of the window of the building
that I think I am in and I see a city off in the distance, a city’s downtown area with many
very tall skyscrapers. I see a large cigar shaped ship suddenly come down from the
sky and brush the top of the building, causing it to topple sideways and collapse. The
ship, or ships, do this to a number of buildings as I watch, mortified.
Next, I find myself walking through a very large open area like a warehouse or inside
airport area. There are a lot of “intake” spots set up where people are in lines and
being checked in somehow. I am wandering through this larger open area and I realize
that half of those “humans” that I see really are not humans, they are aliens. You can
tell by looking at them because although they can look like us, they do not manipulate
their faces or bodies like us, freely, nor do they animate emotion. They talk very quietly
amongst themselves and seem to travel in at least twos. It reminds me of those two
“men” in black that were at the Mufon meeting in August 2005.
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