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After tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity, I closed my eyes and finally drifted off to sleep. When I reopened my eyes, I was sitting in the front room of the old family house. It was daylight. The window was open, letting in a cool breeze. I had an electric guitar resting across my lap. There were a couple of other guitars placed around the room. Other than that, the room was empty. The thought of playing music ran through my mind, but another voice gave me telepathic instructions. I heard the following:

Go to your room to see the map.

I spoke back without speaking.

Does this have to do with a star map?

It most certainly does Tommy.

The voice had a male energy to it. Familiar, yet not. I got up, placed the guitar on the chair, and began my walk towards the back bedroom. I felt like I was moving in slow motion. I thought I saw someone in the kitchen area. It might have been my grandmother standing at the sink washing dishes. She is deceased, and I miss her dearly.

As I made my slow approach to my childhood bedroom, I began to think about the following information. In February 2010, I had a series of dreams the week of my grandmother’s birthday. I dreamed the entire week and recorded every detail. A single word had stood out to me. The word “boots”. Another detail that caught my attention was seeing a great red-orange star with a tiny blue planet revolving around it.

I entered the room and seen the star map tacked to the wall. I felt a wave of energy hit me. I began to vibrate. Everything made sense now. All along, I have been in communication with the Arcturians. These Beings hail from the Bootes constellation. Arcturus is a huge red-orange star with a blue celestial body circling it.

So here we are, over a year later, and I have finally pieced together this amazing puzzle. I exclaimed.

Yes. So now you know. The voice spoke back.

I had asked some time ago, who was I communicating with. Remember? Wrote it down on a piece of paper before going to bed. Then I had a dream…

And in that dream, the sheet of paper fell off the table. How does the saying go? It’s off the table. Well, at the time, it was not up for discussion. It seemed a little too easy to just answer the question. We like to make Humans work.

We laughed together at this statement. My telepathic friend then informed me that the Arcturians enjoy communicating with Humans through dreams. Their preferred way of communication. I too like dreams.

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Tuesday April 10^th 2012

I was walking in a parking lot, pulling two wheeled luggage’s. I felt like I was being followed. I turned my head slightly to my right and seen a Caucasian woman that looked suspicious. I quickened my pace and found my vehicle, which was a silver SUV. I mounted the SUV and jetted out of the area, almost hitting her and several cars in the process. She did look familiar, like a friend of a friend. I drove under an elevated train. Rays of light shone down through the tracks, upon the bustling street.

Soon after, I found myself walking in the hallway of a school. There was a group of rowdy teens terrorizing everyone. It got to the point that they had murder on their minds. I had the fight or flight response. I choose flight.

I hid in a classroom, hoping that the angry teenagers would eventually leave, but these persistent pesky teens were now at the door. I picked up an item, a pipe, and used it to bludgeon the first one who stuck their head through the door. He was a blonde kid wearing round spectacles. I brought the pipe down on his head and he fell back into his friends. This slowed them down some and gave me the chance to move my location into a bathroom.

They regrouped and entered the classroom like wild animals. I knew that I had just did a bonehead move by going into the bathroom. There was no way out. The teens began pounding on the door, which had a thin glass panel covered by a yellow curtain. Once the glass was compromised, I could see a set of female hands, then a couple of faces. These are just fucking kids, I thought. But that did not stop me from turning on the fight response.

I grabbed hold of a pair of scissors that were sitting on the sink, and struck down upon the hands of that girl. She screamed in agony. I did not care in the least bit. These damn kids want to kill me, and I will not allow that.

Suddenly, I could see everything in the third person, from an above angle, as if I had gone out of body and was hovering in a corner of the ceiling. A chain reaction had occurred after I stabbed the girl. She fell back, bumping another teen who was holding a syringe filled with green liquid, who then fell forwards and stuck the blonde teen who I had initially hit over the head. It was almost comical.

The dream shifts, and now I’m sitting with my brother in a restaurant. We were having an emotional moment. He wanted to hug me and I obliged. Some people sitting at the other tables took notice, but said nothing. They returned to their meals and conversations.

As we were hugging, an unknown man came out of nowhere and walked in between our table and where we stood. He had come out of the bathroom and still had his pants opened and belt unbuckled. He actually looked semi crazed. He was sweating profusely. He turned to look at us as we looked at him. I thought, I hope this tender moment doesn’t turn into something bad.

The scene began to fade…

…I found myself standing in the middle of a living room in an apartment. I looked towards the windows and could see the neighboring buildings, deducing that I was in “the projects”, possibly in NYC.

It was late in the evening. The street and building lights illuminated a gang of men who were standing in front of a building. I began observing them. They were observing me as well. A couple of African American boys ran into the living room, startling me. I had thought I was alone. They were nervous. I turned to continue my vigil. I could see that there were two men, in two separate apartments, positioned across the way. Even though it was dark, I could feel these men were watching me closely. Then a weird thing happened. A man suddenly appeared by the window, floating. I ducked down and the children followed. As I looked around the room, I began to notice that the gang had people positioned all along the roofs and terraces of all the nearby buildings. They were all armed and could see into the apartment clearly. There were no curtains or blinds that could be closed to hide us from their prying eyes. I scurried across the floor and found myself holding a sniper rifle. Where the hell did I get this from?, I thought. I must use this. For the second time, I decided to fight.

The first people I shot were the two men who were in the apartments across the way. I managed to hit three guys with one shot. However, the victory was short lived because I was out numbered. They all began shooting at me as I tried to find a safe zone somewhere in the apartment. I ended up going into the bathroom, for the second time.

My perspective changed, for the second time as well, to that of someone outside of the building. Possibly an onlooker. I could see two young African American kids scaling the building in which I was housed. They were moving fast, obviously trying to avoid being shot. One was successful, climbing over the rails of a terrace, entering an apartment. The other was not so lucky. He was shot and fell a long way down to the pavement.

Finally, after a busy night of dreaming, I found myself in a darkly lit industrial area. There were a series of holding cells, with scattered debris everywhere. I had seen a woman being dragged by a couple of men in uniform. They were placing her inside the last cell. She was in bra and panties, which were pulled down some. I did not get the impression that she was raped, instead, since they had dragged her on the floor, this had caused her panties to come down some. We, whoever we were, rescued this woman, knocking out the individuals who were about to incarcerate her.

We walked to the far end of the corridor and noticed that there were train tracks below. A freight train was in the process of passing. The woman wanted to jump on top of it but hesitated. I heard one of the men say we have to wait for the 6. This made me think of the 6 train that travels the length of the Bronx and Manhattan. We could hear the voices and movement of more uniformed men coming from the opposite end of the corridor. One of my companions pulled down a gate as I could see the silhouettes of these men in the distance. I guess I’ll be fighting again.

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I was traversing the streets of some unknown city. I want to say it was California or Florida because of the palm trees and the signature architecture of bright multi-colored homes and structures. The sun cast a golden glow upon everything and everyone. This gave a false illusion of peace and tranquility.

There was a situation in progress. It appeared as if there was some kind of battle occurring. I couldn’t distinguish who were the two opposing forces. I could hear gun fire in the distance and see people running frantically, but from who or from what?

Soon after, I found myself running for cover, heading towards an apartment complex. This complex was right off the main road. I had to slide down an embankment to reach this place. In the process, I was followed by some police officers, both plain clothes and uniformed. I had looked down at my hand and noticed that I was holding a gun. I ended up having a shoot out with the cops. However, the weapon I had was not doing anything to them, or maybe I just was not making contact with the bullets. They took position in the parking lot, hiding behind cars and other large obstructions. I was wondering why were they coming after me in the first place?

At this moment, I had seen an open door at the top of a flight of stairs. Something or someone told me to go up these stairs and inside the apartment.

When I entered this apartment, I was met by an old ethnic fellow who was dressed in scrubs. He was a doctor. We tried to communicate, but were hindered by our language barrier. His language sounded German. I spoke in English.

What happened next caught me by surprise. I suddenly appeared on a bed in a fetal position. The doctor then began to do surgery on my back. I could feel when he slit my back open with a scalpel and removed something from my lower back. As if I was drugged, and I’m sure I was, everything looked blurry. From what I could make out, I could see that he had removed a rubber tube. I felt a slight sharp pain as he pulled this tube out. I could hear it snap once it was loose.

When the doctor was done with this procedure, I felt better than I had initially. I had gotten out of the bed and walked over to the window to see what was going on.

The officers were still in front of the complex. However, I had another plan. Plan B was to exit through the back bedroom window.

When I re-entered the bedroom, I saw that the doctor was laying on the bed. He had what looked like a rag doll beside him. I soon found out that it was a corpse of a small child. I thought, this is a morbid visual.

I learned telepathically, that this doctor was responsible for the death of this child. The child could have been his or a patient. This lead me to believe that he could have possibly been trying to make things right with the universe by helping me with my immediate problems (my “great escape” and also my medical condition in this reality with regards to my lower back pain).

After this confirmation, I opened the back window and made my way down the fire escape. By this time it was dark out. I tried to be as stealth as possible because there were some people (two men and a woman) who saw my decent through the back window and I did not want them to get any ideas about notifying the police. I quickly walked through the parking lot and disappeared around a corner, when I appeared in yet another apartment.

It was daytime again and the sun was giving off another brilliant light and shadow performance. I was in the company of a few unfamiliar people. They were sitting casually in the living room, but something told me that this was not their apartment.

I visited the window to see what activity was unfolding in the front since this was the same apartment complex from earlier. A white van pulled into the parking lot and two white women exited this vehicle. They began to walk towards the apartment. I got the impression that they were the owners of the apartment.

The driver of the vehicle approached the front door and had begun to enter when I closed the door forcefully on her hands. She let out an agonizing scream. I opened the door and let them enter. I felt terrible for doing this to her. I quickly apologized and told her that we didn’t mean to be there. The cool thing was that they ended up being fine with it and wanted to help us. We conversed briefly. She informed us that her brother was in the van and could take us to safety. As I soon found out, that wasn’t the case.

Again, I found myself on the sun drenched streets of this city, but this time, amongst a group of desperate men. Men of all ages and nationalities. These men had an awkward idea, to make a human raft to float across the large body of water that was before us. We were all in agreement and decided to make our move while under a hail of bullets.

The water was turbulent and this caused our human raft to fall apart. I could see all of these men swimming hard, which made me self conscious since I was using a basic breast stroke, and felt that I was getting nowhere. I thought, this is fruitless. The expanse is great and my swimming skills are not.

I felt myself about to drown when suddenly a group of dolphins came to my rescue. They were poking and prodding me with their noses and bumping me with their bodies. One of them turned into a man and helped me out of the water. We fell over a small two or three foot wall amidst all the gunfire. I could actually feel the bullet casings hitting my wet flesh as I layed on my back looking straight up into the pale blue sky. The shadows were beginning to grow and thin out.

Just like that, I appeared on a Bronx bound 6 train. I had several items all around me and was having trouble getting myself together to dismount this elevated train at the Soundview/ Morrison Avenue stop. As I gathered my things, I overheard two couples discussing a movie that they had watched about an old German doctor. They were happy with the ending. Apparently he had made a mends with his situation. This made me content, even though I couldn’t get off the train in time and ended up missing my stop.

Then I was back on the streets of gold, but this time, under more pleasant circumstances. Vincent and Peter were walking with me. Peter had mentioned Japan. I do not know why he mentioned this, but the peace and tranquility was welcomed. The great escape was a success.

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UFO sighting: 05:15am-05:35am

Dream time: 06:20am- 10:50am

I took the A train to 125th street, as I do on many late nights/ early mornings. No sooner I exit the train station, I looked up at the sky and noticed a bright white orb floating southward. It was moving slowly. I watched it for a few minutes. As I watched, a short black man walked up to me and kindly asked if everything was alright. I told him I was fine, but that there’s a white orb floating southward and I think its a UFO. He looked up briefly and nervously dismissed himself. He picked up his pace to the station as I wished him a great day and entered the bank.

After completing my transaction, I continued to walk south on Frederick Douglas Blvd. There were scattered clouds and the stars were prominent. I noticed two additional white orbs traveling in the same flight path as the original. At this time, I made it a point to call Vincent to let him know about the sighting.  He went to the roof of our building to make his observations.

The UFOs traveled in a straight line in a southeastern direction. I tried to take some footage with my camera phone, but they were to high. Shortly after they were gone.

The dream that followed was quite beautiful. I appeared in a vast blue ocean of a world that felt alien. I could see what appeared to be about half a dozen sperm whales. They swam and played some 50- 60 feet away from me. They were huge and purple in color. I swam in the ocean and viewed them for awhile. A sense of peace enveloped my spirit.

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“Dystopic Future” is an excerpt from a short story by Thomas Casanova containing bits of information gathered through dreams, astral travels and entheogenic journeys.

Information can be obtained through dreams. Though most of it can be attributed to the brain replaying events that occurred at some point in ones life. There are other moments in which the dreamer can get glimpses into a parallel universe, thus becoming acquainted with another “I” existing simultaneously.

Fantastic? Yes. Out there? Absolutely not.

In dreams, one can meet with deceased family members and friends, not due to a simple memory that surfaced from the depths of the sub-conscious, but rather, in an alternate dimension, manifested through a collective consciousness of spirits and/or other entities.

These are possibilities. Information. Do with it what you will.

Part 1: A brief introduction to the “Star City” dilemma, and the ominous “Tower”

Dystopia (dystopic): An “imagined” universe (usually the future of ones own world) in which a worst case scenario is explored.

Welcome to “Star City”.
The world my SPIRIT enters when “I” physically fall asleep.
My world of dreams. My parallel universe. My alternate “Me”.

There is a sinister and controlling force which inhabit the “Tower”.  These enigmatic Beings suffer from a condition we call Photo-Sensitivity. This would keep them forever bound to the “Tower”, for it would protect them from the sun light.

“Star City” was slowly becoming a city of windowless facilities, in which man has become enslaved and over-worked, deprived of natural light and air.

The people are becoming tired of this. A revolt will occur soon.

Who are “they”? They are;

A. Secret government: which contains Humans, Extraterrestrial Beings and alien/human Hybrids;

B. the ET Beings acting alone or with other ET Beings

They have begun a process of spraying deadly chemicals into the environment via aircraft. We call this the “ChemTrail” campaign.

What is the primary objective of this campaign?

The primary objective is to blot out the sun to make life (for themselves) sustainable on this planet. Their methods may very well prove quite effective. These chemicals include the following; barium, which is an immune-system suppressant, aluminium and arsenic.
The environment is being seriously compromised. And if you don’t think there is something wrong with breathing in toxic chemicals, then you have been breathing in those toxic chemicals for way too long and its time to cleanse.

Have we put ourselves in this predicament? Or have the Beings had a hand in creating this Matrix all along?

Of course we have put ourselves in this predicament. Especially since we do not want to educate ourself, which is obviously self-empowerment. A good thing. That is the psuedo advantage that those in the know have. They simply KNOW. But the information is there for everyone to obtain.

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