The place we were in seemed to be a HUGE abandoned cathedral with extremely high white ceilings, arches and peaks. It had several levels with giant beautiful white staircases connecting them.
Angels, were they angels? Angels, extra-dimensional beings, light beings, something like that.. I could only see them in outline form, and only if I took a picture or sensed them through my intuition. If forced into reality, they looked like beasts. I think they were able to take any form.
I was in some kind of swimming pool with a few other people and I became aware that we were surrounded by the beings. I took a picture and showed my friends. Sure enough there was an outline behind each person and to the left and right of the group.
We quietly opted to sort of avoid them. They were intimidating in their immense size and otherworldliness. I felt like they were watching us intently.
We rounded a corner, and my intuition told me that there were several dozen of them around that corner waiting for us. I think I may have experienced the entire first part of my dream before and was thus able to catch on to things a little quicker up until turning the corner. I don’t remember having that ability after rounding the corner. You know that feeling I'm referring to? Something like prolonged deja vu?
Around the corner we go, and sure enough there are about 3-4 dozen of the outlines standing in rows, kind of military troop style. They see us and we cannot escape. They round us up at the top of the stairs and let us know they intend to let us introduce ourselves to them.
They may kill us after, I thought. Most of the people around had turned off their brains and hearts and were acting primitive and violent trying to escape from the trapped situation. I tried my best to deeply remain calm, passive, and open.
After a while, our group was somewhat herded into the first quarter of the room where all the angels were lined up. When the questioning was under way, they gave each of us an opportunity to speak as to who he/she was. This seemed to be very important to them. I intuited that they were attempting to let our actions and words dictate their opinion of us- giving us some kind of trial.
It seemed unlikely that they were taking the time strictly to just get some basic information about each person. Some people spoke out out of fear, some recited benign things, some other responses. When it was my turn, I did my best not to project or generate any fear or other drama. I remained quiet and open, allowing them to see me from within. It seemed to me that I had been received and understood.
After the interrogation we were allowed to escape. I went into the thickest part of the crowd and took off some of my clothes and put on a hat that a raver gave me. I had found myself in kind of a cuddle puddle of young ravers that were members of this angel/elite race but were not at all affiliated with it’s military and seemed to have a warm and kind heart to helping me escape whatever persecution (or at least loss of control) the military seemed to have in mind for us.
I was wearing my green vest and my blue thermal, and my orange spaghetti strapped tank top. I was wearing some kind of pant that I don’t recall. I took off the blue thermal and green vest and left the orange shirt and raver hat on so as to blend in. A guard walked by our group while I was mid changing and had my chest completely clothes less. I pretended I was just kind of laying like that and he didn’t seem to have a problem or think I wasn’t one of the ravers.
The guard was white with a mildly pronounced chin and a close shave. I think he used after shave too or was sweaty, because his skin glistened too. That might have been a quality of the race though. He walked by with a black military looking hat on, a gun, and flash light, walking down the rows obviously scanning for prisoners or whatever we were to them.
After this dream, the image of the beings seemed to be burned into the center of my visual cortex, loud and clear. I could constantly see them in my mind's eye, as though I had a direct channel for weeks and weeks after. Even now I can still see them, months later...
This dream never felt like just a dream. It was too vivid, interesting, and completely different than anything that was happening in my life at the time. Its like this vision came completely out of left field. I feel like I picked up on this dream like a satellite would, rather than it being a rehashing of anything that was happening that day or in the shallower depths of my subconscious.
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