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Alien Dream Influence.

for a few years - at least since May 2008 - I've had very irregular dream patterns. they began as I begin to open my mind and develop my latent psychic skills, spending a few months decalcifying my third eye, and essentially, having a journey of spiritual reformation. as the dreams began, I found myself being transported into different worlds, seemingly through astral projection. instead of just entering into a space as myself, I found myself in the footsteps of a being whose name has not yet been revealed to me. he is a king on a planet that plays a role in the placement of beings throughout the universe. much like a earthbound human, the being seems sentient and cognitive beyond my own human understanding. the first series of dreams were purely me, 'tagging along', witnessing his activities, but never interacting. finally, my earthly body began to wear. there's was a fluctuation in health issues: colds, flus, infections - often suddenly and randomly. two years of this went on, finally coming to a head with a minor surgery. as the surgery reared its ugly head, He finally turned to me. over the next four years, I would be given information, some of which I could never acknowledge. I was given celestial knowledge beyond compare, only to have it go the way of dreams. but the being gave so much. he told me of the selective process for souls to survive. he explained the spiritual war as more than good VS evil. having conversations with him, he often challenges me to prove I am worthy of ruling through him. he says he selected me and we share a soul, he has lived for 3784 years and have many more incarnations throughout the universe. DREAM: June 3, 2014 I was inside of a long hallway with the walls covered in what I could only describe as hieroglyphs, that glowed - radiated - in colors beyond the spectrum of what the human mind understands. the walls were the color of space, the detailing in solid gold. gold, no matter what where you go in the universe, has power. occasionally, id poke my head inside of a room. to my right, the rooms seemed to have a transient theme. one room was filled with humanoid beings who were 'between worlds,' slowly making the transition back to 'home' or their own world. another room was for repairing 'brethren' who had been ripped from Earth-reality suddenly. my initial bioresponses to these were normal. I remained asleep, comfortably. Adhazjei (Ahas--jay), an apparent confidant, whispered something inaudible to my human intellect, but the dream being understood, I entered a room on the left. the vast room contained other beings, veins coursing gold, eyes illuminated by the radiant light. there was blood: black, white, green, and red, of course, everywhere. no matter where you are in the universe, blood smells the same. on earth, we consider it the 'iron' in it. that is a lie and conspiracy so humans don't know the value of their blood. it's the gold! the 'Horsemen' harvested the gold from the blood, turning it clear. this plasma, a mucusy leftover effect of gold dilution, was processed and use to create embryos, zygotes, and sperms, and recycled into the universe. basically, the ship I currently visited was a factory for creating, placing, and recycling life. the other beings, ranging in skin tones of opaque to illuminated white reveled in the bloodshed, very similar to the way we celebrate mardi gras. some of them ate the creamy plasma and some drank the blood. I guess as a king, I didn't partake in the revels of the underlings. moments after exiting the room, I went into a large room with a bed at the center of it. as I fell back onto my bed to sleep, I woke up. I saw two tall, blue beings, in hoods walking around kinda mega imposed into our reality. they walked into my closet, almost like Monsters, Inc - through a wormhole or stargate or something. I wake up in a sweat and very 'out of it', which lasts for about a week. the dreams stay away for a few days.