In the dream, I was sitting at a small, round table with a guy who appeared just like any regular guy in his 30s—he dressed and talked just like a normal American (white guy), with the body of an average human being (normal height, normal build, normal proportions), but for some reason, I kept wanting to ask him if he was an extra-terrestrial.
As I held that question in my mind, he seemed to acknowledge the thought by speaking out loud to me in an encouraging way: “It’s an appropriate question.”
I took that as permission to go ahead and ask.
“Excuse me, do you mind if I ask: Are you an extra-terrestrial?”
He replied simply, “Yes.”
I smiled and said, “Wow… So ETs really do look just like us.”
He said, “Well, there is one difference,” and he talked about his hair for a moment.
BTW, His hair was just barely long enough that it could be gathered back into a small pony tail (although some strands weren’t long enough and they kinda just fell around his face). The color was kind of like a blonde-brown (like most people, the hair was lighter on the top and darker on the bottom, and I think this happens just naturally when people are out in the sun), so it was like a ligher blonde-ish brown on the top, but then towards the back and underneath, it seemed to have a brown-red-copper tint. In retrospect, I guess if anyone asks me if it was dyed hair, I’d guess no; it just seemed to be his natural hair. And, ya know, I don’t think it’s too strange, because I’d describe my own hair as a light or medium brown, with reddish tint. I would describe his hair color as maybe copper blonde, but when I google “copper blonde,” it just looks like a bunch of red-heads and he was not a red-head, so I dunno.
So the part about his hair being different that he showed me was that his hair responded to our touch. Like, when his or my finger gently touched his tiny ponytail sticking out in the back, the strands of hair would move to meet the finger, gently grasping or wraping around the finger. Not, like, strangling it or anything. Just, you know, a natural response to the touch. Also, when I touched his hair, it was not as fine as mine. Even though both of our hair is straight hair (not curly), his was not as soft as mine; maybe more… coarse? But not rough. Damn, this is kind of hard to describe, haha
So other than the hair, which you wouldn’t even notice because most people don’t go around touching other people’s hair, nothing was unusual about this guy at all; like if someone were to glance at him as they walked by the table, overhearing us chit-chat, they wouldn’t ever assume he was an ET because he just looked and acted normal. He was pleasant to be around. Pleasant to work with.
How did I know? How did I sense he was an ET? I dunno. The thought just popped into my head. Not telepathy from him, as far as I can tell, but it was just something I sensed and started wondering about. I “picked up the vibes,” lol (maybe it’s easier for me to sense, being an INFJ? Or is it because of my moon in Scorpio? Who knows.).
Anywaaaaay…
He told me his name (Sean) and he pointed to a piece of wood that had his name carved into it, on another table. It wasn’t anything fancy like a plaque made from some big factory or something. But it wasn’t scribbled on paper with a cheap pen. The piece of wood seemed natural, with the name carved in a way that made the whole piece appear crafted artistically and nicely. In retrospect, after I woke up from this dream and thought about this part, I believe the reason he pointed to the wood with his name was so I would have a visual of his name in my mind, to make it easier to remember, because he knew that I often have difficulty remembering exact words that are spoken in dreams.
I looked at the others nearby. There was a cleaning lady, or just someone who happened to be cleaning something. I immediately understood what Bashar (channeled by Darryl Anka) meant when he said that ETs and hybrids have ways of… directing? deflecting?… a person’s mind away from realizing that the person standing here is actually an ET. I kind of sensed and realized that she did not realize Sean was an ET. In fact, none of the people passing by realized. It was just only something I knew, now.
As with the great majority of my dreams over the past decade or so, the setting once again felt like “being on a college campus but not one of the students,” and this time there was actually someone with me in the same way. (whereas in the other dreams, I was almost always alone—alone in the fact that I was not one of the students, meaning like I had already graduated from a college or that college, long ago, but I was still walking through the campuses for some reason).
We were working on various projects together. There were some papers or random things on the table. We were just talking normally. Our next task together was going to be to count how many bees were in a container nearby, to see how many had populated or grown or reproduced. I think we were counting them somehow, as I was waking up, and the number was over 200.
I woke up gently, feeling so greatful to remember this dream. It felt SOOOO real! I was surprised to wake up in this life. I’d love to continue working with him.
I thought about the dream and reflected on my reaction to the revelation that I was sitting next to an ET person. My reaction was calm and happy. Nothing outlandish like passing out due to my body not being able to handle his frequency. Nothing like gasping and yelling at the top of my lungs, “WhAt?! YoU’rE aN eT?!?!zomg1111!” No, lol, it was just calm. I was talking to him like normal and it was nice.
I remember Bashar mentioning the idea that if we want to move into a certain reality, we need to picture the type of person that our future self is, and kinda, well, “start being” that person (do I have this right? I think that’s right). The curious thing about this dream was that there was absolutely no difference between my dream self and my current self/personality. It was 100% me in this dream. Just normal me. There is no one I need to “become” in order to start making this dream a reality. I’m already that person. And I feel happy about that.
I think it would be cool if this ends up being one of the “pre-contact” types of things that happen in people’s lives as we get closer to open contact. I have a vision in my mind (a desire) of hanging out with ETs just kind of normally, and casually blogging about it, to show people that these ETs—these people—are just normal just like us. I wanna show people that we can work in harmony with them.
I want to write about the projects that we do together as the primary thing, the primary focus. The fact of where they were born or what their race/heritage is… that can be secondary. I wanna co-create with them (I mean like, doing projects together). Maybe help the planet, somehow. That’s a desire I’ve had strongly in 2025 and 2026. Maybe if it’s ok with Sean or whoever, if we meet in person, maybe I could even take a pic or short video or something. But I don’t want to sensationalize the fact that he’s an ET as if he’s some sort of circus show. None of that b.s. I want it to be like, “Hey, here’s two people co-creating these projects together, or just chillin’ somewhere maybe getting some ice cream and walking around outside, and we’re doing well, having fun, being happy, etc.” I think it would be fun to add humorous moments together, too.
And now suddenly I’ve had this dream and it’s like, “Woah, cool, this is exactly the type of reality I want!”
And I’m left wondering how to make it a reality. Are ETs real? Is Bashar really right about the existence of hybrids? Was it just a dream or did it really happen, somehow?
I guess a part of me hopes this dream really could be the pre-cursor to this strange reality I hope to attract into my life, and that is the motivation for coming back to this little blog. Like, maybe the act of typing this out, and putting it out for the public to see, is an action that pulls in that reality closer to me? I don’t really know how it all works, but… f—– it, Let’s goooooo!
