Extraterrestrial Contact

Two encounters in dreams.

INTRODUCTION

In 2020, I began to try to contact extraterrestrials via Steven Greer’s CE5 protocol, which involves meditation and telepathy. In 2022, I stopped trying. I still wanted to contact aliens, but now it was a long-term project, which I would train for gradually—meditating, researching/practicing psychic abilities, deepening my spirituality.

In 2025, I’m still not ready to contact aliens. I’m busy (1) researching and writing about the soul and the spirit world, and (2) detoxing my liver. I’m not averse to alien contact, but I’m not actively seeking it. If/when it happens, I want to write about it in-depth. I’m excited to write about a potential future alien interaction.

I imagine contact will be partly ineffable (indescribable) because aliens advanced enough to reach Earth seem to be highly spiritual—communicating telepathically, understanding nonmaterial realities, etc.—and English is designed mostly for physical reality. This is partly why aliens and spirituality are connected in my view.

As I become more familiar with my soul, lucid dreaming, and other spiritual topics, my subconscious and conscious mind will become more open to nonphysical phenomena. This will naturally lead to more experiences involving them. Recently, I had two dream experiences relevant to the above topics.

ONE

On the night of March 25, near the beginning of sleep, I blearily woke to barking dogs. I hear dogs often, even at night, but this time I thought/sensed “aliens.”

I saw a large glowing blue light coming from the backyard. I leveraged my body up—I sleep on a tatami mat on the floor—with a feeling like “this is it, this is it,” regarding meeting extraterrestrials. The feeling was tinged with fear and apprehension.

Then I woke and realized it was a dream. But it was a weird dream. In the “dream,” everything—my body, my bed, the light—seemed like it did in real life. So maybe it wasn’t a dream. Maybe my fear kept the extraterrestrials away. Fear does this, I knew from my research. Encounters can seem like dreams, I also knew.

TWO

The night of May 11, I had another dream that felt strangely real—more real than 95 or more percent of my dreams. In the dream, I was on my front patio at night.

I don’t remember what happened first:

• I saw pigs but was confused because some had horns. They seemed to be rhinos. I saw two humanoids (long gray hair, black clothing) walking away with the animals, toward the forest that surrounds my yard.

• I noticed the full moon was around twenty times its normal size. This shocked me, which is strange because things in dreams normally don’t shock me—they just seem normal.

Then I saw a triangular black craft coming from the direction of the moon. The pilot had a white helmet. As the craft approached, I knew I would be entering it. I seemed to have no fear. My thoughts felt realer in this dream than in my “normal” dreams. They felt like thoughts I would have while awake.

The craft landed on my front patio, which was bigger in the dream than in life. When I went inside, the interior was a whole other world. Somehow I had a son—a little child—in here. He seemed vaguely like a humanoid version of my cat Nini.

I immediately realized I'd been here, in this world, before, and that I would be here a very long time, and that it would be hard to get out, and that I did want to get out.

It was an unpleasant place, seemingly managed by unseen entities. This place had punishments, it seemed, for people who questioned anything or wanted to get out.

At one point I was in a giant room, and they released alligators to attack us. Everyone ran away into another room—except for me and my son. We went up high, not by climbing but by floating or flying. We kicked the alligators as they jumped up at us.

They retreated and piled up on each other, melding into giant alligators that could reach us. There was no pain throughout the dream, just discomfort.

When I finally got out of the alligator room, I entered a weird tunnel. I wasn't afraid because I remembered being here before. If I kept going, I'd get out, I knew. I had no physical body in the tunnel. I was abstract.

I made it out into a pool-like place, with my son, who seemed seven or eight. At some point, seemingly out of desperation, I started provoking him, calling him fat. I would be punished for this, I realized.

Then I was in a freer area, where I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I remember thinking: In this world, if I look closely at anything, it will seem blurry, undefined, unlike the real world. That’s the last thing I remember from the dream.

I woke and felt amazed—the dream felt so real—and started to mentally take notes on it. But apparently I was still asleep. Because then I woke again.

I recorded a Voice Memo describing the dream, then got my computer and typed about it, then went back to sleep. It was maybe only one a.m.

Another weird thing about the dream: It happened early in the night. Usually, a dream this complex wouldn’t occur until late in sleep, in the morning.

Dreams grow increasingly long throughout the night, dream researchers have found and I’ve noticed too. The weirdest and most narrative dreams normally happen at the end of sleep, after three or four prior periods of REM sleep, when vivid dreams occur.

SIX THEORIES ON MY MAY 11 DREAM

1—It was an actual trip that I interpreted as a dream. Maybe only my soul went somewhere. Maybe the “son” in the dream was my cat Nini’s soul.