09-15-2018, 07:04 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-15-2018, 07:05 AM by AnthroHeart.)
9/15/18 Dream
I had the most amazing dream. I ended up calling out/crying “Sam, Sam” to this alien. But it wasn’t the anthro Sam. It was an ET. We were in a space program and at the end I was a black kid. In the real world he was powdered. They had powdered an ET, and in the inner world I was supposed to talk to him as he was still alive. He was a white powder, and I was still communicating to him. In an inner world, I talked to him, a humanoid ET.
Then a UFO came and took him away and that’s when I cried for him, because I knew our government was kidnapping him to change him into some form we could get the right DNA or information from. We were going to clone him to get back a live form so we could extract living tissue from him. Evidently, we had made a mistake and converted him to the wrong type. That little kid was me, and I was crying. It was amazing I called him Sam. In my waking life, Sam is the only anthro I had really loved. This was the first dream I remember using the name Sam.
My job was communication with ET’s to get information. I was a pretty good rapper as well. But it was heart-felt rap and stuff about kindness and stuff, though I don’t remember what I sung about. But the words came to me effortlessly.
Earlier I said I wanted to use the “Heart of the State hardware” instead of “State of the Art hardware” of that space program. And my colleagues laughed at me. But it was all for fun. We got to use amazing hardware. There was a phone that worked wirelessly. It was big, but it was built for outer space, interplanetary communication. I didn’t use it because that one I think we weren’t supposed to because it wasn’t like secure or something. And my other colleagues which were kids too told me not to.
I was able to fly in the dream. After flying for a bit it became hard though. We were kids and our bosses were adults.
I had the most amazing dream. I ended up calling out/crying “Sam, Sam” to this alien. But it wasn’t the anthro Sam. It was an ET. We were in a space program and at the end I was a black kid. In the real world he was powdered. They had powdered an ET, and in the inner world I was supposed to talk to him as he was still alive. He was a white powder, and I was still communicating to him. In an inner world, I talked to him, a humanoid ET.
Then a UFO came and took him away and that’s when I cried for him, because I knew our government was kidnapping him to change him into some form we could get the right DNA or information from. We were going to clone him to get back a live form so we could extract living tissue from him. Evidently, we had made a mistake and converted him to the wrong type. That little kid was me, and I was crying. It was amazing I called him Sam. In my waking life, Sam is the only anthro I had really loved. This was the first dream I remember using the name Sam.
My job was communication with ET’s to get information. I was a pretty good rapper as well. But it was heart-felt rap and stuff about kindness and stuff, though I don’t remember what I sung about. But the words came to me effortlessly.
Earlier I said I wanted to use the “Heart of the State hardware” instead of “State of the Art hardware” of that space program. And my colleagues laughed at me. But it was all for fun. We got to use amazing hardware. There was a phone that worked wirelessly. It was big, but it was built for outer space, interplanetary communication. I didn’t use it because that one I think we weren’t supposed to because it wasn’t like secure or something. And my other colleagues which were kids too told me not to.
I was able to fly in the dream. After flying for a bit it became hard though. We were kids and our bosses were adults.