Dream 1
I stood out on a field like a high school football field. It was night. The field lights were turned on. I watched as in the distance to my left five jets flew over the building tops. The jets got closer at some point. I had some revelation about myself connected with the jets.
I stood in a room. It was day. Plenty of natural light came in through the windows. The room was smallish and slightly messy. Another guy stood in the room. He was fat, with a big, grey beard and long hair.
The man fumbled through some papers I had brought with me. I believe the papers were typescript with a lot of red pen marking. They were about UFOs, and how I was related to them somehow. The man hadn't believed me at first. But now that he had read these papers he believed me. I had been afraid that he would take my books and papers. But now he was putting them all in my backpack. There were a lot of fat books in my backpack.
I was getting ready to leave. There were two more fat books, about the thickness of a "pocket dictionary," lying on the floor. The man asked me, "Would you like me to keep those two?" I said yes. I didn't have enough space in my backpack for them.
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