Meeting Grey/Human HYbrids

Most of my experiences with the “other side” happen spontaneously while I am sleeping. This particular experience is no different. If I am making a conscious effort to communicate with my Spirit Guides or other friends in my dreams, I will ask out loud for the communication to occur, which I did not do on this night.
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Most of the time when I receive downloads of information, I will have a vivid dream or astral experience, followed by at least one song that I wake up with repeating on my Spiritual Jukebox. That is the case with this dream that I share with you now. This is what I wrote in my dream journal, edited of course for grammatical errors. Please relax and enjoy the ride! It’s a wild one!

​August 5, 2019
 
I didn’t say anything at all before bed last night. Slept through the night, only waking up once.
 
First dream:
I am with Jessica Perry (my cousin) and Billy (my Grandson’s father) has given me a few different types of marijuana. Jessica is sitting across the coffee table on a couch, and I am sitting on the floor looking at the different types of marijuana. There are three types. The one I am focusing on is extremely potent with little dark blue flowers on them. Me and Jessica begin talking about the flowers. She says, “You didn’t know….?(something about the flowers and potency of the pot that puts us in tune with Mother Earth.”)
 
End Dream
 
I woke up and realized the sun had still not come out. Mariah Carey ‘Hero’ started playing in my head. The song fits perfectly with the mood I have been in lately. With all the crazy synchronicities, things have been so serious, and existential. There are a couple of outlets for me with Brandon and John (Two of my best friends) and my blog, but this stuff always seems so heavy. It is so easy for me to take it to a very dark place at times and get stuck in a fear state. I find myself questioning who I really am and what I am doing on this planet often and have landed at a place where joy is quite hard to find. I have to always keep in mind that this is a role I am playing here and that I have to stop and smell the roses. Simply walking my dogs or sitting outside watching them play with each other is enough to bring me back to sanity!
 
Second dream:
I am at my mom’s house (In Waxahachie, TX) and it is dark outside. I am in the garage talking to a friend of mine. She looks like Celina Dowe (My exes mother), and I think it really is her, but a younger version. She calls me on the phone and tells me, “You need to get over here. There are aliens here asking for you.” I tell her I will be there, and the call is ended. I am in the garage thinking about whether I should take my cigarettes with me or not. I look inside my pack and see there are a couple or a few left. The pack looks like Marlboro Reds, the first cigarettes I started smoking back in 1991…(wow…another synchronicity. 19 front and back is 1991…wtf? Lol)
The sky is dark, and I look south toward the direction I must travel. I think to myself that I won’t be driving since I can fly. I gain some speed and take off. Before I know it, I am flying through the sky towards Forreston. I stop at Forreston Road and 55 and stand in the road, looking down Forreston Road. I think about the location I must go and close my eyes to imagine I am already there.
 
Scene change:
I am now in an extremely large building with extra tall ceilings. It looks like some sort of airplane hangar and there are many school desks throughout. Directly in front of me, about 100 feet or so, is Celina. She is sitting in a desk, working on some sort of papers. It is some kind of schoolwork given to her by the aliens. I am standing near a few lunch-room style tables and there is a couple-dozen students all around me. There is a podium in the front, and I see a young, dark-haired girl standing and speaking to us. I do not understand the language, and it is not a language I have heard before. I instinctively know that it is the gray’s language and say, “Wow, that’s so cool that she learned their language.”
 
Celina is sitting at a lunch-room table directly across from me. I ask her where the aliens are. She says they have left for some errand and will be right back. It seems like everyone had some kind of assignment to complete while they were gone. The energy of the room and the students was one of respect and eagerness to learn. There is no fear at all. I turn around and look behind me and notice there are four grays walking down some stairs into the room. The room where they enter is different, similar to a locker room with steel lockers alongside one wall. The floor is grey like concrete, but I am not certain of the material.
 
The aliens walk down the stairs and the first thing I noticed is they did not look like anything I expected. Their skin color was grayish, but they appeared mostly human. They are all wearing big band style clothing. Pants, boots, and shirts with puffy, shiny gray jackets. They also all have on dark black sunglasses so we can’t see their eyes. Their skin seems to blink as it shines a reflection in my eye. They are not fully human or fully grey. They make it completely obvious they are half human, half grey.
 
***I found this picture of a hybrid that is remarkably similar to their actual appearance, except their skin is smooth. I can imagine the eyes are much larger and shaped differently (almond-shaped) which is why they wear dark sunglasses. I cannot remember if they had hair or not. I do not see a reason for them to.

​When they walk past me, I reach out my hand to shake theirs and say, “It’s nice to meet you.” The one in the front of the line makes a loud, grunting noise of displeasure at my attempt to shake his hand. It’s almost as if he is afraid of touching me directly. They continue to walk past me and do not speak. Their appearance and demeanor strikes me as some kind of gangster/mafia. Their energy is unlike any that I’ve ever encountered.
 
Scene change:
 
I am now sitting in a private office with a computer and desk like you would see in any office setting. I am talking to a hybrid, one-on-one about some things. He tells me that there are malevolent greys out there and that our fear sends out a signal to them like an antenna. The one across the desk from me seems to have a much love for me.
 
Scene change:
I am in a different part of the building now. There is some kind of class going on. I want to say “experiment”, but that is not the correct word. Everyone who is here is so by choice. There is one of the hybrids laying on a table in the next room, and there is a crowd of people around observing. I see a blonde woman to my right and she is holding a camcorder, recording the scene. I look on the little screen and see a blurry image of the alien who is in laying on the table. It appears he is naked and vulnerable in the next room and I am not sure what they are doing to him.
 
I ask the girl, “Are you supposed to be recording them?” She tells me no, and then I take her camcorder out of her hands and punch her as hard as I can in the face. She is now bleeding from her face, and I am not sorry I did it. I feel overwhelmingly compassionate towards the aliens and only want to protect them and their privacy.
 
End dream
 
I woke up hearing ‘Bleeding Out’ by Imagine Dragons. I listened to it and read the lyrics. I am pretty blown away by this and had a moment where I actually cried tears of joy from feeling an overwhelming rush of love. The views on the video were 65,555.
 
One of the verses is:
'Cause I'm bleeding out
Said if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bear my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you (for you)
 
The dream made it obvious that I was meant to see their skin because it was flashing at me. Their eyes were covered, making it obvious they were hiding their eyes. The lady who I punched was dripping blood down her face. Wow. It is actually becoming easier and easier for me to have confidence in the things I have been shown and believe in myself. I wonder if these are the same souls who were flying the ship I saw out at my mom’s back in Spring of 2016.