<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:49:09.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Investigation into Experience</title><subtitle type='html'>I've decided to make available recent 'diary' posts, as an investigation into what's been going on with my life, including experiences and contact.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-5570923972540910388</id><published>2009-04-08T22:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:57:44.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Apr 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to go to bed last night… dozed off…&lt;br /&gt;Startled awake by something electronic exploding near my face (like, right on top of it!!), I could hear it and feel something like a shock wave. I nearly fell out of bed, frightened. I looked around but there was nothing there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     I had something of the same sort happen to me last month... Its a really damn weird feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-5570923972540910388?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5570923972540910388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=5570923972540910388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/5570923972540910388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/5570923972540910388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/note.html' title='Note...'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-5110119490840932947</id><published>2009-04-08T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:40:19.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>entry Apr.7-8 2009</title><content type='html'>Last night I had about 3 dreams before I woke up and vomited...but I can only really recall one.&lt;br /&gt;I met my daughter. She looked like a teen, but that doesn't make sense, since I'm only 24. Anyway, I stepped in the door, and she came running out and said, "MOM! I went shopping and I got you some stuff too!", I said "ooh, really?" and we eventually just ended up chatting and catching up. She was taller than me, light brown, dark dark blonde hair. She had a nice smile and seemed very mature for her age (which atm I cant really guess). I was just ultimately happy that I was able to see her and visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-5110119490840932947?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5110119490840932947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=5110119490840932947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/5110119490840932947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/5110119490840932947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/entry-apr7-8-2009.html' title='entry Apr.7-8 2009'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-2489774056267660932</id><published>2009-04-07T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:45:58.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry: March 29, 2009</title><content type='html'>I had gone to bed around 2:30 AM, and I was trying to get to sleep. I heard what sounded like jets outside, but I had the strangest sensation that I was outside, I felt like I was outside, and the noise wasn't 'muted', so to speak, like it would be inside. This startled me, and I opened my eyes, and found myself back in my room. After that I fell asleep rather fast. Ended up having a blurred, yet very frightening dream of being in a facility, with insect type humanoids (might be the best way to describe it). I woke up with a start, scared out of my mind and just about to scream, luckily I regained consciousness fast enough to stifle it and not wake up the others in the house. I ran straight to the bathroom. It frightened the heck out of me! When I had come back, I looked at the clock, it was only 4:30, which I thought was strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-2489774056267660932?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2489774056267660932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=2489774056267660932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/2489774056267660932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/2489774056267660932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/entry-march-29-2009.html' title='Entry: March 29, 2009'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-5517859920778646598</id><published>2009-03-22T23:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:11:40.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>entries Feb-Mar 2009</title><content type='html'>More recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was late January, I dreamed I was in my house, using TK (telekinesis) and moving large heavy objects around. Someone spotted me and yelled out “Force user”, and ran off. I was a little paranoid at this, and I soon discovered I was being chased by a few groups. To escape, I left the planet. I didn't leave in a space ship or anything, I just left. I came upon, it was either a smaller planet or maybe a moon, and saw that it was inhabited, and I entered it's atmosphere, without being injured. I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had another nightmare. I was in a circle of some sort, right in the middle. I was surrounded by shadowy things. I couldn't move or do anything. It was brief, thank god, the last thing I saw before I woke up was seeing a creature that looked like HP Lovecraft's Cthulhu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week...&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about the end of the world. At least, it appeared to be. I started out with a small group of people, working our way past throngs of panicked people. We weaved through streets and side streets, until we arrived at this apartment building. It was 3-4 stories tall, but was one of the highest buildings in the area. We came to the apartment on the top floor, which took up nearly the whole floor. The living room was spacious with large windows opening out to the city (WEST). It had separate bedrooms, which I gladly commandeered as my own, and became side tracked with something, I can't recall now what it was. I eventually passed out. When I came to, it was still night time, but the door of my room had been ripped off (and was missing). When I walked into the living room, the room was a mess, like a tornado hit it or something. I could tell something violent occurred, but what it was, I don't know. My companions were missing, vanished without a trace. I felt so lonely, and I wondered why I was left, alive and alone. I decided to look out the windows. What I saw made me die a little inside. The moon was out, about ¾ full. It cast an eerie light on the surroundings. Total devastation. Buildings had crumbled, torn apart, possibly by bombs. Shrapnel and other things littered the streets. The one thing I noticed was the lack of corpses. Where did everyone go? What happened to everyone? If it had been some kind of missile or bomb attack, the streets would have had at least several corpses. And why was the apartment building I was in practically untouched (save for whatever the hell came in and ripped apart the apartment and took my companions). As I was eying the surroundings, I went into this 'mode'. I started thinking of what kind of vehicle I'd need, how to get to the stores to get whatever food/supplies that were still there and still good. I checked the lock on the apartment door (which was still in one piece...how strange), considering no one was there but me, I determined the lock to be relatively 'safe' for use, and I then started to think of how long I could stay there on canned goods and supplies until I would have to move out into the country and start farming for my food. When I began to think about how I would obtain gas for the vehicle, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night...I had another nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;I was on a houseboat of some sort. I remember it having a window, right above 'sea level'. I can't recall if I was in some kind of marsh/swamp initially, or I was floating about in some odd section of the sea. I was watching the water, just kind of gazing at it, from inside the cabin, through that window. Suddenly, the water started bubbling, and turned this really strange shade of green. And the smell.. good god, it started to smell so friggin gross... so nasty... I saw a pair of sharks... but they were being devoured by something under the water...I couldn't see what it was, but it was eating them both AT THE SAME TIME. After I saw the sharks being eaten, I suddenly realized I was alone on this houseboat, and I began to panic, wondering if I was next. I woke up when I headed out of the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Only had 2 hours of sleep. I'm exhausted. I had another dream, which pretty much took up the whole 2 hours I was asleep, apparently. There were spires, very tall, made of black stone, I want to say some kind of black marble. I was on a walkway, very very high up. I was trying to get into one of the spires. The spires were guarded by these things. I say 'things', because for the most part, they were formless, just shadows. No eyes, no mouth, no limbs? I tried to sneak past them twice, but stopped and turned back both times, fearing what would happen if they caught me. It didn't help that they seemed to have already been alerted to my 'presence'. After I gave up, I ended up on some flying thing, trying to assist some people stuck on a few of the spires. I few around a few of them, and was able to get a closer look at the towers. I want to say now, that they were possibly obsidian. But good god, that's a lot of obsidian, and the fact these towers seemed infinite in height... well...  I woke up after getting that closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another dream... Its been rather busy as of late, I think!&lt;br /&gt;I was climbing the stairs to some kind of Pyramid, or, maybe it was a ziggurat (I've been corrected now, they're called Ziggurats), the ones you see in South America, made by the Inca's or Mayans...or maybe it was Aztec...Okay, well, my sources say Mayan/Aztec or perhaps even Byzantine. -_-; The problem with this Ziggurat, unlike the others in South America, or Iraq (Great Ziggurat of Ur), the stairs leading to the top were ungodly large, and it was like practically wall or rock climbing to get to the next stair (The 'stairs' were a little over 5 foot, 5 inches high). As I was climbing up them, I heard a disembodied voice, however, It sounded like it came from the top of the ziggurat. The voice was distinctly male, very deep. He spoke of how He ate the light, and waited for someone to come to release the 'new light'. He spoke more, but I can't recall at the moment what he was speaking of. I was focused on climbing, but when he mentioned he devoured the light, I had this really bad feeling. He never spoke to a general crowd, he was speaking directly to me, which made it even creepier, like he was egging me on to climb the top, like I had a purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt; One 'last' dream. I dreamed I was initially going to see a concert... but these ominous clouds (at the time I thought they were clouds) were distracting me. I eventually ended up going in to the concert, but it was soon ended by panic, because these clouds were not clouds at all, it was one mass of vortex type cloud (but didn't really stretch out like a twister...), however I soon discovered that it was an ET type of 'creature', if you could call it that. It ate things, and when stuff was 'eaten', it was transferred or transported to a new dimension. I was stuck in some kind of room watching the outline of the Western US (Washington, Oregon, California) light up as they were being 'eaten alive'.  As this extraterrestrial 'cloud' came to where I was, I apparently was eaten as well, and ended up on some stranded 'station', with the spirit of a child, a man and a woman. The spirit asked me to accompany it, and I did, holding onto him, I flew around with him, he showed me all these stars around the station, and as soon as we got back to the station, he disappeared. I became distressed, I thought I had lost him. I told the man, and he went insane, and locked himself in some device. The woman was outside the device and told me about him and the device (I can't remember now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Had a kind of scary one. Kind of. I was in a vehicle with some friends of mine, we had stopped somewhere. They got out, but as I was trying to get out, some guy, looking like the Bounty Hunter in X-Files leaped onto the vehicle and wouldn't let me out. He eventually knocked me out. I remember being dragged/taken to the hospital by, I thought it was my friends, but they had run off after the jerk landed on the car. So, I don't know who carried/dragged me to the hospital.  After that all I remember is walking through some kind of hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a strange dream, a room with no doors or windows, with one word...Cthulhu. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Next night, I dreamed of being in a house, looking at the calendar and seeing the word Providence. Everyone was speaking but all I could hear was Providence. I'm pretty sure it means Providence, RI, but why? I think I need to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2nd&lt;br /&gt;A real doozy...part of this may have been a screen, I suspect. I was on a beach, looking at the sea. I was able to peer deep into the water, and I saw a gorgeous city. I felt drawn to it, attracted to it. I tried to look closer, but I was hit by something. Not physically, more psychically.  I lost my vision at this point, and I could hear myself screaming, fighting against something... when I regained my vision, I was in a “mental institution”, and I figured it was because of the breakdown I had at the beach. I felt fine enough though, so I wandered out, and saw a group of confused people. I sat with them, and a man who worked for the facility came to speak to us. He said the facility needed samples, and gave us examples of what they needed. If one wouldn't do, then there were other alternatives. For example: misc. skin and stuff, vomit (which they had methods of inducing), and for the women, GYN type operations/exams. I was full of fear when they mentioned this, and I wanted to leave, bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed that the Chinese bought our jobs, tried bringing in some fucked up sense of “socialism”... Reduced our pay to ¼ of what we made now, and paid only once a month. I wouldn't stand for it. Later on I saw some women, with masks. Apparently the Chinese, or whomever, wanted us to wear these. They were magnificently Jewelled, but looked very disturbing. They appeared to open in the middle, and resembled butterflies. They covered the mouth nose and eyes. It was held in place by a bar you stick in your mouth (a Bit, if you will). The women told me if I didn't want to spend the horribly high price for the 'real' ones, I could always go somewhere else and get them cheaper. I wasn't even interested. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-5517859920778646598?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5517859920778646598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=5517859920778646598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/5517859920778646598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/5517859920778646598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/entries-feb-mar-2009.html' title='entries Feb-Mar 2009'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-5726412211212879877</id><published>2009-03-22T23:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:13:01.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>entries May 19, 2008 - Early Feb 2009</title><content type='html'>May 19, 2008&lt;br /&gt; Last night I dreamed about how I had a baby and I was playin with him and he was very happy. Was wearin lil Spongebob pants. And I kept talking to him and tickling him and he’d get that big ole baby grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 21, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I dreamed I was in a bookstore or something. I was looking at a book I read when I was younger. I decided to buy it. I turned around, and there was a guy right there! He was maybe my height or shorter, with short black hair and a nice face. We started talking and quickly became friends. He noticed marks on me and asked about them, but I couldn’t say anything, because I didn’t know. I think he knew. I don’t know why he’d point them out though. We get to the counter, and I had put the book up on it, ready to check out. The woman at the desk started doing something, and so I put my book in my bag. After a few minutes, it seemed like she didn’t know what she was doing, so the guy went behind the counter and started showing her. That guy was really smart!! He came back on my side of the counter and just stayed next to me. She became very irritated and started writing him up for something. It seemed as if she was being very discriminatory towards him, and it made me very angry. I snapped, and went off on her. She shut her mouth after that.  We sat at a table, away from the counter and started talking some more. I don’t remember the questions, but the one answer from him still sticks out. He said, “I will be leaving tomorrow afternoon.” And I replied with, “Oh.” That’s all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 30, 2008&lt;br /&gt; I was in a stone building, it reminded me a bit like a castle but not so much.. and I went immediately to a room that I thought was mine.  a little bit later after getting comfortable&lt;br /&gt;I went exploring and found a big room, reminded me of a dining hall, and I saw a group of people, so I went over to them and sat down... started talking with them and discussing stuff&lt;br /&gt; after a long while of that&lt;br /&gt; went outside because a few of them had to leave&lt;br /&gt;and we were on a roof or something&lt;br /&gt;but it was nice and flat, perfect for sitting and looking around, you know&lt;br /&gt; and these people went into ... I have to say, reminded me of a flying car&lt;br /&gt;  I went to the back left 'door' and looked at the guy sitting there&lt;br /&gt;  I had a ton of questions, and they all kinda blurted out, but I never really spoke them&lt;br /&gt;  which was weird&lt;br /&gt;  lol&lt;br /&gt;  and he just looked at me and said it would be ok, that him and his friends had to go for awhile&lt;br /&gt;  but they'd be back after a little bit&lt;br /&gt;  and he called me Alex.&lt;br /&gt;  and I looked at him&lt;br /&gt;  and i said "My name isnt alex..."&lt;br /&gt;  he said "I know."&lt;br /&gt;  and the people around me had to point out that was my name, as I was apparently hiding my identity&lt;br /&gt;  and they took off&lt;br /&gt;  and we were all out on the roof&lt;br /&gt;  it was weird, no one was all that spread out&lt;br /&gt;  kinda kept to a group&lt;br /&gt;  and it was darker than it was before, so we sat on the roof&lt;br /&gt;  I was looking at the surroundings and how strange they were &lt;br /&gt;  but a few of these people would come up to me and say some things&lt;br /&gt;  to remind me i was ... for lack of a better word&lt;br /&gt;  incognito&lt;br /&gt;  and I couldnt leave the area because it was too dangerous&lt;br /&gt;  so i just kinda sighed and sat there still&lt;br /&gt;  and I started seeing these people below... like they just emerged from out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;  and they, uh, started dancing or something&lt;br /&gt;  it was really odd&lt;br /&gt;  thats pretty much it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no write. I've had several dreams since my last posting, but I thought I had lost my little 'diary' on here. I'm glad I've found it again.&lt;br /&gt;When I moved back in with my parents after being fired from my previous job and evicted from the trailer, things got a little better, dream wise...sort of.&lt;br /&gt;One of the dreams I had stood out, and still does. I can't tell if it was real or a dream, everything seemed so....well...intermixed? I saw a figure in the corner of my room, near the door. I couldn't tell if it had a definite shape, but it had this horribly evil vibe to it, I was so afraid of it, but I couldn't look away.  The whole time, the fear was rising up, I felt like I was choking on it nearly. I managed to look away, to avert my eyes. I ended up looking at the TV screen. After a minute of me looking at the screen, a pair of red eyes appeared on it, staring at me. I jumped and gasped, and 'came to', no shadowy evil thing in the corner, no eyes on my TV screen. Everything as it was. Nothing changed in this 'dream state', everything was exactly where it is in real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of meeting a woman in a forest type area, she was very old, dare I say timeless, but took on the appearance of a younger woman, because she claimed she looked better that way. We followed a trail for a while, and I felt like a child again, which was welcome. We reached a clearing with about 3-4 portal type things. I looked at them all, and in a flash, I saw one of the portal's...details.. from beginning to the end. I decided to choose that portal. Answering a question she might have silently asked, I told her I would rather know what was to happen... I think maybe the portals might have been multi dimensional...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-5726412211212879877?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5726412211212879877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=5726412211212879877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/5726412211212879877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/5726412211212879877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/entries-may-19-2008-early-feb-2009.html' title='entries May 19, 2008 - Early Feb 2009'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-8280940979389487755</id><published>2009-03-22T23:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:09:24.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apr 25 2008 - May 3, 2008</title><content type='html'>Apr 25, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed above my covers, felt something touch my leg… not sure if I was dreaming or not, saw 2-3 of these weird looking things, I think they were hunched over. They had arms and legs, thin though. Their color was a weird yellow/brown, tan is stretching it a little but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apr 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to go to bed last night… dozed off…&lt;br /&gt;Startled awake by something electronic exploding near my face (like, right on top of it!!), I could hear it and feel something like a shock wave. I nearly fell out of bed, frightened. I looked around but there was nothing there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apr 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nightmare last night.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was driving, it started to get dark, abnormally dark. I started to get sleepy but I kept my eyes open, because I did not want to fall asleep at the wheel. I blacked out anyway, and after a few seconds I came to. I think I was sitting on the side of the road. My car was nowhere to be seen. I look in front of me and start panicking, because there is something tall in front of me, with long arms, trying to reach and grab me. I couldn’t see any details, it was all shadowed. I’m not sure if it was a shadow person, or someone using &amp;amp; hiding in the dark. I kept scooting back as it moved closer, up until the edge of the pavement. It then felt like I hit a wall and couldn’t move back further. It got closer and I felt more trapped…and then instead of the panic…the panic was erased by a random fit of rage! As it got closer, all I could really do was lift up both of my hands….and flip it the bird on each hand. I felt that it got irritated at that point, and a second later, I blacked out…and then woke up in my bed, scared out of my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, not sure if it was a dream or not. The whole day I had been feeling rather bad, but I was finally tired, but I didn’t want to sleep in my bedroom. I put myself on my side, on the couch, to watch Family Guy while I dozed off, but not too long after that, the cable went out. I checked the TV in the bedroom, and it got a few stations, so I just resigned myself and went back there. Got kinda sleepy listening to conan o’brien, so I turned the TV off and tried to relax, it pretty much ended up in a session of tossing and turning til all of a sudden, I think I’m dreaming. Something is at the foot of my bed, it looks like its trying to look like something familiar, but whatever it was, failed. Miserably. It looked really fuggin ugly, with big eyes and long arms (I couldn’t see its legs or feet, just torso up), and it was just standing there, resting its arms &amp;amp; hands on the bed staring at me. I had lifted myself up a little to see what the hell it was, but when I started focusing on it and noticing details that weren’t adding up (and confusing me as well), this voice, in my head told me ‘just lay down’. I did, and everything went black in a matter of seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 3, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream.  I was standing outside in the dream, looking at the sky and all of a sudden, these lights zoom by; 3 of them  and I just felt like I had to give chase so I ran off trying to follow it ended up in the middle of the woods with a ton of other people.  there were a lot of people there, I was amazed, no one wandered off not even me, and I have add! So I kept wandering around this area, looking for specific people, including some scientist then I just kind of ended up on a hill overlooking something, with a tall guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-8280940979389487755?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8280940979389487755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=8280940979389487755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/8280940979389487755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/8280940979389487755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/apr-25-2008-may-3-2008.html' title='Apr 25 2008 - May 3, 2008'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-6376649074538940777</id><published>2009-03-22T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:06:11.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long due entries</title><content type='html'>I apologize for delaying these recent posts. I've got quite a few to go through, so bear with me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-6376649074538940777?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6376649074538940777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=6376649074538940777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/6376649074538940777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/6376649074538940777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-due-entries.html' title='Long due entries'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-2763305843616466928</id><published>2008-04-26T23:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:42:23.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Describing the state I(we) are in....</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I’m typing this in hopes of people listen…ok, READING this and seeing what the hell is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been feeling this way, not too incredibly long, but enough to where I can’t shake it. Let’s start with the physical. As I’m sure you’ve all noticed, we’re having some strange things happen on Earth. From global warming, to the recent tremors off the coast of Oregon and the shake-up in Illinois, Earth changes are happening now. Also, food shortages (although, they haven’t really hit the US ‘yet’), strange weather damaging food, and the reports of governments demanding excess grain storages to be BURNED.  Kinda sad, I think. Then we have the increasing amounts of ‘lights in the sky’. Some are true, some are hoaxed. Majority however, are ‘real’, whatever that means to you. At the beginning of this year I had an ‘epiphany’ so to speak (now I’m not trying to sound like I have delusions of grandeur or whatever), and as soon as I had it, I had put a short message on my Yahoo ‘status’. A few weeks later, the Stephenville lights reports went through the roof (be reminded, however, the Stephenville sightings started in December). I still feel this way, I’m very sure soon there will be one of these during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know all the ‘facts’. Going on a gut instinct and what your intuition tells you can be a costly mistake for some. I’m learning to hone and beginning to understand and rely on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anger over governmental processes (already beginning to see this).&lt;br /&gt;2. Anger… not sure by what, maybe an illness? People are unnaturally angry…the mob mentality.&lt;br /&gt;3. War. I mean, we’re already there, but it’s going to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;4. Contact. 2008/2009 is an integral  time and I believe by the end of 09 there will be significantly more ‘evidence’ that this will occur soon. I think, though, that true contact will happen before 2012.&lt;br /&gt;5. 2012 is a load of horse manure. Any nay-sayers and negative nellies who talk about 2012 as the end of mankind are full of it! 2012 is going to be just a regular year, save for the people who truly ‘ascend’.&lt;br /&gt;6. Re: contact. Best way to put this would be to compare it to certain parts of Revelation. Please read your bible (but don’t believe all of it). If anything just read that book. Not all of its gonna happen like the book says it is. Remember the bible was written by MAN. It is NOT a fax or email from GOD.&lt;br /&gt;7. i.e. btw GOD is not GOD, but are indeed creators from another planet. Yes this makes me sound crazy, but I really don’t care anymore. Lol. God is an ET. Which doesn’t make them god, but just some jackass lunatics in space playing with Bunsen burners and Petri dishes. ._.&lt;br /&gt;8. The truth is, yes there will be mass depopulation. Not necessarily natural, but will be helpful in the end. Some people have decided to stay, and others have decided to leave. I made up my mind a month or so ago to leave. However, If I can come back after a period of time, I would.&lt;br /&gt;9. False flag. Discussed on many a occasions, I.e. project Blue beam in the US. After seeing some of the signs, I’m pretty sure this is possible, however, around the time they plan to implement this… let’s just say they (ET’s) know of it. In the sake of honesty (for lack of a better word), to show up before this false flag ‘incident’. I have the feeling for the most part, what is coming up recently is the real deal, not a false flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean to say more, but I cannot find the right words. The wheels are in motion now, and we all have our ‘jobs’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything…if I disappear…if I go away.. this is my official goodbye and farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chiiru&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-2763305843616466928?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2763305843616466928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=2763305843616466928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/2763305843616466928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/2763305843616466928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2008/04/describing-state-iwe-are-in.html' title='Describing the state I(we) are in....'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-3692333031152046559</id><published>2008-04-22T11:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:56:03.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix Lights Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread350487/pg1"&gt; Above top Secret.com Thread &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night folks from Phoenix got yet another aerial treat! Spotted and filmed for approx 13 minutes, started around 8 PM their time. The visuals resemble Stephenville's! We cannot forget the other sightings last night as well, Ohio and Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PHOENIX - Many Valley residents reported seeing mysterious red lights in the sky over the north Valley Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said they could be seen for miles, leaving many to wonder what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who saw the four lights said they randomly appeared. Some said the lights made shapes, a stright line, a square and a triangle. The lights reportedly were visible for between 15 and 30 minutes at about 8 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause remains a mystery this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Deer Valley Airport and air traffic controllers at Phoenix Sky Harbor, no planes were on the radar, although people at both locations reportedly saw the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Air Force Base said it had no operations in the air at the time the lights were seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Valley residents said the lights might have been a UFO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was really close to the star and when it would go really close, and then go fast far away," said Annie Braslawsce. "It was just unbelievable. I thought it was the coolest thing. It was pretty intense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night's sighting comes about a month after the 11th anniversary of the famed Phoenix Lights, when thousands of people reported seeing several lights in a V formation hovering over the city. The Air Force eventually said those lights were flares, but not everybody believes that explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Article from Azfamily.com&lt;br /&gt;Direct link: &lt;a href="http://www.azfamily.com/news/homepagetopstory/stories/Phoenix_local_news_042108_new-lights-sightings.895be60f.html"&gt; Azfamily.com Article &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, reported on CNN.com's Ireport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-14011"&gt;CNN IReport&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this get thrown down the pile, keep bringing this up! Let the truth be known~ and follow your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-3692333031152046559?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3692333031152046559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=3692333031152046559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/3692333031152046559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/3692333031152046559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2008/04/phoenix-lights-part-deux.html' title='Phoenix Lights Part Deux'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-7300293070120095497</id><published>2008-04-13T09:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:44:04.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Diary Jan 08-Apr 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an 7 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a long straight thin ‘scratch’ on my chest, to the left, up near shoulder blade and collar bone. I first saw it and thought I had scratched myself during the night. None of m nails are jagged to cut like that, and when I do accidentally scratch myself with nails, the scratch is never clean, its always rough with skin pulled out, this looks like a very shallow cut. The redness has gone down but as of 2:17 AM on Jan 8 it is still there, just a line. Where did it come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan 18, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend came over last night and helped me clean my trailer a bit. After cleaning, we sat down and had a few drinks. He expressed that he never saw Taken, so I popped in the first DVD. Watched first 2 episodes, then I became tired and let him watch more, but I went to bed. At some point, I dreamed I approached a table with creatures on it, one being a small toad, I picked it up but it squirmed out of my hands and fell to the floor with a plop. It wandered off, didn’t hop though. Strange. I looked back to the table and saw a bigger toad, but did not pick it up. Saw some other weird creatures on the table, but that was all I remember. When we woke up, friend was complaining of loss of hearing in one ear, a headache (He never gets headaches like this one, he says) and ‘morse code’ buzzing. When the buzzing stopped his jaw hurt. My left inside elbow itches. I can see and feel a freckle but could be a small injection site. Been excited over this UFO sighted in TX. Mile long blimp, my ass! Mile long, half a mile wide, very fast, being chased by fighter jets, although the jets could not catch up, I think. This was sighted on Jan 8, 2008. Supposedly it was seen again on the 15th? Or maybe it was some other UFO. I got that goddamn buzzing in my ear again while counting cigarettes. It’s f***ing distracting.&lt;br /&gt;I came home pissed off at the blonde of a new coworker I have, I went to turn on the kitchen light and one of the bulbs burnt out in a blinding flash. Go fig. Not my day lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan 26, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange dream…&lt;br /&gt;Most of the details were fuzzy, but I was working for some strange people. My office was with some brown haired woman, who was almost always in a daze, nothing would faze her, and she’d just kind of stare, almost blankly at the laptop in front of her. The office was effin huge, very spacious, but lacking in any kind of interior decorating, save for carpet (or what I think is carpet lol) and 2 Long, long tables (you know, those ones u set up at a community center for people to sit around). The brunette was at one table, I was at the other, and we both had laptops, very thin ones. There were a lot of small square windows on one end of the room, one small square window above another small square window. It kept going on till the edge of the room. I remember having a rather large key ring, with many different keys on them. I kind of knew what each one was for, mainly a feeling though. I could use them to get to places, to get into places. I kept going from the 'office' to some other place, and then arrive, almost instantly back at the office. A woman (I think it was, meep) had come into the room, she was actually kind of tall, with weird hair...she looked disappointed at me, for some reason, like I'm thinking it’s because I’m using the keys wrongly. I tried to explain to her about what’s going on, but at this point my anger and a degree of panic starts to rise in me, and she leaves and gets another woman to come with her, a little shorter than her. She makes me repeat what I told her to the other person, I do, and this time the anger is so unbearable, I was thinking "why do they not believe me, why are they asking me this, why, why, why??", and I then scream out "F*** YOU, I QUIT", in an almost hilarious dramatic flair, storm out the room, then I get rather flighty and panicked. I start running down the hallway, looking for a door, any door, can’t find any, why?! I managed to find one, hidden by some heavy objects. I managed to shove whatever it was out of the way of the door (really hard, the thing was friggin heavy!) I start fiddling with the key ring (for being large it fits rather well in a standard pair of jeans...) I find a key that I think will work but it doesn’t. I look at the ring again, and it kind of hits me and I get the right key out and unlock the door, and end up in a ‘neighborhood’, but it’s really, really green. These people must keep up with their lawns, trees and shrubberies like every day! I ran to something and tried to enter but couldn’t, then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan 29, 08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day off finally. Went to work meeting at 6:30. Came home about 7. Went to the PC…next thing I know I look at the time and it says 10 pm. WTF? Tried to go to sleep at 2 AM, Kept seeing  their faces, I couldn’t sleep too well and was panicky until I passed out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 18 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foggy dream (was it?), felt as if I was drugged and taken somewhere, down a hallway in a building…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 20, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to go to sleep. As I was dozing off I heard a single musical tone/note. A few seconds later I heard another one. And another. All spaced within a few seconds of each other. After about 8 or so notes, my left ear began ringing loudly, beginning high pitched, and lowering pitch, then rising again, for about a minute or two. At this point, any tired I had was pretty much gone and I decided to open my eyes to make sure I was by myself. When I opened my eyes, my room was foggy and white. I should have left the room, I wanted to, but all I did was put my head back down on the pillow and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 7, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few dreams. First one… right before I had it, I was trying to fall asleep, my eyes were closed. Suddenly my eyelids were filled with white, and I began seeing eyes. Big eyes. Not people eyes. Much bigger. All of a sudden, I’m dreamin. I dreamed I was reading a newspaper. There was only one article on it, and it was about how Whitley Streiber has cancer. WTF? That’s all it was. Just that. I wake up, confused about wtf it meant. I dozed back off and dreamed again.&lt;br /&gt;This time I was traveling to a place far away, I don’t know where I was going though. I stopped at a very large house in the middle of nowhere. There were so many people in there, reminded me of a communal thing. A few ‘people’ gave me the vibe of ‘vampire’, or that’s what my mind shouted out as I saw them. The caretaker of the house left, and it seemed like the sun went down at the same time. I wasn’t too frightened, although I had my moments, when I was exploring the house. Some members of the household had disappeared as well. I met a friendly woman in there, she was kind of large, and had long beautiful black hair. We hung out and explored together, and she started asking me about her family. What? I don’t know her, let alone her bloodlines! Around that time, people started coming back to the house, including some of the people I labeled ‘vampires’. One was friendly and was connected with the caretaker of the house/commune. I woke up after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 28, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a dream, it made me cry when I woke up, its actually kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember too much of the beginning. I do remember being chased by two tall people, they said I had abilities and they wanted to take them from me. I saw the tank they used, it reminded me of something that would squish and kill you. I also remember a very cute guy helping me, but he disappeared He had sandy hair (a dark blonde), and his outfit was strange, his tie wasn’t on straight but it was supposed to be like that. I ran and ran and ran from them and the device, and I came upon a warehouse. I managed to make it in stealthily and hid for a time, then once I figured the coast was clear and I wasn’t being chased, I started to wander around and explore. I found someone I knew sweeping the floor and started talking to her, trying to tell her what happened. All of a sudden there was a ruckus on the floor, because someone came on the intercom and set off a wave of panic. My friend sent me on my way; I found some doors and ducked through them so I wouldn’t be seen. I walked right in to some kind of meeting. I startled them (and myself) for a minute, then quickly walked to the back and took a seat. I’m missing a piece here, lol. All of a sudden I’m hearing clapping, and I’m standing in a line, with a bunch of men, and some guy is traveling down the line with scissors and a razor, shaving their heads. I realized at some point I must have signed up for the Marines. The guy skips over me and I looked at him and said “Awe come on, I wanted my hair shorter” and he smiles and starts cutting my hair. He took a very long time to do this. As he started cutting my hair, several guys came over, offering me their ice cream and I nibbled on it. Some guys came by to give me soft kisses on my lips. It was very sweet and I felt a little relieved. The man who was cutting my hair, I don’t remember his face, but I do remember relaxing into him, he was cutting my hair with one hand and kind of hugging me/holding me with his other arm. It was soft and warm . I saw that he had what looked like a home made tattoo on his arm that said US Marine Corps and then his name. I think it started with a D. After what felt like forever in his arms, he was done cutting my hair, and I sat back down to join my (apparently) fellow new recruits. They did the same for Air Force, but not Army. So I’m sitting there wondering when the thing is going to end, and…they brought out the guy who helped me earlier and I got very red, but very happy to see him alive. I’m not sure why they brought him up to the front, it wasn’t a bad thing. I wonder if he led me to this place on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 29, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t remember too much of the dream, just someone asking me a lot of questions. One was asking what I’m going to college for…some of the other questions felt … it felt like I was being interrogated before the college question… wtf did they ask me and wtf did I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 31, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was dozing off last night (mar 30), I entered a small dream (I get these on occasion, right before I really fall asleep ill have small minute long dreams that ill wake up to, then pass out). I dreamed someone was knocking on my door, and I answered it. 2 Police men at the door asking me to come with them. I don’t really want to, but I grab my stuff and put shoes on and step outside. I see two other men there, not policemen, I don’t know who they were, and that’s when I really began to feel panicked… all of a sudden I’m seeing images of me being tested and tortured by these people. Everything went dark and all I heard was “Please do not be afraid, we won’t let that happen to you. We’ll make sure you’re ok.” And I go back into this dream-state again, seeing how these ‘people’ track, by some kind of output from trackers, or implants. After this, I felt the intent of this move. Due to my interrogation dream, they’ve decided to slightly retaliate, making whoever it is’ job a little bit harder. What a cute game of cat and mouse. /sarcasm. They were quick to emphasize the fact that I was not going to get hurt, that they wouldn’t find me. I hope this scenario doesn’t happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 7, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed a very small dream. Very short, at least from what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a UFO land in front of me, and Niekolaas came out, Mike’s avatar (Tarutaru) on Final Fantasy 11. I think I asked, “Mike what are you doing here…” no answer, and I realized it wasn’t him at all but I was happy anyway and I followed him into the UFO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-7300293070120095497?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7300293070120095497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=7300293070120095497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/7300293070120095497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/7300293070120095497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-diary-jan-08-apr-08.html' title='Dream Diary Jan 08-Apr 08'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-4109801471837500044</id><published>2008-04-13T06:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:00:02.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April 13, 2008</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posting. I will post the recent 'dreams' shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been house sitting for the parents this week. So I've been sleeping at their house, even though I have a heated waterbed here, I still get anxious while here.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo...&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying these 'crop circle meditations' that Whitley Streiber has been doing (I'm a subscriber to his site, www.unknowncountry.com) and I must admit, they're rather relaxing. I do the meditation right before bed, along with a program called (either or) Brain wave generator, or Neuro-Programmer 2. I use the Deep Theta 3 (without headphones). The first time I tried this...&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make it through 7 minutes of the 50 minute program (lol).&lt;br /&gt;As I apparently entered this theta state, I was almost immediately observant of what seemed to be two shadows over me. They would move away on occasion, but then come back into my field of 'view'. I had no lights on, save for the monitor light, and my eyes were shut.  It was strange, but I didn't feel threatened by these shadows. In fact, it feels as if they were watching me. Making sure I'm ok as I dove into the whole experience of the meditation and the brainwave thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I felt very tired and relaxed, so I headed to bed. I had put my phone on the charger in the living room initially, when I went to bed, I moved it to the bedroom with me. I think, within 10 minutes of my layin there relaxing, the phone was done charging. Of course, my eyes were closed and I couldn't see a thing, my eyes shot open and the room was bathed in bright light. I mumbled to myself "oh god no", and then looked down and found out it was my phone. Apparently, when it finishes charging, the front screen gets really bright to tell you its finished charging. Wtf? Stupid thing scared the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I had a dream. In this dream, I was watching all these people, I refer to them as 'living zombies', thats how it came off to me as. They looked normal, and alive, but I got the distinct feeling there was something wrong with them. I was with 2 strange people, watching these 'zombies'. They would look at me and ask me to help them, by using my 'ability'. Of course, I'd look at them and say, "what are you talking about?" This is the 3rd dream I've had since the end of last month (March) involving my 'abilities'. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 3 1/2 hrs, I'll be heading to Roswell to go to a group. We'll see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-4109801471837500044?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4109801471837500044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=4109801471837500044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/4109801471837500044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/4109801471837500044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-13-2008.html' title='April 13, 2008'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-1697461491546588410</id><published>2007-12-31T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:39:11.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for December 30 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;12-30-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a strange dream, although its kind of a repetitive one, this had new elements to it, which makes no sense right now, but…&lt;br /&gt;I think the dream started me off in a park. I was sitting on a bench I think. A huge ass squirrel with big black eyes came up to me, I petted it. I was scared it would bite, but it was pretty friendly. It felt like I skipped or fast forwarded whatever happened right after but I was sitting in a chair, it felt like I was in one of those big-rig trucks. People were talking to me but no one was around (and no CB, which was weird), and I would talk back, although not speaking, I was panicking and saying I couldn’t drive it, I couldn’t reach anything, and I was particularly focused on the fact &lt;i&gt;I couldn’t find the brakes&lt;/i&gt;. I knew I was going to go very fast and was freaking out over the fact I couldn’t stop it. All of a sudden it starts going, without being ‘turned on’ (well in the way we know, with a key and stuff). I freak out again because I start going through a narrow area and thought the vehicle was too wide for the gap, but…it made it! I breathed a sigh of relief, and then it felt like the skip/fast forward thing again, and I’m still traveling, more comfortable with it. I was in a town. I know I’ve seen it before so I was familiar with where I was going. All of a sudden the ‘truck’ disappeared and I was sitting on something even smaller, like a very oddly made moped. I couldn’t control it however, so it took me to somewhere, it looked like a greenhouse, but every time I’ve seen this building I could have sworn it was some weird pet shop. The moped knocked me off at the building again (in other dreams), so I approached the building and thought I spotted an iguana in there so I got all happy and went in. The atmosphere kind of changed in there though. Initially no one was in the room I was in, so I looked at the Iguana that was lying near the window. I saw a few other weird animals, and found 3 white cats lying next to each other. Someone approached me and made a comment about the cats, while I was trying to pet one. Another skip/fast forward, I was lying in a bed, someone was looking over me, the person had a few warm rags and I think was trying to warm me up or something. I couldn’t get out of the bed, and I think there was someone else there; they were talking to each other. I couldn’t make out what was said though. One always came back and checked on me, trying to calm me. That’s all I can remember though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-1697461491546588410?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1697461491546588410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=1697461491546588410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/1697461491546588410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/1697461491546588410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/12/entry-for-december-30-2007.html' title='Entry for December 30 2007.'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-1403816909753755716</id><published>2007-11-13T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:13:07.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary posts. Partial 11-7-2007 to 11-13-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;11-06-2007/11-07-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently trying to remember the dream I had either on the 6th or 7th.&lt;br /&gt;The pieces I can remember involved a huge building, with metal bleachers, but there were windows behind some of the bleachers, showing a hallway, with a few short people wandering in said hallway. I was stuck in this huge room, reminded me of a school's gym. I kept to myself mostly, but some tall skinny 'people' would come by, ask me questions, touched me a few times, there were so many of these tall skinny people in the room, I felt very alone through most of the dream. I kind of stayed where I sat, I didn't explore too much, except looking behind me and seeing the hallway. One of the short people noticed I was looking out, and they looked right back at me. I think we communicated but I don't remember what was said. I remember one of the tall skinny people came by, started examining me, stuck their finger in my ear and said I needed to clean my ears. I became very embarrassed at that (Day afterward I went out and bought q tips. Day after THAT, my left ear hurt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-09-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream last night, it was a bad nightmare, IMO. I was hanging outside the store I work at one night and this man approached me and asked me for change. I said I did not have any, and it looked like he snapped. He said a few things but I don't remember what he said. He pulled a handgun from his jacket, pointed it at me and shot. As the bullet zoomed toward me, it felt like time slowed down a little and I was able to dodge the bullet, and also see the bullet in slow motion. The bullet hit the wall near me. I began panicking, but couldn't do a thing as he took aim once again, this time aiming for my head. He fired his gun, I couldn't do a thing and I thought I was going to die, the bullet was going to pierce my third eye (well at least the area) and skull, and kill me. I can't explain wtf happened, but all I know is even though the bullet was on a straight course for my forehead, and I couldn't slow time really, the bullet did not hit me. It hit the wall, right next to my face. The man freaked out, started to run away, and disappeared. I was so confused after that. Something behind me told me to go inside and report it. I don’t remember doing this, but I remember walking toward the store entrance, but in a flash, I turned around and the scene had kind of changed, to a ton of chairs along the wall of the store. Next to them were weird looking 'stretchers', but no ambulance, no medical personnel, no police, although I was told at some point they would do their investigation later. I wandered over to the stretchers and a disembodied voice told me to sit on one of the chairs and wait for a nurse. I waited for a long time, wondering why no one wanted to check the person who was a full on witness to this attempted murder. I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-10-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t remember this dream, which pisses me off, but when I try to go back to remember it, all I can remember is being looked at by ‘things’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-13-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as usual (for me), I fell asleep with the cell on the bed. Normally it doesn’t move too much, or go anywhere (lol). Last night I was full of anxiety. I have a bite or something on the back of my head which hurts bad. It made me get a headache on the left side of my head, and my left ear was very red. At work, near closing time, I became very dizzy when a lady came in, and I thought I was going to fall over and pass out. I got off work, hung out with Mason for awhile, then I crashed out. Well, not immediately. On several occasions I'd wake up from &lt;br /&gt;dozing, startled, because&lt;br /&gt;I thought that a cat or something jumped on my bed, and once feeling&lt;br /&gt;something like a cat jumping on my chest and it felt like the cat was&lt;br /&gt;just staring at me. After freaking out and&lt;br /&gt;opening my eyes and seeing nothing there (thank god), I tried to relax and&lt;br /&gt;fall back asleep, although it was difficult because it felt as if someone was&lt;br /&gt;watching me. So, I hid under my covers.&lt;br /&gt;Dreamless sleep. I woke up this morning and looked for my phone to see what time it was. Nowhere to be found. Now I was wide awake wondering where it was. I undid the covers, moved both pillows (they’re stacked). I tore the bed apart looking for the phone. Panicked and irritated, I left the bedroom to check my email. After a few minutes of me sitting here thinking, and replying to some emails I decided to check the bedroom again, since that was the only place I knew it could be. I brought it with me when I went to bed! I crawled back on the bed, to check the gap between the wall and bed, nothing. Second later, I felt something hit my knee. It was my phone, apparently under the pillows. How is that possible? I checked under there and it wasn’t there. I’m so confused. But, here’s the kicker. I woke up around 9:30 or so. According to the phone, when I found it, I had missed a call at 8:12 AM. Even with the pillows covering the phone, it’s still loud enough to hear, and I wake up fast when I hear my phone go off. Plus, apparently It was right under my ear as well, so….how could I NOT hear it and NOT wake up? Again, I am very confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-1403816909753755716?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1403816909753755716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=1403816909753755716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/1403816909753755716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/1403816909753755716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/11/diary-posts-partial-11-7-2007-to-11-13.html' title='Diary posts. Partial 11-7-2007 to 11-13-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-890599176718047785</id><published>2007-11-07T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:35:33.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite so Diary</title><content type='html'>Thought I would post on whats going on recently. This isn't so much a diary though, it's been going on the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;my dreams have been silent, nothing at all, until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Again it was a very long and vivid dream, none of it made sense. I&lt;br /&gt;remember someone checking my ears and said I needed to clean them&lt;br /&gt;though. The whole scene/dream was so....weird, and everything seemed metal.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't remember too much about it... this pisses me off so much.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a very long and vivid dream but when I wake up its&lt;br /&gt;either gone or about to disappear or I can only remember pieces. It&lt;br /&gt;took me almost an hour yesterday to realize I had this dream! ???? So&lt;br /&gt;Confusing. I am still trying to make heads and tails of everything, I&lt;br /&gt;keep remembering a time in California, but I can't, for petes sake,&lt;br /&gt;remember which house I was living in. One of the houses used to have&lt;br /&gt;one of those stuffed animal hammocks, for a corner &amp;amp; ceiling. I used&lt;br /&gt;to have stuffed animals in it all the time. I link it with Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;treehouse of terror episodes, but when the simpsons started airing, I&lt;br /&gt;never had the hammock up. I remember seeing what I thought was a set&lt;br /&gt;of eyes from my hammock, looking at me. However, where the eyes&lt;br /&gt;were...my hammock wasn't. I would hide under my covers all the time,&lt;br /&gt;because they kept looking at me. I keep remembering this now, but now&lt;br /&gt;that I think about it and look back on it, the eyes would change&lt;br /&gt;apparently, although I was too scared to note it when I was that&lt;br /&gt;young. Something was looking at me. Initially it looked like the big round eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but they changed... they didn't have the little round&lt;br /&gt;black &amp;amp; white eyes, they were bigger and not so circular. Also, as of&lt;br /&gt;late I've been remembering, might have been recently, since I think I&lt;br /&gt;was outside of my trailer in this 'memory'. I saw a craft fly over&lt;br /&gt;my head, got to see more detail on the bottom, this was at night, and&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my friends was there, except they were looking away&lt;br /&gt;and apparently not listening to me. As it passed over my head, I was&lt;br /&gt;yelling at them to come look, it was so friggin awesome...but it was&lt;br /&gt;like they never heard me, or were purposely ignoring me, and looking&lt;br /&gt;away. I was so frustrated that they werent listening. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;who I was with though. I'm still trying to figure this out, as we&lt;br /&gt;speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-890599176718047785?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/890599176718047785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=890599176718047785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/890599176718047785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/890599176718047785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-quite-so-diary.html' title='Not quite so Diary'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-3621543213551085881</id><published>2007-10-30T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:13:27.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrated Diary, 10-29-2007, 10-30-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10-30-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my 23rd birthday. I didn’t do much, went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble in Las Cruces. I bought 2 books; &lt;i&gt;Sight Unseen&lt;/i&gt; by Budd Hopkins and Carol Rainey and &lt;i&gt;Alien Agenda&lt;/i&gt; by Jim Marrs. Afterwards we went to Red Lobster. I had catfish and to drink, a Bahama Mama.  I was kind of depressed during dinner, and cried a little to myself, I don’t know why I was sad. I felt a little better when we left Cruces. I spent almost the whole trip watching the night sky. I was awake the whole trip this time. Although now that I think about it…spending an hr and a half looking at the stars in a moving car kinda hurts. I wonder how I was able to for a long time. I don’t think anything happened. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Today at about 10:30 am or so, I was brushing my hair. Halfway through I felt a ‘shift’. That’s the best way to describe it. Felt like things clicked, things shifted, including myself. Parallel universes accidentally touching? I can’t be sure. Like yesterday’s weirdness. Early afternoon, I’d say about 2 PM, I was hanging out with a friend. We were taking turns playing &lt;i&gt;Dirge Of Cerberus; Final Fantasy VII&lt;/i&gt;. We were making jokes and playing around, we both heard a loud BOOM, and the trailer shook. It didn’t shake too badly, but enough that we both felt it. I asked dad if the track had any missions and he said no. IIRC, the Boom didn’t come from the base, but my first thought was “Oh someone had a test out at the test track”. The sound didn’t come from the direction of the base. It came from the south, southeast. Still dunno what it was. Dad suggested it might have been an F-22. It didn’t sound like it. I remember the loud ass noise it made at the air show this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-3621543213551085881?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3621543213551085881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=3621543213551085881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/3621543213551085881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/3621543213551085881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/integrated-diary-10-29-2007-10-20-2007.html' title='Integrated Diary, 10-29-2007, 10-30-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-1779810015132808018</id><published>2007-10-28T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:43:47.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of 10-27-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10-27-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess technically it’s the 28th, I just got off work, it is 12:30 AM. Last night (10-26-2007/10-27-2007) I felt as though something was in my room while I was trying to fall asleep. Something very, very cold touched my right arm, near the elbow. I was very freaked out, and took me longer to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the Holloman Air &amp;amp; Space Show. They had the X Prize Cup there too. I got to see the F-22A (Raptor) fly. It was breathtaking! I am very glad I went. I purchased 2 shirts and a disposable camera. I took a ton of photos. Now I just need to get them developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visit the hypnotherapist on the 31st. I am very nervous. I have been thinking back to my childhood (or rather, trying). I remember playing a game with one of my only good friends, Tracy. We would draw designs and stuff on the other’s back, and the person would try to guess what the other drew. I don’t know why I was so fascinated with it. I was all about that ‘game’ up til 12 yrs old…which is creepy. For me, I remember feeling peaceful and sleepy when someone would draw designs on my back with their fingers. I enjoyed the touch, and it always made me happy. I liked having my back touched with the tips of fingers. Maybe I am just weird but I’ve been thinking today that it might run a little deeper than simply playing a ‘game’.  Noticed I have a blister or something on the middle finger of my right hand, kind of in the middle of the finger. It hurt a little once I noticed it, but the pain has gone away, and now it’s just an eyesore. I am so exhausted right now, I may just crash out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-1779810015132808018?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1779810015132808018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=1779810015132808018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/1779810015132808018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/1779810015132808018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-of-10-27-2007.html' title='Diary of 10-27-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-3715698881003616848</id><published>2007-10-26T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:52:20.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary post 10-26-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10-26-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention yesterday, mom had come to pick me up so I could cash my checks. I brought up a memory I had from California, back when I think I was around 10. I believe this was the same trip that gave me the ‘sleepy headache’. We got up around 3 or 4 in the morning to leave to go on a long camping vacation. I don’t think there were any planned meteor showers (i.e. Orionids, Perseids, etc). I turned my head to the skies anyway, and off to the right of the house (as I was facing it), I saw a gigantic green fireball. Everything about it was green, and it was HUGE as compared to the meteors I’ve seen during showers. It did not head downward like many I had seen before (and now), it headed more to the right, more horizontal. I remember pointing it out to my parents, who did indeed see it and commented that it must have been a meteor, which I met their theories with disbelief, but silenced myself, I was only 10, what did I know? It stayed in the skies until we packed up the van and left, a good maybe 30+ minutes. I asked my mother about it yesterday. She said she doesn’t remember any green fireball in the sky, but remembered seeing a lot of shooting stars. I don’t remember seeing any shooting stars, only the green fireball. I brought this up due to a Wiki from Abovetopsecret.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinwiki.org/wiki/Green_Fireballs"&gt;TinWiki: Green Fireballs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“In 1948, a very strange series of mysterious Green Fireballs were observed in the skies of New Mexico. Several world renowned experts in astronomy and meteors, such as Dr. Lincoln La Paz, were deeply puzzled by the incidents and an offical study was commenced… An informal discussion group was set up at Los Alamos by scientists who were very interested in the phenomenon. After much discussion, they all agreed that the green fireballs were not ordinary meteors at all, if indeed they were even meteors.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said in a posting earlier today I would ‘talk’ about my ‘sleepy headache’. I guess that would be the easiest and best way to put it. We (parents and I) were camping, if I remember correctly, in the redwoods of Northern California, heading up to Oregon and Washington. We stopped at a campground for a few days. One of these days was odd, It was mid afternoon, I’d say 3 or 4 PM. I never really was one for headaches. I was about 10 yrs old on this trip also. In the morning we had gone hiking, ate lunch and came back to the site to sit around, enjoy nature and read a book or Mad Magazine. At 3 or so I started getting a very bad headache. It wouldn’t stop. I tried ibuprofen, anything that didn’t have aspirin in it. Around 5 it was unbearable and I thought my head was going to explode. I told my parents I was going into the tent trailer to take a small nap, maybe that would help the pain go away. I went inside, and put my hoodie on since it was starting to get a little cold. I then curled up on top of my sleeping bag, put the ‘blinds’ down on my side, and passed out, almost immediately. I awoke the same way I fell asleep, on top of my sleeping bag, with hoodie and shoes on. I thought it was maybe 7 or 8 pm. I peeked my head out of my side and saw my parents eating oatmeal. I was wondering why they were eating oatmeal for dinner. I said something along those lines to them and they just looked at me confused and said it was 8 AM the next morning. I managed to sleep 15 or so hours without being tired, and having only a major headache. I have not had a headache like that since, or even before this incident. Since then if I get a headache, I’ll be more awake and alert than usual, since it feels like everything is being magnified. I still can’t explain it, and I don’t think my parent’s remember this at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-3715698881003616848?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3715698881003616848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=3715698881003616848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/3715698881003616848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/3715698881003616848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-post-10-26-2007.html' title='Diary post 10-26-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-588191795813015377</id><published>2007-10-25T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:38:03.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary posts: 10-21-2007 &amp; 10-25-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10-21-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just your average day, up until about 1 PM. Again with the nosebleeds!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-25-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days until I turn 23! My first bday on my own. Grandma sent me $100, and my uncle sent me a $15 Starbuck’s card. On the night of the 23rd, I noticed Vince had sent a MySpace message that morning and I did not receive it until later in the day, around 6 PM. It was decided that we were not making any headway in our relationship and the best course of action would be to remain friends. Once reading this I became very heartbroken, full of sadness and tears, although I knew it was coming. It was a very depressing evening. That night as I was getting ready for bed, I had moved my slippers and jacket to my bedroom, on the floor, near where I would get out of bed. It has been very cold in the mornings, So I have been thinking ahead and plotting for when I get up the next morning lol. I went to bed around 10 or 10:30 PM. I felt like I was moving around all night, including the feeling of walking, moving my legs a lot. I thought I was just tossing and turning, but something was wrong. I remember being in a ‘metallic’ hallway, staring at a very large and imposing door, with etchings all over it, although I can’t remember what they were. The door was dark colored, with even darker etchings, which made seeing said etchings very difficult to see. The hallway, besides being metallic and cold looking (and yes I remember being cold all night as well, as if I was never covered up  ), with metal ‘hatch’ type flooring, and light underneath the hatching. I just stood there staring at the door, I do not remember anything else. The rest of the night was very…active to say the least, I felt as if I kept moving around all night (as previously stated). When I managed to wake up, it was about 9 AM and still cold in the trailer. I scoot off the side of my bed and put my jacket on, but I could not find my slippers. I could have sworn I put them beside my bed, along with the jacket. I stumbled out of my bedroom confused and found them in the living room, near the front door. This confuses me. If I went anywhere why didn’t I take my jacket? Did I not have time? As for going to bed depressed as well…I woke up with the feeling that everything was OK and that I didn’t have to worry about it. I felt more at peace about the whole situation, and I was mellow. I was not depressed nor upset about it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-588191795813015377?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/588191795813015377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=588191795813015377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/588191795813015377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/588191795813015377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-posts-10-21-2007-10-25-2007.html' title='Diary posts: 10-21-2007 &amp; 10-25-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-760408468911746944</id><published>2007-10-20T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:30:05.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary posts 10-19-2007 &amp; 10-20-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10-19-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a funny dream last night/this morning. I don't think I've ever&lt;br /&gt;laughed in a dream before, everything's been so serious, and oftentimes scary. This was a breath of fresh air for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was driving my old vehicle up Indian Wells (Street near where I live). The roads were slick from rain and I was giggling to myself as I started to purposely fishtail, I kept doing it, then I began to just spin, over and over and over again. I felt like I was in a centrifuge, and was pulling some G's, I initially became a little shocked and scared, but quickly got&lt;br /&gt;over it and started laughing. Hard. I couldn't stop laughing, I just kept spinning and roaring with laughter. I then woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-20-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream! Wow 2 nights in a row after a while of dreamless sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The dream resembled world of warcraft. Except I was myself and not a character type from the game, and there were ‘real’ people. At one point I ended up in a tree. I don’t know how I got up there.  I spoke to a man in the tree (???), I was trying to get help for an energy source. The dream was very long but I can only remember the last bits of it. I was asking him for help, and he in turn asked for mine. I assisted him (I don’t remember what I did), and ended up ‘transported’ out of the tree and onto land, next to some water, I think a stream. I looked around and saw a lot of people (?) with the Gold exclamation points above their heads (Quest givers in WOW), still intent on finding this power source and help obtaining it. Weird!&lt;br /&gt;The tree, I did not see any leaves, reminded me of very weird Bamboo, they were thick vine type things but were very sturdy and strong for vines (and huge).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-760408468911746944?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/760408468911746944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=760408468911746944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/760408468911746944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/760408468911746944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-posts-10-19-2007-10-20-2007.html' title='Diary posts 10-19-2007 &amp; 10-20-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-7714277180645410207</id><published>2007-10-14T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:39:01.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of 10-14-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10-14-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole neighborhood's goin ta hell lately.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 2:30 or 3 this morning, because it sounded like the crackhead's dog behind me escaped and jumped my fence. I heard something hit the chain link fence, sounded kinda hard. I thought "wtf, oh the dog, oh well back to bed". Not the case. Something was making a s*** ton of noise around my bedroom, outside. Dog wasn't barking at all (crackhead keeps it outside at night to warn her). Sounded like something was being hammered, like right outside my bedroom!! I get up cautiously and checked the windows and I couldn't see anything. After I did that the noises pretty much died down and I was able to go to sleep. No one else heard these noises! I did find out an hr or so later after that some delinquents (sp) went and tagged the house near me (but nowhere near my bedroom). I've been thinking about it all day, The park is fenced in so heading my way would have been a dumb idea. The area they tagged was right next to the road so they would have had an easy escape route... Still trying to figure this out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-7714277180645410207?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7714277180645410207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=7714277180645410207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/7714277180645410207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/7714277180645410207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-of-10-14-2007.html' title='Diary of 10-14-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-8915246032166788928</id><published>2007-10-13T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:40:32.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of 10-13-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10-13-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too tired to write anymore last night. Had some weird things happen while talking to another experiencer. He had footage of what he thought were UFOs, or some kind of craft. He sent me the video and I could find them pretty easily. I finally told him about my dream too.&lt;br /&gt;It is a very long conversation and will not post it publicly without his permission. A lot of very screwed up things happened during the course of the IM session mainly involving my PC and images wouldn't show. the IM doesn’t do all the “wtf” moments justice. After I finished talking to him, I went to bed. I could hear all kinds of noises outside my place, but I managed to finally sleep. When I sleep, lately I’ve only been sleeping under the throw, not under the covers. I don’t normally toss and turn enough to completely throw the throw off of me 100%, normally I’ll wake up with it bundled around my middle, with my feet and calves exposed. I woke up around 5 or 5:30 this morning, and the throw was in a crumpled heap next to me, and I was laying on almost the extreme left of the bed. It was abnormally bright outside for being 5 AM. I think maybe the cold woke me up. I kind of freaked out, and then looked at my cell phone, which I was laying on. After sighing at the time, I moved the throw back on me and fell back asleep. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I had a very (for lack of a better word) f-d up realization occur to me, and I shared it with my best friend B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: you know what's so f-d up? ok take a look at the dinosaurs, never&lt;br /&gt;knew what hit them, right? They were not self aware. Their world was&lt;br /&gt;eating and sleeping etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, BAM they all die off… but us, we're smart; we know&lt;br /&gt;what's going on…&lt;br /&gt;We're more in touch with what's going on in the outside, they forget&lt;br /&gt;about themselves&lt;br /&gt;you know? Friends all over the globe, life is more than eating&lt;br /&gt;sleeping etc, it's much more than that right? We're able to see the&lt;br /&gt;stars through telescopes and study the moon and other planets so we&lt;br /&gt;know what's up we know we're going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;: and yet we f*** up more than any other creature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: if it is indeed a doomsday scenario we know we're going to die.&lt;br /&gt;(referring to 2012)and mass extinction, do you think to make room for&lt;br /&gt;a new species?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: we know we're reaching an end; nothing else on this planet can do&lt;br /&gt;the same this is on so many levels dude, its making my head hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;: well its not so bad though cuz ur gonna die anyway so what would&lt;br /&gt;it matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: it's the realization where things click together and you realize&lt;br /&gt;that you can't do a f-g thing except hope that some kind of miracle&lt;br /&gt;occurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;: but in the end you can't do a thing anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: never could…Why be self aware if this was destiny? Why know all&lt;br /&gt;this just to die out like everything else does…it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;: you think about it to much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: It's become more recurrent, I try to not think about it, never&lt;br /&gt;really clicked in my brain til today though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;: instead of being afraid of it you gotta come to terms with it and&lt;br /&gt;just see it as part of the life cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: You think something smarter will take our place? I could only&lt;br /&gt;hope, I guess lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;: smarter things already are here... they just do what they need to&lt;br /&gt;survive instead of f-g with everything until they cause&lt;br /&gt;destruction, and i also think animals are self aware also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work, had a few weird things happen. This lady came in and I knew what she wanted. By the time she got to the counter I had her cigarettes on the counter and she nearly went white and shouted out “HOW DID U KNOW WHAT I WANTED?!” I shrugged and said a ‘hunch’. Later in the evening I had to use the restroom. I went in there and was about to lock the door when I thought I heard my coworker shout my name. I open the door, coworker’s minding her own business, but I see KC! Awesome. All sorts of people I don’t know just started talking to me like they knew me. Wtf? That went on pretty much all shift. -_-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-8915246032166788928?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8915246032166788928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=8915246032166788928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/8915246032166788928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/8915246032166788928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-of-10-13-2007.html' title='Diary of 10-13-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-451587352393864543</id><published>2007-10-12T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:01:22.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of 10-12-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10-12-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got done listening to Coast to Coast AM.  They had a man on there named Jim Sparks. He was able to recall most of his experiences and told about several of them. All were interesting and a few of the elements he described hit a bit close to home. I decided to call in and ask him a question. Actually made it through, I was so nervous. I told him a little of what was going on in my life and asked him if he’s heard of beings who wear ‘robes’. Apparently he has seen them. He asked me if I had a strong feeling of purpose, was I environmentally aware? I told him of my ‘earthquake’ sense when I was in California, and how I was all about nature when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to talk to him more in depth but he is a very busy man. Wish I could attend some of the conferences he’s scheduled to attend. Alas work and money hold me back lol. Here's his URL &lt;a href="'http://www.jim-sparks.com'"&gt;Jim Sparks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been discussing the things that have been happening with a few choice people.  What they say makes a ton of sense, I wonder why I thought the two grays were 'family'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-451587352393864543?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/451587352393864543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=451587352393864543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/451587352393864543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/451587352393864543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-of-10-12-2007.html' title='Diary of 10-12-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-1406627674935204777</id><published>2007-10-11T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:58:36.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of 10-11-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10-11-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 7:49 AM. What a weird time to wake up! I felt like I was forced out of a dream. It was such a beautiful dream. I’m not sure how it started, but I think I was researching UFOs. One day as I was wandering around, one landed, it even flew above me, the bottom was smooth. Lucky for me, I had brought a camera. I saw its occupants, a few grays, and took pictures of them. Day or two later I had the film developed but all I saw were people where the grays were (like they had on costumes, or disguises), and their craft looked, well, didn’t look like what I saw! I was slightly beyond irritated. That night something made me go outside, and what I saw was amazing! The whole sky, lit up by tons of their craft!!!!! It was so beautiful! I was so happy, when I went into the backyard; I saw that one had landed in the backyard (It looked like this was my parent’s backyard). I peer around the corner and see a ‘family’ of grays, at least what I assumed was a ‘husband’ and ‘wife’ couple. One looked more feminine and the other looked masculine. Well as much as grays could be, I guess! I greet them as if I hadn’t seen them in forever, almost like it was having a family member come over after a long time of being away. I gave them a big hug and told them that the pictures didn’t come out right. After stating this, It was 'explained', not verbally, but feeling-wise, that any type of photography, including photos and film taken &lt;br /&gt;'stealthily' would not work out, &lt;br /&gt;no matter how stealthy one tries to be, they always know where you are. It was explained and understood that photography and filming, especially close ups, were practically impossible,&lt;br /&gt;that they could change the images, to protect themselves. I understood it to be one of their mental abilities, to &lt;br /&gt;change negatives/photos and motion picture. The ‘feminine’ one cared a lot about me, I could feel it. It used its hand and held my left cheek in its palm, and told me something, almost as if ‘she’ was a mother trying to discuss things with her daughter.  Its mouth never moved. I nodded at them and told them that they could go fuel up and come back later if they wanted. Something then shoved me out of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;O_O Again I woke up exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Grr I tried to light incense just now and I’m missing the ring that goes on top of the bottle to hold the incense. Where the hell did it go? I never touched it the last time I burned incense, about 2-3 days ago. I don’t think the wild mouse in my house could reach it…so where is it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-1406627674935204777?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1406627674935204777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=1406627674935204777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/1406627674935204777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/1406627674935204777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-of-10-11-2007.html' title='Diary of 10-11-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-5984044621747877610</id><published>2007-10-10T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:59:18.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary post 10-10-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10-10-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home after work. It’s been a weird day, I think. I woke up tired again, around 9:30-10 AM. I piddled around the house for about an hour or two, and then I felt very exhausted around 11:30 AM. I sat on the loveseat, leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Something wasn’t right to begin with. I doze and enter what I think is the same state I was in on Monday afternoon, but I could feel pressure on my wrists, like hands holding them, trying to move me up, off the love seat. I don’t know if this was a memory, or me going astral or something happening in real time. Somehow I arrived in a pure white room, very bare. I panicked and pulled myself out. When I came to, my heart was racing and I was out of breath. I am unsure if I lost any time.&lt;br /&gt;I head to work, chipper as usual, throwing this ‘experience’ behind me.  A few hours into my shift, Some crazy woman had some mardi gras beads in her hands and she was smiling and giggling to her bf, or husband or whoever it was. They get to the counter and she hands me the beads, saying someone gave them to her and it made her feel happy and lucky. She said she wanted to give the beads to someone and make them happy and lucky too. I am currently wearing the beads. She was a little weird, but very nice…and extremely happy. It gave me a good smile for several hours, and time went by fast, until about 9 PM. A customer was harassed outside the store by a drunken man asking for change. In fear she gave him most of her change and came in the store and told me. I told her I would deny the sale if he came to the register with alcohol. Satisfied, she paid for her beer and drove off. A few minutes later, the drunken man stumbled into the store. Go figure, he went to the beer section, stumbled back to the register, nearly knocking over a few boxes of Dasani 1 liters. I stood there and shook my head firmly and told him “Sir I am not selling you any beer.” He said OK, placed the beer on the counter and wandered out of the store. I saw him for a while after that wandering our parking lot bothering customers. I decided to call the police, and told them about this man. He came out of the Laundromat a few minutes after I hung up with DPS looking very hostile and intimidating, scaring one of our regular customers, she hopped into her car fast and took off, he also scared some young men, they ran away and hid near the restroom of our store, thinking he was going to beat the everlovin s*** out of them. He stepped into the store, looking very angry and demanded what the regular was talking about. I simply said “She was talking to me”. He starts mumbling and slurring, and I told him firmly, “Sir we’re not going to have any problems here, OK?”, and he moves toward the register, and starts mumbling at my coworker, and my coworker was insistent that we didn’t want trouble. He seemed to not calm down, and I was beginning to wonder when he was going to attack one of us (Probably me since I was within reach). Lucky me, a cop car pulled in from out of the blue, and the drunk man went outside to ‘turn himself in’. After that, the night was pretty much dead. The police officer was pretty funny though :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-5984044621747877610?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5984044621747877610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=5984044621747877610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/5984044621747877610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/5984044621747877610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-post-10-10-2007.html' title='Diary post 10-10-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-3790798747686459324</id><published>2007-10-09T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:46:22.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary posts 9-16-2007 to 10-08-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;9-16-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have this weird area near my Raidho tattoo, very pink, starting to get puffy/swollen. It’s happened before on the back of my calf, same leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/wtf/091607beginningburn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-17-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s gotten worse. Very puffy, although the gap in the R is not puffy at all, it seems to only be affecting my tattoo, and the area before it. Not painful, not itchy. No true sign of being bitten by anything. Took a picture of a spider bite I received recently to compare and contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/wtf/091707worseburn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/wtf/Spiderbite.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-18 / 9-19 - 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream...and before then...I had a full body spasm. Maybe I'm just going nuts or something...&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what time it was or if I was dreaming (I might have, but don't remember), I was startled nearly awake by what felt like a full body shiver or shock. I say nearly awake because I couldn't really open my eyes after it, and went immediately back to 'sleep'. It was like someone used some kind of cattle prod or something on my spine...Scared the  shit out of me, but I just fell right back asleep (which is kind of weird in and of itself)...So a while after that, I have this really weird dream, I'm at some big...place, I don’t know how else to describe it, I'm with my bf, but he gets taken off somewhere and I get really depressed about it, but a guy comes up to me, and for a moment he looks like my ex, but then changes to some guy I have no idea who it is, but it’s like he knows me and starts talking to me. He shows a weird kind of interest in me, and leads me off, talking about training for 'military', and I just nod and agree. He keeps going on about training, and then starts talking about emotions. After that I don't remember much of the dream, but I do remember running off, looking for my bf, or someone I knew, running past these strange creatures, trying to distract a person who was chasing after me, he catches up, and turns out to be friendly, wasn’t the guy from the beginning of the dream, but looked almost like him. He leads me to a hidden hallway, and leads me to a room, it's almost like those hallways in a doctors office, with all the doors and such. And there's a table...Not an examining table...it was decorated, and we stayed in there, he was teaching me ...i guess best word to use would be a ritual. I don't know what it was for, but that’s how it came across to me, he let me mess around with the tools and was guiding me into moving correctly...Halfway through I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Injury on my left leg/ankle is fading fast; swelling has decreased, and now appears to be some kind of puncture wound there. It has become more bruised than anything. How can a ‘bite’ turn into a bruise? &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/wtf/091907burnbruisepuncture.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ironically enough Raidho is Norse rune for Chariot/Wagon. It symbolizes: travel, journey, evolution, change of setting; seeking a larger perspective. Rhythm, both personal and worldly, dance of life) I was pulled to this rune when choosing for tattoos. I have Algiz on my other leg (Algiz Upside down peace sign without the Circle: Protection, a shield; The protective urge to shelter oneself or others. Defense; warding off of evil, shield, guardian. Connection with the gods, awakening, higher life. It can be used to channel energies appropriately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-21-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only remember 2 minutes of this dream. I’m in a conference room with a man, one of the two from the last dream, there’s a projection on the wall but I can’t see if it’s blank or there’s something up on it. I realize I’m wearing a hat and I remove it (wtf its one of those military hats), and the man looks at me and says “Thank you”. I get embarrassed and look at him, we end up staring for a few more minutes, then I wake up. I can't remember for the life of me what the color of his eyes were,&lt;br /&gt;which is weird since I figure if you're staring at someones eyes &lt;br /&gt;that long you'd get a good look at the color and remember it. I know&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming before this but I don’t know what I was dreaming about or what lead to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-29-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired as all hell about 8:36 PM. I recline in my chair, and I dozed off for a few minutes. I can normally sleep anywhere, but I was compelled to open my eyes, and i turned my head to the window, I don't know why, and I saw its face.. it had a big head, and its hands were pressed lightly against the window, big eyes...I initially just stared at it, suddenly my heart is racing like I just had the shit scared out of me, facing my computer screen, sitting straight up instead of slouching into the chair like I was when I started dozing off. I was confused and very frightened looking around, a little lost, until I saw the clock on the pc, which said 9 PM. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-30-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinus issues and nosebleeds today -_-. This morning I was awoken by what I thought was a car driving up to my house, but it was like 3-4 am and I know my friends don’t disturb me around that time because for the most part I’m fast asleep. Spoke to Beca today, she’s hinting around that I might be having neurological issues. Also she ragged on me again about our first visit to Roswell (we went to the UFO event in ‘05), and how I was gone for about 3 ½ hours. This makes no freaking sense. Her grandmother had recently evicted some non-rent payers from a house she owned, so it was at the time uninhabited. So, we got to spend the weekend there in an empty house. Actually, it was very fun. I remember getting up one morning, deciding to grab a breakfast sandwich at McDonalds, which was only a minute or 3 away from the house. From what I remember her and my bf at the time were both asleep when I left. I changed my mind while I was driving and decided to head to the Roswell convention center and get some books and check out a few of the booths there. This took me no longer than an hour. I think I bought maybe 2 books, and decided to leave. I did go to McDonalds, ordered a sandwich and a large Root Beer. IIRC I ate the sandwich at McDonalds, but took the drink home, where Beca and my bf were waiting, very irritated with me. I don’t remember ever being out of the house for more than an hour or two at the most. But she swears up and down I was gone 3 ½ hours. Whaaa?&lt;br /&gt;Had a sense of urgency to finish Communion (movie) today. I used to have the book but it disappeared, so I have not been able to read it. Tried 3 other times to watch the movie, all to no avail, I always stopped mid-2/3 of the way through. I was very close to shutting off the media player today. I had to step away and calm myself and go for a walk. I was watching it, I managed to overcome complete fear when the part with his first ‘experience’, when the grey (or rather orange) peeked around the door. Ok, check. Overcame that fear. Everything was going well, I was handling it, until the scene with that robotic creature with the spiral chest and weird hat entered his room, I nearly screamed and I had to pause it I was so fckin terrified, I even started to cry. I really thought I couldn’t handle watching it again. But after calming myself down and taking that walk (mystery in and of itself), I managed to get the courage to continue and I finally finished watching that blasted movie. Sooner or later I need to do the same with Fire in the Sky.&lt;br /&gt;Now, about that walk. Like I said I was pretty upset with the movie, so I put my jeans back on and my sandals (I was in my Pajamas), and decided to walk to the store. I had posted a message on a message board saying I would be right back (it has a thing on it that tells you how long ago the last post was), and headed out. Now the store I walked to is a walk that takes no longer than 2-3 minutes, depending on your walking speed. I live right behind the store. Kid you not. Anyway, I get there, I’m sure I was only there for 10 minutes, seeing what kind of snack I want, and talking to my coworker. I head back and I sit back at the desk and post that I am back on the message board. I then look at when he posted, and the post above his was mine, the one where I said I would BRB, it was posted nearly 30 minutes from when I arrived back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-1-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a huge scratch on my right leg. It’s a very superficial scratch but it hurts deep, which makes no sense at all. Don’t recall any dreams. I keep waking up suddenly in the middle of the night; it takes me such a long time to fall back asleep. What the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-3-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t been having any dreams during my sleep. Weird. I attempted to call a hypnotherapist but all I got was her answering machine. Bf and I have been falling apart lately, and today we started talking again. So that’s good. He said he is supportive of me, which is good too. I still feel like he’s forcing it a little but we’ll see. My co-worker and I saw something neat in the sky. It was heading southwest I think. I originally thought it was a star, but my thought was busted in half by the fact it was blinking. I watched it for a little, but it was moving extremely slow, weirdly enough slower than a plane. I brought my coworker out thinking he might know, but he had no idea and saw it blinking too, it had moved a little from where I first saw it, but nothing amazing. The lights were blinking like a pattern, no red or blue like on a plane/jet. I go back out 40 mins to an hr, it had moved a good distance, but still visible, for a minute. I kept an eye on it for a minute, and it disappeared. I came out after closing and it was nowhere. I dunno what it is, it could be man-made or something. Maybe a satellite. Interesting to see nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-04-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to take care of the cats for four days so, parents brought them by. All in all it’s been a quiet day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-05-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up after a restless sleep. I blame the cats. I did have a dream though which is a change from all the non-dream nights I’ve had. Kept walking down this street to a bar, and I always went and hid in the back and watched TV. I was at another place though earlier, like a house but not really. Becca showed up with James, she was very pregnant, she had brought over a few things and was speaking to me, full of comfort and support. I can’t remember why, and normally she never acts that way which is even weirder. She dropped off a few things for me and headed out the door before me, so once I finished up doing whatever, I had to go find her. I walk back to the bar, munching on a sandwich that was pretty close to falling apart, I turn and on the street I see Vince with Nate, driving up the street. I wave and keep going. I’m almost to the bar and this androgynous person approaches me (I can’t tell if it’s male or female), and asks if I wish to purchase a lottery ticket or a scratcher. I politely tell it no and insist I do not gamble anymore. It keeps insisting I can win 2000 dollars but I shake my head and keep walking. As I walk off I can hear it muttering “But I need to find a bathroom”. I get to the bar, and go off in the back; it’s like a back room, almost empty, the walls are very white, there are interesting plants around the room, and a chair and TV. I sit on the chair, turn on the TV and wake up.&lt;br /&gt;After coming home from work, I’ve remembered a few details of this dream. I wrote the points down more like bulletin points instead of complete sentences so I will try to put them back together again.&lt;br /&gt;When I say bar, I thought it was a bar of some sort, because of the entrance. It was an open air entrance, with a bar-railing in front of the opening. I don’t remember anything inside though, except the bare room. The room was white…so white it was almost blinding. It looked as if there were some plant tendrils, like the ones you hang from the ceiling. Again, I do not remember the inside of the building. I entered and in a heartbeat I was in the white room. I sat on something, although when I entered again I could not find any chair, but I sat in where I thought the chair would be, and viola I sat upon an invisible chair.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Nate and Vince in the car on the street heading the other way. They waved at me, but were generally not that great looking impersonators (IMO).&lt;br /&gt;The androgynous person was tall and spindly, very thin, arms very, very skinny. I can’t remember if it had hair though.&lt;br /&gt;The hypnotherapist called earlier today while I was at work. She had a family emergency but said she would try to call me Sunday or Monday to see what’s going on and discuss if its worth it. I need to see if she’s worth her salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-08-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8:30 or so to my phone ringing. It was the hypnotherapist in Tularosa. Apparently she’s been doin hypnotherapy for 22 years or so. She wants $75 a session, and only goes to her Tularosa one on Wednesdays. I asked her about her beliefs in UFOs, she said she believes in them, she answered with a lot of emotion. I then asked her about abductees. She said she’s worked with two about 10 yrs ago, one was very true, while the other was “very murky”. So, she’s had some experience dealing with experiencers, but not enough to be biased. –I’ll write more later.&lt;br /&gt;Funny bit of synchronicity just now. I was reading a Wiki for “UFO’s in Fiction”, mentioned an episode of Star Trek, titled "&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow is Yesterday&lt;/i&gt;”. “The Enterprise is mistaken for a large UFO by the US Air Force, and almost shot down by a fighter jet” (A TOS episode). I thought I heard my parents coming up the drive so I turned off my monitor and looked out; no one was there, just a car passing by. I sighed and sat on the loveseat and turned on the TV. Once the commercial ended, G4 put Star Trek back on. The episode? Tomorrow is Yesterday. Effin weird!!&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Las Cruces. We left around 3:35-3:40. Normally when I go to Cruces or El Paso, and I am not driving I will “Nap”, although I’m sure technically it is not a nap. I’m aware, at least audibly aware, my eyes are closed and I believe now that I enter more of a trance/meditation state instead of napping. Today was one of the more weirder ones. I am not sure if it was a data download or my own mental processes unlocking hidden memories. I enter this state, and instead of relaxing, something 'clicks' on, I see brightness in my closed eyes. Soon I begin seeing planets, planets turning into galaxies, like I am traveling past them. Then in a flash I see a grey in front of me (thank you for letting me see you finally, I think to myself). Back to more planets and galaxies. It is very awe inspiring. I see shapes and symbols, but I can’t remember what they were. They were very blurry. In another flash, I see a tuft of hair, I can’t make it out, so it is shown to me several times, each time I can see more of it….it’s a baby!! Its hair is actually kind of long for an infant, and very wild. It is considerably smaller than a normal infant, I wondered if&lt;br /&gt;something was wrong with it. A grey puts it in my arms, and I hold it for a time, until flash again, and it’s a mushroom cloud? What? I then realign myself and wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-3790798747686459324?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3790798747686459324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=3790798747686459324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/3790798747686459324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/3790798747686459324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-posts-9-16-2007-to-10-08-2007.html' title='Diary posts 9-16-2007 to 10-08-2007'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289071970171479741.post-7015960549622150388</id><published>2007-10-09T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:28:39.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Posts from 2-20-1998 to 3-20-1999</title><content type='html'>This is very short and to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-20-1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to New Mexico!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-24-1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been too preoccupied to write, sorry. Oh, the computer jammed up Sunday, and I fixed it yesterday. I get to go online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-21-1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEK! I was trying to find something of mine and decided to check the middle bedroom. So I opened the door and “&lt;i&gt;fwoom&lt;/i&gt;” there was a bright white light from inside. I didn’t take the time to look, I just shut the door. A couple of seconds later, I looked in and it was dark. I think I did the right thing, shutting the door. I don’t think they’re going to give up yet though. They know I have to go to sleep sometime. I wish I was awake though, so I could give them hell. If I had a choice I would definitely put up a fight! Well, I’m going to go, I’m very tired…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-5-1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel funny today. I don’t know what’s up, but I just feel weird, like when they are coming, or are near. I am also sick (cold).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-16-1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4 days left until I move, going to watch a ball game with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-12-1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4-5 days ago I had a dream that there was a plane crash in water. There were no survivors. 2 Days ago there was a plane crash near Nova Scotia in the ocean and there were no survivors. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-15-1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think they came for me again. I could feel their presence. Right now, I really don’t want to admit to it. I feel like an outsider, like I never fit in, and I feel like a loony. I don’t want to be a loony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-15-1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird day! I was online speaking to my friend Rachel (my best friend in CA). She seemed a little disturbed, and I asked her if she was OK. She told me that she could feel them near, ironically enough so could I. She said they took her and took me as well. I was just kind of feeling a little skeptical but she’s my best friend…She then told me she had a dream in which we were both 10 yrs old, and I was trying to reach out to her but I couldn’t because they were in the way. She then started to cry….I don’t even know where to begin, but I believe it deep down. I’m tired. Off to bed I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-6-1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my cold came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-10-1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m worried because I’ve been having headaches and dizziness. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-20-1999&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was freaky. I woke up between 1 and 3 am because I heard a *click* like my door was being shut. I was worried and confused. It may have to do with these people I see often. These people are in black robes, and they’re very scary. They hang around my bed a lot. It’s like, you wake up in the middle of the night, and they’re just there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289071970171479741-7015960549622150388?l=chorusofstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7015960549622150388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289071970171479741&amp;postID=7015960549622150388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/7015960549622150388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289071970171479741/posts/default/7015960549622150388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorusofstars.blogspot.com/2007/10/diary-posts-from-2-20-1998-to-3-20-1999.html' title='Diary Posts from 2-20-1998 to 3-20-1999'/><author><name>Gir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801860486099749127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/gir_the_hobbit/915555b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
