I have long dreams all night but this scene at the very end, before I awaken, stands out:
The sensation is that of my childhood. The room I am in feels like the south corner of the family living room, near the door connected to the side entry and kitchen. The tones look like those viewed on an early color television. Slightly muted, a bit pink in hue.
Two old wooden televisions are set against the 60s-era beige wall. They are identical, the same model, pushed closely together like a pair of eyes. I scribble acronyms with crayons onto each screen, duplicating on the right TV what I scribe onto the left TV: UFO, ET, etc. I wipe some letters off, and then replace them with different combinations. UFO is the last set of letters I remember writing before I wake up.
Day notes:
The first thing that came to my waking mind was the word “channel.” I am going to attend a channeling session at Carondolet next Saturday by a friend of Eric C. named Kelly Thebo. She channels a group of aliens called “The Collective.” I will ask them about my childhood dreams and experiences with ETs.