Date: April 20th, 2019
Type: CE4, CE5
Location: Los Angeles, CA, 90023
Time of Incidents: 5:30am
Attempted Time of Sleep: 1:00am
State of Mind Before: Sad, Lonely, Extremely Depressed
(Me)/In Pain, Depressed (Aunt)/???(Wolfbrother)
State of Mind After: Apathy to Very Depressed to Apathy (Me)/Nervous, Scared (Aunt)???(Wolfbrother)
Odd occurrences before: Disruptive Sleeping, Insomnia, Full Moon, Tooth fell out, Issues with Wolfbother
Odd occurrences after: None
The day before yesterday was very stressful as I was trying my best to get my wolfbrother medical aid. We spent 9 hours in the ER. Because of insurance issues, he is being bounced in the system...despite have three gaping large holes on his body at critical areas. We have jumped through hoops and the system doesn't care, in addition a tooth fell out for me, I didn't make it an issue and held myself since he was most important.
Yesterday since I did not hear from anyone I tried to rest balancing my obligations. My sleeping schedule is a complete mess, only taking cat naps here and there, my body getting high fevers just feeling depressed as usual, especially even more with the tooth issue.
For the most part last night, despite the tossing and turning and waking up.... I was relaxed. even though I got the warning of "We are coming". Either I was tired and didn't care or just physically exhausted. The following episode happens after 5:30am around the fourth time I awoke.
When I went to sleep I was thrown into a dream full of fractured memories. I was in the fake part of Montebello, I instantly knew by looking at the compressed and long version of Beverly Blvd that I seen many times. Most of the individuals from my elementary school where there. Frank kept wondering where we were and told him in "fake" Montebello. It was strange since his house is not part of this landscape.
He was very angry and antagonistic, then made a statement as ti why was I here as he would obviously be chosen for his superior intellect. I said retorted, I don't care and this is something you don't want to be chosen for. We were both escorted to a home/school/Baskin Robbins were my 8th grade teacher and a few other students were. There was a lesson going on telling us the difference between a military abduction versus an alien abduction. The military cannot use psychic communication, and often will use imagery and symbols to convey instructions. They showed a number of common images and slides. They cannot communicate and will leave very hazy memories. We will leave clear memories, but you as an individuals must be able to process. Many of you will not remember this as it is too traumatic, here are two examples Frank and .... he went in, but I heard my aunt scream.
It shifted to my home and I went directly to my aunts room. Frank was disoriented as he was not there in that other places and had asked what happened. I said "Stay here in the kitchen. If you want to go home, wake up or concentrate on someplace you like. You are smart enough to figure that out right?". Of course he didn't listen to me and followed me. In my aunts room was a wicker basket with snails hanging on the ceiling, and a very muscular good looking guy in white shirts and jeans. The Wicker Baskets and Snails, didn't look like that..it kept switching between an image of a pulsating growth on the ceiling with multiple eyes. I got a bucket and broom and scrapped it and cut the wire and burned it outside. Frank was behind me but dumbfounded. The muscular guy who I was ignoring cause he was very hot came up to me. "You can see me right? I know you are seeing the rest of this and your friend looks as if he is in shock. You can call me Captain Mar.... no that is silly... oh well... Captain Marville? To prove this is real I am putting $50 dollars in your wallet. When you wake up, check." I just nodded and listened, also was just so lonely I wanted to be in his arms as well. "We haven't forgotten about you both. Your wolfbrother is in a mess of his own, and we are glad you are by his side. Things are getting complicated and you have to come back/home with us. We need you to try and help him, but if he want commit just let him go and we will just have to mark him off as a failure". At that point I hear my wolfbrother.
I shift to a parking lot and meet my wolfbrother's parents. His mom is happy I am there and urges me to help them find my wolfbrother. His dad is trying to tell his mom "Something is wrong. This is not the real place. We shouldn't be here. I want to go back". She is not listening and we go into the supermarkets. His Dad doesn't like it hear and keeps saying "This is not what it looks like we gotta go". Eventually I find me my wolfbrother in a dentist office within the supermarket. There is a smiling man there with my wolfbrother on the table. It looks at me and it powers down. His mom and Dad come in, happy that I found him. I tell them "You have to leave now. It is not safe. Take him and go". Either the smiling man comes to life or the scene changes, but I am on the chair now. The room is a small cube with a dentist chair, monitor, and space for a four people to stand by the door. everything is white and cream. The man introduces himself as Captain Marvelous, and he is a radio talk show host. A man in a suit, greyish earth tones....with a neat small mustache, Caucasian, and black hair slicked back...almost like in the 40's style. He goes for my wallet and removes the $50 bill stating "None of that now, as it is you are far more trouble than expected". He starts to come up to me and asks about the videos. I do not answer. He wants to know what I have seen and the monitor begins to play. He does comment that there is a lot of stuff, and how could I be resisting...but I am curious what he wants to see so I ease up. The monitor begins to show Point of View scenes, mostly my memories of when "they" would come. Most of the scenes were of them dragging me out of bed, out of the room, out from under the bed, and was hands and feet. There were a few scenes in which no one was there and I was moving around, either trying to hide or just walking. He seemed perplexed that these scenes were in there. What was more concerning to him were the POV scenes that were clearly not mine. These were at the beach, and a different home. It was not me and I was aware of this too. Mine would still show up and then switch over to theirs, then there were some that were both of our POVs at the same time in the same location. I hear "Not possible with this kind". He also seem bothered/interested when the POV switched to unknown origin giving a different perspective. The scenes he was most concerned about were when more than just the hands and feet were shown, when there was clear shots of the individuals who dragged me off and of a craft. I woke up.
The scene that sticks out most which was not me, was when this person was at the beach. They were young, maybe between 6-8 and they were playing near the breakwater. It was mostly walking along the shore as the waves would lap. From the rocks a humanoid being, similar to the faceless beige mannequins came out. I message of don't be alarms was broadcasted. The person back up and turned, but soon fell forward. A pair of hands quickly turned him over as the being walked toward him. The being looked to see if he was ok and look toward two other behind. They walked into the surf, dragging along the person. The person was floating on the water, their head lock upwards so not to swallow water, being moved feet first. you could see three to four of them escorting him, keep a distance of two feet. They appeared to be walking on water and were slowly approaching a craft, it was cream color and blended into the horizon rather well. It seemed ceramic and from the distance from shore you'd think it was just a cloud because it blended in so well. A platform descended from the craft, which had a reddish brown interior of what could be seen. It was very quick as all of as approached the platform and was raised up into it.
