There was one dream in particular that I had during this time, which was highly dramatic. I found myself returning to this same house over and over again, and each time I would run up the stairs, into the bathroom and then make a precipitous jump through the bathroom window to a ledge on the other side.
Even though it was highly dangerous, for some reason I felt compelled to keep doing it over and over again. After about four times, I realized that if I was willing to go through the rest of the house, there might be a way for me to get to the other side without making the dangerous jump.
Just as I was about to run up the stairs again, I stopped and walked into the living room, quite to the surprise of the young African-American girl who had been watching me each time.
"Hi, I’m David Wilcock," I said to the girl, slightly out of breath. "Do you mind if I take a look around?"
"No, that’s okay, David. In fact, we’ve been expecting you already for quite some time."
I was puzzled. "What do you mean by that," I asked her? "Well, I’m really not supposed to say anything about this," she responded, "but the extraterrestrials are working here right now to build up this house, and they know that you’re here."
"Come on, give me a break. You’re telling me that there are extraterrestrials in this house right now?"
"Yes, David, there are. If you walk over into the far hall to the left, you just might see them while they are working."
"This is too outrageous to believe. I’m going to go over and take a look for myself."
another long corridor. At the end of the corridor there was a waist-high barricade, and I went over it.
Going into an adjoining, unfinished room, I looked out of what was going to become a window later on. There to my surprise and amazement were about eight Grey-style extraterrestrials, all doing construction work on this house! They seemed to be bathed in a brilliant, deep-blue light, and their skin was also somewhat blue. They were erecting a massive chandelier in the room as well as several other fancy touches, like a black-marble bathroom with golden fixtures. It was quite stunning to watch them work.
I was aware of the danger from the forces in the government around observing the behavior of these extraterrestrials. None of the neighbors surrounding this house were supposed to see what was going on.
And yet, there was a building to my far left, and in it I could suddenly see a man watching them, as equally amazed as I was. And then quite abruptly as I watched, men in military fatigues came up to the man with machine guns and led him away at gunpoint.
I very quickly left the area, not wanting to be spotted by the same forces. The ET’s seemed to keep on working regardless of this government presence. Then, when I went back into the main room, I ran into a woman who I recognized as a wealthy and prominent friend of my father’s. To make a long story short, this woman was extending me an opportunity to work at their facility — which would ultimately mean that I might be working with the extraterrestrials.
There was a part of me that really wanted to say yes, but then in the dream I seemed to remember that I had made a promise to pick up a different Oriental female friend of mine in a little red car.
I knew that this Oriental female was my girlfriend and we were in love, and she would be very upset with me if I did not meet with her on time. So, I forlornly agreed to pass up the opportunity to work in the house, trying to feel excited about my imminent reunion with my girlfriend. The woman seemed very disappointed, telling me that they "really needed me" there at the house. As I prepared to leave, I noticed that the television was on. It appeared to be some sort of horror movie, taking place in a long tunnel that was fashioned out of cobblestones.
Flaming torches were evenly mounted along the walls of this tunnel, about every fifteen feet, and in between each set of torches was a body, mostly decaying and chained up by the wrists. As I continued to watch this scene, suddenly I found myself directly in it!
I could feel the oppressive heat and darkness in the tunnel. It was as if I was in some sort of purgatory in hell. And at the very far end of the tunnel, there was a longhaired male figure also hanging in chains, who looked remarkably like Jesus!
I suddenly heard a terrible voice echo through the hallway.
superceded your own. You will do as I say."
I turned my head quickly and realized that the evil one was cloaked in flowing black cloth, many small pieces of it. He clutched a scepter in his left hand that came up to a stylized skeletal claw hand that held a crystal ball.
His face could not be seen, but the prominent feature was that his head was a dressed-up horse skull with big horns at the top. As soon as he uttered this terrible sentence, he thrust the scepter forward, and the scene changed back to Solomon.
Now, I felt like I was even more a part of the scenery, and I was now hovering in front of the chained spiritual figure.
Suddenly and without warning, a series of perhaps thirteen thick, two-inch metal bars popped through Solomon’s body, causing blood to gush out! The bars were at all different heights and angles, and they went straight through, causing Solomon to cry and wail pathetically, like a small child. The horse-headed demon continued talking, and suddenly I realized that I was now super-sized, holding this human in my hands and carefully trying to stick pins through the human’s flesh properly.
I was trying to make sure that I did each puncture exactly right, but as I drove the needles through, I would feel the rush of incredible pain within my own body.
I was shocked awake with a thought that was more of a psychic impression than a physical sentence, but it translated into "You are the one who is stabbing yourself."
I knew that this had to do with my relationship with Yumi and my need to stand up for myself. Furthermore, I realized that it was saying that Yumi’s insistence on having all of my free time was now standing in the way of the UFO research that I was trying to accomplish.
For whatever reason, the forces in the dream made it sound like they "really needed me" in this bizarre house where all the construction was going on. At the time I originally had this dream, I was not open enough to acknowledge the deepest possibilities of the message, which would be that the
extraterrestrials had given me this dream and were telling me of their desire to work with me. Much more time would go by before I had figured all of this out.