Dwight S. Huggins
The dreams chronicle the author's dream encounters with Extra-Humans; commonly referred to as ETs, which were audio recorded over a decade. There are two volumes to this work with the remaining dream encounters with Extra-Humans; EHs appearing in A Spacefarer's Journal II. These encounters occurred exclusively in the dreamtime, and attest to the potential for human growth and understanding of our place in the universe, by being attuned and open to experiencing contact. These dreams serve to validate our emerging awareness globally that we are not alone in the cosmos. Above all else, as in Human society there are only two ways to perceive and react to all intelligent Extra-Human life; lovingly or fearfully. Sweet dreams...
Dwight S. Huggins was born in Nevis in 1960, and is Human. Dwight lives currently in Canada has travelled extensively, and travelled even more extensively in consciousness while being fully submerged in the dreamtime at which time he has had many encounters with myriad Extra-Human intelligences throughout the cosmos. Dwight is Human, not a hybrid, not part of a migration from the Pleiades, not a reptoid, not a reptoid hybrid, not afflicted by religiosity of any kind and plans to keep it safely that way. Dwight loves trees and is proud of his sense of humour.
Sa 16/9/89 Ar: Dream one. I'm in a tropical setting at night time on an earthen road with large soulful trees on either side of the road. Here again it seemed like a strip of land, but down the ground school on the lower field, where you could walk but no cars could go and there were trees and then below that was the cliff, and the ocean.
I'm standing in the middle of the streets and I hear a distant thunder and it rolls. The sound is alien yet familiar, soon a large shadow approaches from the left to the right before me overhead.
Then there it was, a large bomber aircraft from the WWII era, but it is gray to platinum, and of a steel-like element that is otherworldly; Extra-Human. It's organic and the lines are very sleek, art deco, and aerodynamic.
It's got a tiered glassed in cockpit right in the front like those old large bomber fighters. But it's got an unusually short body and a very large wingspan, one that is not unlike the stealth bomber's.
But then at the rear instead of having one tail, it has a two-tailed system, and there are no rudders for the tails. Instead there is a series of three silver or platinum rings and then from these grow a large long black cone shaped aft section. It's a black that is glossy and very solid, yet it almost seems to be black light in fact.
It's as if this is where the engines are. The jet craft; or rather spacefaring EHV, was moving very slowly as though if it were moving any slower it would simply fall from the sky. You simply can't put it any other way. It was very knowing and almost sentient this craft.
It passed over the trees and as it kept on going it kept on coming down out of the sky, more and more as though it would crash into the bosom of the ocean. It was interesting seeing this craft and I was not fearful at all on seeing it. I was simply silently observant of it.
