A Spacefarer's Journal

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.