DarkoMarco

Okay, so it is 1/20/12 and I had this dream two days ago.

I dreamt that I walked into a brick and mortar shop with the purpose of forming a basketball league. I was exited about actually playing instead of playing fantasy basketball.
I then began to notice the older gentlemen sitting behind the counter.
As I began focusing on one, (he kind of looked like a less malevolant Henry Kissinger) I could see a series of encounters he had with what I can only call MIB, but I could just as easily call them descendents of the Annunaki who I thought lived underground, but in this dream it seemed this folks lived out of sinc with time as we know it. That's why we would never find them if we tried.
I saw the (henry Kissinger) character in his pursuits to study these folks, he proceded to gather data and attempt to expose them and everytime he got close, one of these beings would step out of time and change something about his time line, thus thwarting his attempts.
In one of the instances, I became him, the year was 1972, I was in a dark movie theatre and I had information that I knew would expose these folks, but then out of no-where a MIB dressed in a black suite and black fidora walked past me at a blinding speed, knocking me back, distorting time and conveying this message, "we can kill you anytime we want, desist your attempts or we will", it was at this point that the Henry Kissinger character gave up his pursuits of this folks.
Now I am back in his shop again, disengaged from his life and he walks up to me and states "do you really want to see what they look like"?
And I saw them as alabaster white figuires whose skin would seem like concrete to us because of the time distortion between us.
Something about how we move in slow motion in comparison.
The Henry Kissinger character then showed me what he considered the only way to kill one, and he handed me a knife that seemed to have a tibetan sacrificial slant to it.
It had threee heads on the hilt all looking away from the center of the knife. It wasn't this, but this is a dead ringer for it. Especially how dull the blade is.

The actual heads on the knife looked a lot more like the cover of the album 10,000 days by tool. Here is the shot I am thinking about.


So the Henry Kissinger guy hands me the knife and then shows me a miniture version of one of these Annunaki hybrids who are who knows how old.
He is in the glass case of the store front and only about a foot long, laying in a state of suspended animation, not really consious.
But the little guy is like stone and instead of stabbing it, I'm chipping at it.
I realize the thing is alive, and that even though it is a foot tall it could kill me if it woke up, but it doesn't wake up.
So I continue to chip away at it.

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This dream sat with me for a while, and I'm writing it down because I think I have an idea what it means.
I have been ingaged in decalcyfing my pineal gland for a few weeks now.
Taking iodine, drinking distilled water, and well I think this dream was trying to tell me this stuff is working.
Also there seems to be a conspiracy theory theme, in the hybrid Annunaki, the MIB, or the Illuminati being the forces responsible for implementing a calcifying effect on our pineal gland in the first place.
Okay, that is all I have.
Thanks