Lost in translation(s)

Mudi decided that he needed fresh air. Leaving the lab he was met with the cool fall breeze of the desert wind. The night sky was like liquid crystal obsidian peppered with salt. Fred already felt better as he meandered away from the offensive orange and white lights of the street lamps and headed out towards the dark. He wanted to see the stars without all the light pollution. He walked out into the desert plain for nearly 15 minutes or so, smoking a cig before his phone chimed into the symphony of silence.

It was his KnightTech. App but for some reason the app skin was lime green, instead of its usual gray, blue and black theme. Suspicious but more perplexed he swiped it open followed by the simple ACSII image and a message:

--- Your interception of the Russian Coms has illustrated the public and private failure of your A.I. language fundamentals. These programming flaws have manifested in the form of translation bugs, non sequiturs, dead ends, or nonsensical gibberish that actually may be an indication of corporate/governmental tampering. Sometimes called ‘cross cultural censorship’ or ‘digital culture jamming’. For a truly global civilization to arise, these syntax issues must be cross examined and corrected, possibly even regulated. If your mathematics cannot communicate precisely with all languages, either written or spoken, then how will your A.I. be able to communicate to other bots from foreign countries and report back to you? This is a predictable and catastrophic failure doomed to transpire unless addressed promptly---

Lost in translation.

---HEX---


Sudden Fred heard a male voice in his head. In a clear, crisp, white American accent, a man of about 30 spoke to him the following:

“This is Hex. Do you understand?”

Taken aback but not overwhelmed, Fred simply nodded.

“Good. Please listen closely. Is the man walking the dog or is the dog walking the man? What if I told you there is no leash?”

Suddenly Fred found himself talking aloud. While speaking he realized subconsciously that Hex had triggered the release of some long buried or repressed memories. He was rather comforted while imagining that this was nothing more than unloading on some therapist in Malibu rather than spilling his guts to a cold, yet calculating alien computer.


“The zombie theme is key. I have always said that "we" (the taxpayers, low to middle classes) are the zombies in waiting. If food or water is disrupted for more than two weeks or so, expect the brain eaters to come shuffling down the streets, trying to devour you or your children... maybe that's why there have so many movies concerning zombies since 2000. Just allow me to recall an assortment from recent memory:

Dead Meat (2004), Resident Evil (2002), Mutant Zone (2001), Zombie Strippers (2008), Deadgirl (2009), Dance of the Dead (2008), Land of the Dead (2005), Dawn of the Dead (2004), Zombieland (2009), Shaun of the Dead (2004), Walking Dead (2010) etc., etc, etc...”

“I have experienced many Zombie dreams and it is perhaps part of the reason I still have insomnia. To be fair I know that many contend that all dreams are just conjecture, projections of our subconscious desires, fears or emotional states... I understand that, but I also understand the pineal gland, DMT, out of body experiences, astral planes, ghost, spirits, orbs, demons, angels and remote viewing... any open scientific mind cannot ignore so much viable evidence in each respective field. Science is nowhere near cracking the laws of dreams, all they can do is monitor body functions and brainwave patterns, they cannot see what the dreamer sees nor can they predict what comes into the mind at any given moment (unless provoked artificially, i.e. electronically or educed by pharmacological means)”.

“I will agree that some dreams are nothing more than psychological "kick-back" but I dare say that they are rare for "true dreamers" (those who are spirituality inclined and are aware of their higher dimension potential, those who are true seekers, alien contactees, abductees, occultist, drug users and "open minded" people) People who are overly skeptical, atheist, many mainline scientist, and naysayers in general have already closed the doors to higher dimensions and so never cross the threshold of "the otherside". Although some close-minded people might see the otherside in their dreams, they fail to recognize it for what it is... a vision for you and you alone. Only the dreamer can understand their own dreams and many times, understanding a dream is hard or near impossible even for seasoned "visionaries/conscious dreamers". I never really know the whole story behind the motivations for my dreams but usually I come back with a morality lesson.”

1.) About two months ago, I had woken into a dream where I was outside with an old friend who I have not seen, nor spoken to in over 15 years. His name is Joey. It was night and Joey and I where outside the front of his house. He and I were both in a state of fear. Something was wrong. I could hear other people in the distance, shouting and yelling around, like they where looking for something or someone. A man kept yelling in the distance, I could not see him but I knew he was in the wood line up on the ridge of the hill. He seemed to be trying to organize people into a group or something. Immediately after that realization, a large flash of light in the sky grabbed my attention as I watched a large passenger plane, aflame, hurtling across the sky, in a collision course with Earth. From the upper right, a flaming streak of plane crossed diagonally to my left, crashing in a huge explosion on Joey's neighbors house. The next thing I know, the fire from the plane had caught the surrounding fields on fire. People where running to and fro and I too felt panicked as I tried to find an escape route from the flames.... I awoke to my alarm, recalling the vivid flames and surreal detail of that "crazy nightmare".

2.) When I was in the Army (2003), I made a pit stop in Ramstein Germany, before eventually being deployed to Iraq. In this dream, I found myself on the Ramstein airfield. I was with a few people who I identified as "friendly" but I do knot know who they where. It was day time and a few clouds where in the sky. I had my hand up, shielding my eyes from the sun as I watched two military jets in the distance. I remember that I wanted to see if they where spraying chemtrails. As I watched these two jets move from my left to right, another plane, at the same altitude came speeding up to, then passing the other planes at a high rate of speed. I remember how odd the plane was. It was spraying and second; it was spinning, like an American football through the air. I quickly deduced that neither human plane, nor pilot that I know of can handle those types of G-forces. I assumed it was a UFO. As I watched these three planes passed behind the clouds to my right, then I noticed the orbs. Well, not orbs like in ghost photos but orbs like glowing pearls in the sky. I deuced these to be shielded or plasma craft. There where three of them in a triangular formation. My ‘friends’ and I pointed in excitement as we pondered what they where. Just then, an older plane, WW2 era, still unidentified, came out of the clouds in a nose dive straight for the earth! We watched in horror and were surprised to learn this "plane" had nose-dived into a large lake just beyond our sight over the saddle of the mountain (which is non-existent in Rammstein). Instantly I "knew" that the plane had not crashed but had actually landed at the secret base at the bottom of the lake.

Just then another plane, a C17A was heard then seen racing out of the clouds at my 2 o’clock. Its angle, speed and approach where inescapable. I looked behind me for an escape route. Across the plaza there was a building. No time!

BOOM!


Within nano seconds I turned to see the explosion and the plane was on fire, billowing black smoke and sliding at a high rate of speed directly towards me. The right outermost engine on the planes left wing came roaring towards my face, getting bigger, bigger then

BLAM.

I was awake.

Planes are falling out of the sky. In both dreams I felt as if the nature of the incidents were electronic and/or electromagnetic malfunctions due to solar activity.

3.) Night time, someplace out in a large clearing in the woods. It’s cold. There are random people roaming around. Big canvas tents held down with yellow ropes. People wearing blankets like cowls or ponchos. Some want food and water, others seem lost disoriented, sad and depressed. Multicultural mix of people. Then the lines. Long lines of people being sorted for this or that. I try to escape but am followed into the woods. I resorted to assailing the person following me with a large tree branch to escape into the blackness of the woods… weird shit. Then I awoke."


Mudi looked around. How did he get here? He was sitting at his desk but he could of swore he was just staring out at Bootes in the cool, night sky.

Devil's Cemetery

Russian report:
Something Not From this Earth is in the Skies and Waters of Russia
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XImMb9XyldI