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Do members of the monarchy give up their power this easily? Especially dyed in the wool members of the Bilderberg Group? I think she's scared, personally. Something's about to go down.

Dutch Queen Beatrix expected to abdicate throne for her son: reports | CTV News

A being came into my room last night and holographically showed me a tortoise?!

He was tall, in a robe, with big bug like eyes, but it's hard to say what he looked like-- he told me it was "time" and I demanded to know who he was and he said "It's not important" and then I struggled to get off the bed and argued with him that if he couldn't tell me who he was, I wasn't going to participate, and he said more insistantly "YOU SAID YOU WOULD LIE BACK DOWN, I NEED TO GIVE YOU MORE INFORMATION NOW" and then I felt this gentle push on my chest from an invisible hand and I was lying on the bed again. I felt no fear, and suddenly I realized somehow he "was who he said he was" and was not an agent.

 He then activated some kind of hologram and a kind of invisible screen popped up and showed me all these geometric shapes floating in front of my eyes, this time it was triangles and I think squares. Then the shapes faded (or morphed? I couldn't tell) into this giant transparent tortoise, and I was fascinated with its shell, and as I stared at the shell, the angle of the tortoise changed from a horizontal view to the top of its shell looking down on it, and each facet of the shell began to light up each segment -- I somehow knew each section of the shell was "information".

Then the tortoise turned into flowers: giant, undulating calla lilly types; then suddenly neat rows of spring flowers against a low-lying picket fence, kind of like snow drops or lilly of the valley or blue bells- the small springtime ones that cluster and grow with big, generous flared leaves at their base.

Then, it all swirled together and he and the images were gone and I fell asleep immediately and had some WEIRD vivid dreams.

In one of them,  I had a mother with two mixed race children (my half siblings)and she was kind of crazy-- driving too fast on this winding highway overlooking what looked like a lush, green, tree-filled sound in the Pacific Northwest-- the two brothers were sitting next to her in the front seat and I was sitting in the back. It kind of reminded me of when I briefly lived in Seattle in the early 90s, and I remember telling her to slow down with the driving but she wouldn't stop speeding.

Then the dream switched and I suddenly started eating Ziploc plastic bags!!! About 8 or 10 of them! They were the half gallon kind with a bumpy "zipper" appendage attached.  I could feel them in my digestive tract, moving slowly as I swallowed each one  -- I particularly remember the bumpy hard plastic "zipper" parts of the bags bumping up and pressing against my right side of my large intestine.

Then I was at some kind of hotel where a sales group was giving an annual awards show and Bill Ryan from Project Camelot had entered his name in some kind of raffle and they called his name and he for some reason had this really hard time getting up to the podium to accept his prize, lol.

I remember urging him to hurry or they would go on to the next person and then I woke up.

He never reached the podium.