After I awoke up from this dream, I ask God, “What can we do to stop this from happening?”

On the 9^th of June, 2023 after 7:51pm on a Friday, I woke up from a very traumatic dream I had had.

At the initial stage of this dream, I thought it was a normal dream so I almost forgot it. It started when I saw myself on UG, Legon campus, precisely by Jean Nelson hall. A lady I knew was telling me how she wanted to go into the hall, but couldn’t pass through the porter’s lodge, so thankfully, she used a scaffolding which was against the building to climb to I think the 5^th floor to see someone. (In reality, Jean Nelson Aka Hall doesn’t have a 5^th floor).

She did climb the scaffolding. I saw her climb, and she made it to her destination. Then a popular Ghanaian female actress whom this lady who climbed the scaffolding wanted to go and see in Jean Nelson hall came rushing down to where the scaffolding was; there I was also standing. I think she came to tell us that the lady who had climbed to the 5^th floor needed metallic pins. The metallic pins were already on the wood of the scaffolding right before my eyes. The lady who was to pick it up rushed through picking up the pins, and then left two pins behind; an office pin, and a hemming pin. The hemming pin had a short thread in it.

The lady who took the pins left in a hurry before the popular Ghanaian actress could even tell her she had left some pins. The actress and I looked at each other in shock as if telling each other through body language, “she messed up.”

There was a scene in the dream where when the lady who climbed the scaffolding was running through the stair case to get to the popular actress I think, but the actress’ friends came to call her and pull her downstairs. So, this lady and the actress missed each other by a floor (of steps).

The dream moved to a quieter scene where someone was asking me to predict the men she had dated. I think I knew something so I tried guessing the answer. Every name I mentioned, I drew a colorful lesser than sign on the card of a box. After I had guessed the three people I thought I knew, but all my answers were wrong, I started to randomly mention names. Whenever I mentioned a name, I drew a lesser than sign. I stopped drawing, and then turned the card over in a vertical way. It turned out that I had beautifully drawn a colorful root of a tree. I manually completed the tree with a stem, and branches.

The dream moved to another phase where I was called to help with an ‘interview’. While standing there to help, I found myself correcting/revealing the lies /errors in the interview ‘report’ during the interview. Then I came back to the room where I had sat to draw the colorful root. The room had a big and long glass ‘window’ which was like a wall.

When I came back to that room, I wanted to report the errors I had found in the interview to the humans who were in that room too, but chaos was already having its way there: There was a big flood, and the room which I thought I was standing in felt like Noah’s ark, just that this time around, people were rather walking out of the tiled room into the ‘destructive’ flood water outside, and some were also falling (and rolling on the floor) into the flood. I managed to tell a man who was standing by me something little about the interview, and also told him to grab a big book which was rolling away into the water. The book seems to be like a biography about his life, or a book of life kind of thing. I, on the other hand held on to the image of the tree I had drawn. Just that this time, the card looked bigger like an A3 size, and I had drawn big circles on the branches to signify fruits I guess.

The flood was intense. Apart from the man whom I was standing with, there was another ‘human-like’ entity with us which I knew was an alien. It was speaking something to us, and acting like a company (companion) to us. While it spoke to us, it walked towards the door of the room. I followed it as it spoke. I had the intentions of following it till it got out of the door, and then I will push it into the flood because, I didn’t want it to procreate with mankind, else it would be disastrous. But this alien being seems to have caught up on my thoughts.

When it finally got outside, just in the middle of the space outside, I pushed it as I had thought, but it was immovable like a rock. When I sensed the mess I had put myself in, I run back to the door, but it caught up with me. It stood by me, and held my neck from my back, warning me to never try that ever again. Its grip was like a rock: I couldn’t move, I couldn’t defend/save myself. It was then I realized that this being wasn’t just an alien (flesh-like), it was a robot with alien abilities (robotic alien).

Like the saying goes, “if you can’t beat them, just join them.” I didn’t join them, but I had to conform: I had to follow their rules so that I will live. I tell you what, it wasn’t a comfortable feeling. It was like slave trade.

This robotic alien then told us that it has a ‘mother’ who can save us while we are in this room amidst the flood. I began looking around to predict where in the flood this ‘mother being’ would come from. Without any response from us, this robotic alien ‘called forth’ a being, and this ‘mother being’ appeared through the window, the glass wall. It appeared in a disc like space ship.

The robotic alien introduced this new thing to us as its mother who would save us. I started to back off from the glass wall when this alien object appeared. I retreated to stand close to the sofa I had sat in earlier when I drew the tree. This mother being crawled like a tortoise and was following me. It was at my heels. It had something like tentacles or big centipede kind of legs with it, it grabbed my heels. The touch was so foreign and too uncomfortable for me. I began screaming to let the robotic alien get rid of the mother thing from me.

Guys, I tell you, living in this wasn’t pleasant AT ALL. It was heart wrenching, it was frustrating, and difficult. When I woke up, I didn’t have any pleasure in the things of the world. Everything of the world felt vane and meaningless to me. I thought of the dead and said, “Blessed are those who have died in the Lord.” Because living in this robotic aliens’ era would be very difficult.

I would like to ask this though; unlike the Noah’s ark, were we (those in the room) left behind in hell? Where those I thought were drowning and walking into the flood actually walking into their salvation? I don’t want to live in this robotic evil era should it come to pass. I was so shocked and out of breath that I asked God, “What can we do to stop this from happening?”