Friday-Saturday, April 24-25, 1998.
Mirrors and peepholes. I am at a site of a private archeological dig. We found
remnants of a colony, and proof that they exist still, living underground.
They have a population so much larger than us, and technology fairly advanced
that they could take over our world at any time. We found the entrance to their
underground world. It was on top of a skyscraper; it looked like a private
office entrance with normal-looking guards/receptionists. The Puritanicals were
human-like and had already infiltrated into our world. The entrance was a nondescript
white gate, and you went downstairs, all the way to the ground floor and then
even lower. No one would even think to look at one room on the top floor of a
skyscraper for an entrance to the underworld. But we had a mysterious lady
informant who seemed not to be one of them simply because she was genuinely
surprised at their human-like appearance. We (me, a girl friend, and my husband--
I don't have one in real life, by the way) went into their colony. It was the
best organized library of human data. It was a collection stored for the study
of human beings. Amazed, we headed out. The lady informant had looked around
while we were in there and had realized that every mirror and peephole and the
like have been on surveillance. We started to run, for fear they may find us out.
However, we knew they knew. We were caught in a matter of seconds. My husband,
being a male, had to have his arms cut off before execution. My girl friend and
I were going straight to execution. They cut off his arms! I held him and I
pleaded them to have us both killed at the same time while we embraced. Wish
granted.
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