|Vought V-173 Flying Pancake|
In the sky, face on, was a 'helicopter'. I must have been at altitude also, or in a skyscraper to have seen it from this angle. It was a very strange helicopter. The people in it, flying it, controlling it, were standing up, facing the 3x3 or nine-pane (e.g. V-173's take off) window. Then it did this swoop to the right and down maneouvre that was JUST TOO FAST, like a dragonfly. The helicopter then stood there, solid in the sky, side on ... and side on I could see that it had 'changed form'. It had become something else, mutated into something else. It was still of the 'same class' but was an 'altered design'.
Cut to some hangar (yeah, and at this point you're expecting me to say, "...and Bob Lazar was there," but I didn't see him) and the same craft was there, on the ground. A breeze was blowing, sure, but this thing lifted off the ground TOO EASILY in a reversing pendulum kinda swing. I remember someone mentioning that it had a spinning liquid metal core. Why was this information 'told' to me?
In fact, I was 'taken through the dream' several times, during the night. Pestered by recurrent reminders, some of them quite insistent, combatitive. Remember every single detail, they said. It felt like I had been 'found'. Like I should ALWAYS REMEMBER the details of this dream.
After getting up, I noticed that I had a tender lump up on my forehead, top left, just under the hairline. There were two tiny cubes of what I guessed were tooth filling in my mouth, tasted like grit. I thought about keeping them, you know, for 'analysis' - terror lol.