October 30, 2000, The Merpeople

I dream I am in the basement of a building with other people. A group of beings are there in a pile on the floor. They are naked. Their skin is translucent, the veins show through. They have webbing between their toes and fingers. They have no hair. They are merpeople, people who live under the water. I wonder if they live beneath the oceans of the earth or if they are from another planet. They have a mission on the earth. They need to travel among people in order to accomplish their goal. I do not know what their goal is, but I sense that it is good. A person there with me suggests that they wear street clothes so that they will fit in. I say that is an excellent idea. So we get them clothes and dress them. One of them, a woman with no hair, embraces me and tells me, "You are Messenger, Ma-Singah, Mercury. You are Unutilized Potential." She asks me to get down low and dance. I comply.

Then I am dancing and playing with another adult and two children. We are all naked. We collapse on the floor in exhaustion. I lay flat on my back. A naked woman comes from behind me and lays diagonally across me, chest to chest. She is beautiful, slim, full-breasted, with dark brown hair. She whispers in my ear, "I really enjoyed the dance class last night." She is happy to be with me, to be close to me, to share her thoughts and feelings with me. She smiles. I hold her close. My penis stands up to honor her with admiration, appreciation, and desire. We are magnetic. We are in bliss.