I was 17 years old when I got this dream in
early January 1996. An otherworldly man
was flying in the sky while he carried me.
I was sitting on his lap during our flight.
It seemed like he was seated on an invisible
magic chair in the sky while flying from the
cold snow mountains all the way to the hot
desert where a large commercial bank was
located in the middle of an unknown land
surrounded by huge mountains. There was
a small spaceport located right next to the
bank. The spaceport was on the left side of
the main entrance of this commercial bank.
That’s why I used to think this otherworldly
man worked as a chief in airspace and outer
space. The spacecrafts at the launching site
had various shapes and one flying machine
looked square like a cube and it was made
of transparent materials, so I could see the
pilot inside the machine. The otherworldly
man and I landed right in front of the main
entrance of the bank. I jumped off his lap.
The tall handsome guy smiled brightly. He
looked radiant like an Olympian god. He
must have been over two meters tall. His
body: athletic, his skin color: light brown,
his hair: black, wavy, medium length and no
facial hair. He was wearing a simple white
T-shirt, red shorts and white running shoes.
I felt so happy while we entered the bank.
So we walked inside and then I saw another
gorgeous man seated behind the front desk.
He also looked like a Mediterranean man.
The receptionist smiled and welcomed us.
I stood right in front of the reception desk
and the otherworldly man stood right next
to me. I had to deliver a small piece of paper
with my name written on it. So that piece
of paper was a symbol for my new contract.
I put the piece of paper in a basket standing
on top of the desk. In the basket there were
hundreds of pieces of paper. Each piece of
paper revealed the name of another person.
I guess I was just another number at this
bank. After delivering my piece of paper
the otherwordly man and I walked away
and left the building. That’s all I remember
from the dream. I guess I woke up after this.

Was it just a dream? Well, I don’t think so.
After receiving this dream in 1996 I kept
wondering for many years who this flying
charming man was. It’s so strange. In the
dream I knew exactly who he was, but as
soon as I woke up I forgot. So that’s why
I kept wondering about his identity. Is this
man a good spirit or a bad spirit? Is he an
angel or a devil? Maybe both? In my heart
I knew who that flying man was, but I was
still in denial. At that time I was a lonely gay
teenager, so of course I got a crush on him
and I started to romanticize him in my mind.
It took me a long time to be honest with
myself and acknowledge his true evil nature.
Obviously, the truth is that an evil demon
disguised as a very handsome man tried to
tempt me in a dream and manipulate me
into signing some kind of bad contract.
When I was 17 years old, I did not know that
the devil would try to trick me in this way.
I was so ignorant. But how do I get out of
this evil contract? Or is this contract just a lie?
Maybe there is no contract. I was not fully
conscious when this contract was made,
because I was sleeping in my bed, so I guess
that means this contract is not valid. Besides,
this contract has never existed in my heart.
If I had been fully aware of the situation,
I would never have delivered that piece of
paper. Nobody owns me. My soul belongs
to me.

When I look at my own relationship with
financial intermediaries such as banks,
I have to acknowledge the fact that my
long relationship with ABN AMRO Bank
started at a very young age when I was
a little baby boy. My mother opened a
savings account for me when I was a little
child. I guess many parents will do that.
When I was 13 years old, I got my own
checking account and also my own bank
card. I think that most children are spoon-
fed a contract with the bank, so children
don’t have much of a choice, because their
parents choose to make contracts with
banks. After receiving this dream in 1996
I started to wonder if my contract with
the ABN AMRO Bank might actually be a
contract with a powerful extraterrestrial
being, an alien, an invisible leader. Most
people cannot see him, because he lives in
a different dimension. I started to wonder
if all banks worldwide are connected to
him. Sounds crazy, right?

Written by Ryan Maurice Roemer
February 2019