I keep typing stuff about this, but it's all nonsense. Making good diary entries though. Someday I might share more of what I think I know about Lyrans...but I'm still to scattered to do much more than share stories. I start connecting to it and it goes too far with me. I fall in.
It got a word once, via a similar channel to what you describe, when I was spiritually debillitated from an attack. Still searching for meaning there. I also experienced seeing the word written, and had a few associations immediately. Any of that going on?
I will say that plants, trees, critters, and the word itself are not hard hits for me. I remember a lot of scoured landscapes, space stations, cockpits, junk like that
I remember a period of war when everything looked like a blue-night forever.
The dots on the hand however...that does spark my interest. Did you get to use them? You might have to open the door of course...was the door connected to something? A structure? Was the door upright or at a slight angle? What shape was the door and how did it open?
Can you describe the man any further?