posted on Feb, 24 2005 @ 10:53 AM
Look I appreciate everyones input that I was probably dreaming, but I myself know I was not. This was no dream. I usually forget my dreams a day after
I had them, so for one to stick with me every day for the last 21 years is just a bunch of BS. I never even went to sleep. This was an experience that
I remember very vividly, and the reason is it was so strange and REAL that I've thought about it a lot since 1984 and replayed it over and over in my
mind. So it's not like some long long memory I just recovered and I might be confused about. This memory is one of the strongest of my childhood. In
the early 90's I was only 12 or so, I searched for answers on the internet service Prodigy. Lo and behold it's now years later yet the memory is the
same and still no answers.
As for my bed it was in the corner of the room. I laid on my side all night and watched the movie/projection on the wall. The window would have been
directly behind me on the opposite wall. Unfortunately for you skeptics I was also on the 2nd floor of a home so unless there was someone out there
with a ladder and a projection camera, and a film of something that would be impossible to film, it was a paranormal experience. There would be no way
to film what I saw because it simply doesn't exist. A bunch of conveyer belts in a park like setting thats covered by reptiles, crocodiles,
alligators, whatever you want to call it.
The hardest part of this memory for me is remembering what the movie was all about. You can take a 5 year old to a drive-in and he'll remember he was
there, but he won't remember the whole movie, and thats what we have here. I don't remember one single movie or cartoon from when I was 5, yet I
clearly remember lying AWAKE on my side watching a flickering projection on the wall in front of me, being scared but watching it anyway, and KNOWING
there was a wierd presence in my room behind me, projecting it, and it was not a person and it was showing me this for a real reason. Hopefully there
was a good reason and maybe one day I'll know it, because I'll certainly never forget that night until the day I die. I was scared as hell but for
some reason I didn't call out for my parents and I was very scared but didn't feel particularly threatening. I had an imagined image of the presence
behind me, the skeleton, the ghost, the alien, the projector man, or whatever you want to call him/it, but I never dared look.
The experience was real.