posted on Oct, 9 2006 @ 06:38 PM
Here goes: PG-13 version. 1986. Sound asleep. Was having a great dream. Woke up and found myself not in my bed, I was in a small bedroom, very
plain, sort of a raised platform bed, built-in wardrobes in the wall, very modern, very utilitarian. I realized my nightgown was gone and I was
covered with a very light, silky blanket, had a kind of paisley-like design on it, mostly orange and gold. A man sat on the edge of the bed, his back
towards me, he was wearing a tight black bodysuit like a uniform and he was bending over pulling on his black boots. For a moment he turned a little
to the side and I saw his face. Very white skin, very blue eyes, very black hair that was tied back at the nape of his neck. I realized that it
wasn’t a dream that I had been having a moment before, and I sort of recognized the uniform from somewhere. He turned a bit more in my direction
and my mind felt like a thunderstorm was coming at me, really ominous, really angry and then suddenly I was out like a light.
Same night: Woke up again, still not in my room. I was laying on a soft surface in the middle of a large open area. This time I could feel my
nightgown on me, and I had a different blanket on me, different pattern. The platform I was on was elevated above the floor about 4 feet. The light
was dim and I could see figures over on the far side of the room, they were grouped together looking at a screen of some sort. Two broke away from
them and walked towards me. As they got closer I saw that it was a boy (maybe 10?) and a (five year old?) little girl. Both were dressed in dark
bodysuits, no emblems on their shoulders, both had black hair, blue eyes and very white skin. The boy was leading her closer to me and they stopped
when they were right next to me. He looked so much like my son, Stephen! True, my son was 6 at the time and had blonde-gold hair, but the
resemblance was striking! Then I saw that the little girl had my curly hair, and the face looked similar to mine at that age.
My first reaction was to grab them both and get them away from there, to take them with me, they were mine and I didn’t want them in this cold,
austere environment, my adrenalin was really pumping. They smiled and then I felt myself relax, drifting off into a very light sleep and then I
The room was empty except for the little girl. I got off of the platform, took her hand and headed for what looked like the way out, the whole time
thinking how I was going to take her home, totally spoil her, buy her tons of ribbons for her hair and love her up all the time, that she shouldn’t
be here, in what I saw when we went through the opening was a silver saucer.
Outside there was a car with the keys in it, a convertible with the top down. I put her in the car (she climbed in quickly, she was happy about going
with me) and I started the engine. We drove and she asked me many questions. What was my home was like? What is a ribbon? Did I really love her?
What did we eat here? All of these questions were telepathic, I don’t remember her speaking one word with her voice. I answered them as detailed as
I could realizing she was seeing into my mind and I wanted her to have a detailed account of what her life would be like here living with me. She and
I snuggled up as we drove on and on through very plain landscape with no roads, we were going cross country.
[edit on 9-10-2006 by seentoomuch]