reply to post by Oswald
After years of staring at the book on the shelf, with disturbing images of that cover still fresh in my mind, I picked the book up last night despite
the terror still induced by its cover. Its wonderfully written, moreso than I expected. Easy to get through despite lofty ideals and meticulous
citation. If this is indeed a true account (which it seems), I sympathize deeply for Streiber. These experiences are not unique but remain one of
the most chilling accounts of these visitors, even 20+ years later.
I understand his digression into the more recent work he's published. The man isnt going insane, per se; he's a writer and is merely exploring his
psyche in a very logical way for someone so acclimated to creative writing.
I saw the movie as a child and the image of the visitor peeking from behind the dresser stuck with me for years, and late last year (October or
Nevember) when I saw the film again, that image struck a cold fear deep into my soul, suddenly I remember the fear I had of this film and the book as
As I press into the book (Page 204 just 5 hours after picking it up for the first time) many parts of Streiber's story are akin to my experiences,
and it makes me wonder if this condition does not affect every one of us, but only only some of us are able to regain our grip on reality enough to be
conscious of it.
The notion of animals as screen memories I found particularly captivating, as I distinctly remember (on more than one occasion) playing with monkeys
in my mothers bedroom... I remember telling my mother this and her not thinking much of it - I was still a young kid (age 5-8 probably), but themse
memories are as fresh as if they took place last week.
My dreams from childhood even up to now, twenty-some years later, as plagued with images of these visitors, and while none of my dreams are as
disctinctly genuine and based in reality as Streiber's, the image of these visitors remains a clear and constant presence in my dream-life.
Dreams of craft landing in my back field, of passing over my house while I waited for the school bus, of these beings trapping me in a basement at
school are all recorded with detail in a book my mother kep (the purpose of the boo was to document my childhood - heights and weights, important
occasion - yet for some reason, I insisted she record every detail of these dreams in there).
I'm not writing this post to say, "me too!" So please don't label me as another hopeful abductee. ave no tangible memory of these beings in my
life, no events of missing time. Just symptoms similar to those of Streiber before he plunged the depths of his mind. Reading Communion has simply
opened my eyes to a part of my past I buried, and was wondering if others had similar experiences. I also wonder if anyone else feels this may simply
be part of the human condition, but is so deeply srouded only a few particularly strong people are conscious to the reallity of the experiences.
I know this thread is old, so I hope this pot does not go unnoticed. This book is important, and am honestly suprised its taken this long for my
curosity to get the better of my fear and read the damn thing.