Originally posted by hhott
I had a strange and creepy thought while reading your posts. What if .. if you hadn't succeeded in fighting off the creatures you thought were after
your son .. or if, like your husband, you had not woken up and even known they were there .. well .. would your son have been found to have been
another "SIDS" statistic?
See, that's the whole thing. I am not even sure that I even fell asleep. I cannot work out in my mind how, if I was dreaming, I very astutely remember
running and leaping onto the waterbed and shaking him and screaming his name. It was not until he was finally awake, and I had told him what happened,
that I layed down and started to cry. I know that part was *not* a dream. I can only suppose I could have been sleepwalking during the dream.
ETA: I was actually crying the whole time, weeping even. I should say I did not relax and actually get under the covers until he had woken and assured
me it was all just a bad dream. I layed down beside him several times while trying to wake him, and kept getting back up to use my weight pushing his
hips and body up and down on the waterbed to stir him. When I gave up and more or less collapsed beside him, is when he finally woke. I do remember
just quietly crying myself to sleep.
I had this unnerving feeling that I was not supposed to be "awake" when this was happening, that somehow, I was not to be aware. I became more alert
to this after the fact, as it happened so quickly, and was so intense.
The FBI (MIB?) visit really intensified the feeling that I had done something *really* wrong, unexpected even. That it was not supposed to happen the
way it did, that I knew things I shouldn't know. In reality I *know* nothing more than I did before the event, because I still question it even being
real or a dream. Perhaps that is why I was not considered a threat.
That was probably the one of the more intense things that ran through my mind when I looked out the window into those eyes aside from outright fear. I
also felt repulsed and disgusted. Repulsed in a huge way. He was not surprised to see me, it was almost like he had been waiting for it. For me. My
immediate response was fight or flight, and I fought.
I have speculated on the possibilities of that night, what if... I always stopped short of really coming up with any answers. I just knew they were
"after him" in some way. To either take him, possess him, do something to him. I knew it wasn't good, and that in fact, the whole thing was very evil.
Felt very evil.
Oddly enough, most people do not usually equate aliens with satanic things, or vice-versa. They are usually considered to be seperate discussions, but
there was clearly evident to me on that night, a direct link.
I never considered he might die, though. How odd is that? But I did sense an extremely deep sense of loss, of losing him, in some form. It was my
motherly instincts that kicked in, much akin to people that lift cars off an injured loved one. I was willing to put my life on the line to save his,
and when it was all over, that was exactly how I felt. As though I had fought for his life, and maybe even my own.
I guess now, in retrospect, I didn't allow the thought of him possibly dying even enter my mind. I simply was not going to allow it to happen.
I think of it off and on, sometimes talk to my husband about it, and then forget it until something brings it up again.
He just asked me a few days ago if I thought it was over.
No, I told him, I don't think it is over yet.
That is what scares me the most.
Not just this event, but all of it, the unusual things.
My husband is still having rather odd experiences himself, which really just started in the past year or so. One he related to me just last week was
that he had fallen asleep in his office chair, and I had fallen asleep on the couch. He said that he was awaked by a very loud noise, and the exact
moment when he woke and became aware, I sat straight up on the couch and yelled his name out in a panicked voice.
He came into the living room, I do remember that, but he didn't speak of the event at that time. He was more worried something was wrong with me, but
I really did have some kind of bad dream, though I don't remember it. I just remember waking very frightened for some reason, and I shouted his
I do not recall if I had made it clear in my previous posts, but my current husband my second husband. He did not experience these events or the
Also, as an update, the hypnotist I sent the email to did not ever respond back. Either he doesn't read that email, or he doesn't remember my family.
I suspect he has a publicist that handles his mail, and he probably never even knew he got it, though. Cannot say I blame him if he did get it, he
probably has met hundreds of thousands of people, so that was a dead end.
I still feel there is possibly some odd correlation to his coming into our lives, and the time line when I started to experience things.
edit on 7-3-2011 by Libertygal because: clarification