posted on Jun, 12 2004 @ 02:39 PM
Hi. This is my first post, but I've always had a lot to say about these things. I have many questions about my own life and I hope I can find some
insight into them here and perhaps provide some for like-minded folk.
About 6 years ago, I believe I may have been abducted by aliens. I was driving home very late at night on a barren stretch of road surrounded by hills
and trees and undeveloped land. Behind me lay the end of a town and miles before me lay a burgeoning new population of tract houses and mega shopping
centers. I was extremely tired and the drive to my parents' house was long. I didn't think I would make it and decided to pull over and catch a
little sleep. Making sure all the doors were locked, I reclined my seat and fell fast asleep.
I remember feeling like I was being lifted out of my seat. I couldn't move, but my body was moving. I felt that I was awake, but paralyzed. I was in
some sort of cocoon. It was almost pitch black, but there must have been some light from somewhere, I remember seeing slivers and patches on the walls
surrounding me. Perhaps it was that that told me I was in an extremely tight space or it was my increasing body heat bouncing off the walls and coming
right back on me that told me, but I felt very claustrophobic. This chamber I was in was just large enough for me. I was seated in a chair, possibly
still my car's seat. I felt pressure on my entire body and I felt disconnected from my car. I felt the lift.
The next thing I remember was being ushered through a short corridor by beings dressed in what looked very much like our astronauts' outfits, except
they seemed to be silvery. They wore bubble helmets with clear visors and I peeked into one of them. Inside was the face of the alien I'd always
seen, the greyish green skin, the upside-down egg-shaped head, the big bulbous black eyes, the two little nostrils and the little slit of a mouth. It
seemed to be smiling at me and its body language, as it motioned me to come with it, was congenial. I remember remarking, "Oh, it's you guys! Hey,
nice to meet you!" and shook its hand. It could be the smiles and congeniality followed this reaction of mine.
Then I remember coming into the open area of their ship, but it seems like I blacked out almost at that moment. I remember fairly high ceilings, it
was dimly lit, somewhat like a pre-op room, which I had never (?) experienced until a recent colonoscopy. I remember the colors of light purple and
some orange somewhere. I remember grey, but no black or white and there didn't seem to be any white lights of any kind. There were other beings there
busy doing something, but I think they looked up when I was brought in.
Then I remember being seated again. All I could perceive was faint chattering which grew louder and louder as if a group of people was coming toward
me. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I was terrified, I wanted to wake up but I couldn't move, I couldn't get my mind to stop dreaming, I couldn't
get my eyes to open. I felt myself pushing against my inert body, but it wouldn't budge. The voices were so loud now and seemed to be right outside
my window and then they began to fade again until I could hear nothing. I awoke, shaken. I jumpstarted my waking engine and got the hell out of
By the time I got home, I felt a little better, but just wanted to get some sleep. I didn't really remember much, but what I did remember, I
dismissed as a dream. The chattering voices was obviously a group of teenagers walking along the highway at 3am.
When I woke the next morning, I remembered everything that happened and laughed to myself. I was abducted. Yeah right. No one's going to believe
that, I talk about aliens all the time. I read books about aliens, I write stories about aliens. I didn't even believe it and so I chalked it up to
being too immersed in the whole subject, like when you spend all night gambling and when you finally close your eyes all you can see is a Jack and a
Deuce. Except that at that time in my life, I was going through very confusing and emotional things and I wasn't escaping through books and I wasn't
reading much, if anything about aliens, I was dwelling on all my concerns about my relationships with others and facing them head-on. But then perhaps
my brain needed some kind of perspective and it created this dream scenario to help me out.
Still thinking about it, I got in the shower. I laughingly thought to myself, "Oh watch, I'll touch my anus and there will probably be blood. So
cliched." So, jokingly, I did. And there was blood.
To this day, I am not convinced. It could have been a dream, it could have been real, who can say? But if was just a dream, it is one I will never