You know, funny thing.
I was seven years old. It was 1990. I lived in nowhere Eastern Montana.
I had a reoccurring dream. I would walk outside and see these stars in the sky that were too bright to be stars.
Then one night the dream got intense. I walked outside to see the usual when they descended into my yard. One made a landing, if you could call it
that. No tripod, just sat there as though it was standing on a energy field.
They took me inside where there were greys performing menial task but I was approached by the leader who was an old white haired man in a robe of some
sort. he explained to me that I had nothing to fear and thought me how to operate the ship. Strangely enough, I used a hand-held "Tiger" baseball
(god, remember the 90's =D) to control. later in life, I assume either the dream was my own brain's creation (Most likely =D) or it was controlled by
thought and me using the game was just a medium to make it easier for me. Crazy I know.
I want to get abducted. I hope those little freaks come in my room one night. I will not be paralyzed by fear
I will shoot the F78kers and then load their bodies in the car and drive strait to the news studio
edit on 29-10-2010 by spokaneman1983
because: proper spelling
edit on 29-10-2010 by spokaneman1983 because: proper context