posted on May, 15 2013 @ 06:44 PM
Many of you have referred to this site as "family" in some way. I'm in a little bit of a spot, and I'm failing at the goal of "Sucking it Up"
and putting on my big boy pants. In an ideal world, I could mention this to a friend over a few beers, and leave feeling that everything was
resolved, and I was ready to kill some more enemy. I hope, if you're a guy, you understand what I mean.
Here's the whining. Like everybody else, fiances are tough, enough so that I'm being introduced to lawyers through the mail. My mother is 93 and
it seems she's beginning to slip a little. I spent Monday and Tuesday with an hour's sleep, worrying about, and taking care of my daughter, as the
the result of the first of her several surgeries. My disability is not quite as manageable anymore, and the pills just aren't picking up the slack.
I injured my back about a week ago in the dopiest fall you've ever heard of. OK, enough whining.
Now for the twist. I had a dream upon returning from the hospital on Tuesday. Most of it doesn't matter, but the end was "odd." I was standing
in a darkened, but not black, enclosed area with sufficient space to be comfortable. That is, it seemed enclosed, but i couldn't detect walls.
There was no sound, scent, taste, or touch. The only item I could see was a pedestal table, maybe something like a baptismal fount with a flat top,
or a stand in a museum to display a crown. There was something on it, but I couldn't tell what. After watching it for about thirty seconds, the
space on top of the table was filled with a bright ball or disk replacing or covering what was there before.. My guess? Three or four feet in
In the bright light of the ball, which disappeared fairly quickly, I saw three shapes. They were, as far as I could tell, identical. Blocky,
rectangular, shapes, with the short side on the table, like books standing up, or childrens' blocks. On the top, center edge of each block was a
small dome shape, a little like an onion dome or a beehive. Each shape was in it's own "panel" or "plane," very much like the three reflections
you see in a tailor's mirror, except the angle here was very slight.
Across the surface of each of the three "blocks," information came at a very quick pace. I saw some of the information in the bright light, and
some in the after-image. The information was in the form of writing, but it conveyed information to me without my understanding the writing. There
was also a moment or two when I seemed to get the information directly.
In the first "block," I was informed that my name wasn't Charles, and the rest of my personal "data' was false. The second block told me that
the people I thought were my parents actually weren't. The third block let me know that they were still running tests, but that there was a fair
chance that I wasn't human.
I woke up and felt "strange," for you men, and "crushed, desolated, isolated, and hopless," for those of you with a more sensitive bent. The one
thing I wanted most int the world was to reach out my hand to some human, have someone assure me I was real and that my mind and body were both
functioning, and that the world hadn't ended. (And yes, to get back to my whining, my tear glands were a little overactive.)
I ran across a friend a little while later who asked if I was nursing a hangover, then he laughed. (He knew that I may be the only person in the
world who has never been drunk or used illegal substances.) He told me that my eyes had developed very large bags and my skin was either pale grey or
Sorry to bother you guys, but as I said, I could use a word, or something. I'm still very disturbed.
Charles1952 (Assuming the blocks are wrong.)