hi all
It is so hard to tell ,when this happens to you " was that just a really vivid dream you ask yourself " That's how it was for me too . We had been seeing a lot of ufo's last year.My wife and kids and I would be watching them sitting in the sky spinning, vanishing, reappearing,
morphing and changing colours.Sometimes we would see them three or four times in a week.
That's when the dreams started I told myself they were dreams anyway.Then one night it happened again and I thought to myself this is it "the dream" look around see whats going on try to remember this ! I could not see much around me it was dark I could move my eyes only. I could see some smallish figures on the periphery of my vision and I felt on the verge of full scale panic.As I fought the panic down the small figures pulled back out of my view and a tall creature loomed over me it's face inches from mine and it seemed to stare into me I could feel the panic welling up in me again and I knew I was close to blacking out that's what had happen on the previous occasions and then I got angry with myself I wanted to know if this was real and I would not find out if I passed out.
So I stared back at it right into it's big black eyes I thought I could see movement in them a pupil maybe I couldn't make out its shape. I couldn't see any reflection in the blackness of its eyes either which I thought was odd. I moved my attention to it's forehead which was large and split vertically with a light indentation, its skin was a pale green colour its brow ridge which was slight swept up and around to its temple. Its temple bulged and had a scale pattern similar to a snakes belly were it joined its large domed head.
That's as far as I could see so I looked down past its eyes as I did it seemed to frown I remember thinking ah you barsteward you didn't know I was studying you.It pulled its head back and the last thing I remember is its thin lips pulling back and beneath them what looked like a plate split vertically like a crabs mouth it was gross and I was out like a light.When I woke the next morning I remembered it completely I still wasn't 100% sure I hadn't dreamt it.
Thinking about it in the days and weeks after that I had decided that the anger I had felt belonged to me and the fear did not, that they were projecting the fear either mechanically or telepathically so I fostered that anger for the next time.I thought how dare they do this to me I don't care how advanced they are or what part of hell they come from I will not except this!
I got the chance to test my theory out a few weeks later . I'm back there again on my back I think right this is it I have full control of my body and I am aware I look down to my right and there's the creature from last time hunched over my right arm its right hand, fingers extended moving toward my
right forearm.
It was focused on what it was doing so I studied its hand it had a texture similar to a chickens foot long fingers large knuckles The nail of it's middle finger was long and conical in shape and it was pushing into my forearm as I stared at it the finger changed into a long cylinder type of device with a tapered end which was hollow pointing at my arm. Now this was very confusing because the cylinder blended into its hand were its middle finger should be ! Then I felt a sharp pain in my forearm and I yelled at it to stop that .It looked up and then looked to my left and went back to what it was doing . I wasn't having it and I was pulling with all my strength but it had my right arm in a grip like steel, so I tried to twist my body around and something on my left pushed down on my left hip something very sharp. Now at this point I'm freaking out cursing and pulling on my right arm and I hear a voice inside my head and its says please stop you will hurt yourself
I yelled back no you will hurt me and kept on struggling and then something or someone was at my feet and I felt this warmth and compassion flowing over me and I passed out.
When I woke the next morning I immediately looked down at my arm and there it was a huge scab on my forearm about 30 mm long like you would have on a deep cut after a week or two and two smaller scars on my left hip.
It wasn't a dream I didn't have those scars before I went to bed. In fact everyone I met for days after would point at it open mouthed and say what the heck happened to your arm. I didn't tell them though
Oh there was no blood in the bed or anywhere else in the house.
I think their main concern was performing their task whether I got hurt or not was irrelevant.As far as I am concerned they can warp speed out of here and come back when they learn some manners:mad3
Alan