I’m new here so please bear with me if I don’t know how to post properly. I wanted to post this in the dream category and thought I saw it, but now I can’t figure out how to get there. Anyway . . .
Last night, or the previous night I slept, I say this since it is so very late as I write this, I had an experience. I want to say a dream except it is unlike any dream I’ve ever had before. And also, I hesitate to call it a dream, because it didn’t all happen while I was asleep.
I remember waking up and feeling disturbed and anxious. I glanced at the clock and it was 3:30ish. I remember thinking, ‘why am I waking up so suddenly and feeling so anxious?’. Then I recalled what I believed I had been dreaming. In the ‘dream’ I was in a place that felt like a cross between a grocery store and a library and something else I cannot now recall. I think it seemed like a grocery store because of the quality of the lighting. But it felt like a library because the sound in the place seemed hushed, with respect sort of. I recall seeing someone I know, a business associate actually, and wanted to speak to him. He was, however, involved with two ‘people’ and I didn’t want to interrupt. The reason I use quotes around the word people in the last sentence is that they weren’t human. And this is going to sound weird but they can only be described as blue ostrich people with human-like faces. But stranger than this is that as soon as I saw the ostrich people, I knew what they were and knew that I didn’t like them very much. I recalled having dealings with them before and didn’t want to communicate with them if I didn’t have to. This is going to make me sound insensitive, but I knew that it was hard to talk to them. It was like talking to developmentally disabled people and I just didn’t have the patience for it just then. In other words, communication was very difficult and time consuming and frustrating. I was watching my old associate helping them, it was like he worked there, and he was apparently dealing well with the difficult communication. He was being patient and explaining everything in detail and trying to make them understand. It took a long while but finally he finished with them and they went away. (By the way, this part felt staged or fake somehow, to me). So, finally, I approached him, and he seemed surprised and relieved to see me. But the way we talked, it seemed like this wasn’t the first conversation we’d had since I’d last seen him as a waking person. We talked a little while and caught up on gossip and ignored the unusual setting for our reunion. And the strange alien people that had just left us. The tone of the ‘dream’ wasn’t nightmarish at all. It was normal! Well, maybe like we did this every once in a while, I guess familiar is the right word. Also, the whole time I felt we were being monitored, but not judged. Or, at least not judged in a way that I could relate to, which made me feel a bit afraid, just a tiny bit, but like I said, I felt used to it; it was familiar.
When I awoke, I couldn’t understand why I felt so disquieted. And as I lay in bed, I suddenly realized what I’d been ‘dreaming’ about and tried to hold on to it and consider it. What struck me most was how strange the dream was and the contrast with how ‘everyday’ and normal I had been while living it. And yet I had this powerful anxiety.
As I considered this, I began to recall many experiences where I have seen and done things that seem impossible and yet I felt quite sure they were real. It seemed like many ridiculous memories came flooding back to me, all the way back to childhood, and that I had been in a state of denial. Like I was trying to sell myself on the idea of just ignoring them. Because they didn’t fit in with what should be reality.
I don’t mean to make it sound like I don’t believe in ufo’s or abduction. Because I do. I just mean the experience was a revelation to me. That I had been burying everything in an attempt to stay alive and sane in the ‘real’ world, as they say.
As I’ve pondered this all day today, I’ve come to the conclusion that if it was merely a dream, I was trying to deal with the stress of the impossible imposing itself onto my life. And I’ve also been considering the possibility that It or something like it actually happened. And I only seemed to awaken from a dream and instead was just getting back from a short trip.
I can feel them watching me! All the time now! It’s been like this for some time. It’s o.k. because, like I said, they don’t seem to judge me. I think that more of us are abducted than we may have previously thought. Maybe everyone, or almost everyone.
I seem to know that there’s more going on in my life that can be accounted for in my conscious life. And sometimes I’m very tired when I wake up in the morning. Like I’ve been working all night. I don’t know who they are. But I know they are out there. I think that being near them changes us. It’s like being in their company uncovers something in me that is very, very hard to know about. What I mean is that I don’t think I’m scared of them, so much as I’m just afraid of me, having known them. I think there’s something about us that we don’t want to face. It’s like facing a mirror that reveals . . . something. I can’t remember what it is!
Well, I just read what I wrote down here and I’m not sure I want to upload this or not because it just sounds so crazy! I suppose I’m annonymous so what’s the harm right?