Dreams of Diana: The Female Hybrid & The View

Many abductees are paired with hybrids they see over and over again. A couple of researchers have even referred to the abductees who are paired up this way as “projects” for the hybrids. These hybrids act as escorts and mentors to their assigned abductee during abductions. A relationship is created that lasts for decades in most cases. Often the hybrid is the opposite sex– but not always.

I’ve talked about Christopher Robin, and he almost fits the profile– but not quite. He’s always been more of a friend or ally than a leader type. I don’t recall seeing him that often– not nearly as often as a female hybrid I named Diana.

I first recall seeing her when I was a child of around 8. She was in her teens at that point and may have been a child partially created from my mother’s eggs and so perhaps even a ‘sister’ of sorts. We began having many interactions that I would partially remember, but usually as dreams. I could never remember her face, but she wore a black wig, thick and full, that reminded me of my favorite heroine at the time, Diana Prince as played by Linda Carter in TV’s Wonderwoman. This hybrid seemed so intelligent, and confident, and she taught me things, and so I developed a hero-worship for her in much the same way I did for the pretend character on TV. Only– my Diana interacted with me for real… sort of… I wasn’t sure about my partial, fuzzy memories.

At the same time I had all these warm and fuzzy memories of seeing a person I called Diana, whose face I could never recall, I was also having nightmares over and over again about coming up to people from the rear, and then those people turning around to have scary thin faces and huge, tilted eyes that made them look evil to me. I must have had at least 200 of those nightmares. It got to the point that in every dream where a person wasn’t already facing me I braced myself for the ‘reveal’ of the ‘evil eyes.’ I almost got bored towards the end several years later (when I was 10 or 11) and the nightmares stopped.

I remember vividly the very first nightmare of this sort I had. I was in a grocery store and saw a dark-haired woman from the rear. She was standing next to a display of Prell shampoo, surrounded by the green bottles. I thought it was my ‘friend’ Diana– but when she turned around and I saw her face, I screamed– in real life, and woke myself up! NOW I believe that this was an effect of using the screening technique on me. Diana’s natural hybrid face was frightening for me, and so they did some sort of overlay to keep me from seeing the real her– they may have even lifted the image of Linda Carter and used it as a sort of mental mask! I don’t recall for sure. However, this psychic mask did not prevent some part of me from seeing the real her– or at least of remembering what she really looked like at an earlier time I saw her and freaked out over how she looked. The result, during the time she and I were actively working together during my childhood, is that I had the same nightmare over and over again. I wasn’t seeing her face, and a part of me was completely freaking out over it and would not let it go. And no wonder-! Subconsciously, I knew what she looked like and did not like it.

She came to get me at night, knocking on my window– and I would climb out or go around to my front door and just go outside. She’d take my hand and lead me to a field behind our house or apartment (we moved a lot when I was a child) in the suburb of Hillsboro that in those days was surrounded by farms and fields on all sides. Then… I had bits and pieces of memories of being taught things– going to meetings that were more like classes. Diana was always with me. She’d lead me around the (I assume SHIP) and even sit by me to help explain things or answer my questions. I had a lot of questions… I liked her a lot and felt comfortable with her. In retrospect, she seemed rather businesslike and even cold, but in the mind state I was in during these periods of time, I somehow failed to really notice this. She held my hand when I needed reassurance, and her very presence calmed me. She was very much like a cool aunt or older sister– or at least that seemed to be the relationship that the greys were trying to cultivate.

The classes and learning sessions themselves seemed to center on preparing for the future. I don’t remember details at all well, but the subject matter of this period has always haunted my mind in the form of mini-obsessions and just a sense of foreknowledge about the future. I remember that those authority figures who supervised these sessions (greys I’m sure, but I don’t actually recall much on this) seemed very pleased with me. They thought I was really clever (for a human) and applauded (metaphorically and telepathically) my cooperation. Interestingly, during this late childhood period, the memory suppression wasn’t as global and deep as after I entered my teens. They let me remember quite a bit upon waking the next day from these classes. I distinctly remember talking to myself about seeing aliens and learning about my future role while with them and Diana. I knew to keep it a secret from everyone, and DID. I held it closely as a delicious secret, and felt special to be a part of it. 

But the older I became the more likely I was to start to forget most of what happened. I began to tell myself that my fuzzy, piecemeal memories were most likely dreams and not real incidents. I talked myself out of believing myself. Later– I had no choice to return to a state of believing myself again when evidence just mounted and the comforting stories just wouldn’t cut it anymore…

Beyond memory, my relationship with Diana shifted greatly the older I became. The trauma of the reproductive procedures had changed how I viewed the aliens– and her. Once I knew they and her were real, I went beyond questioning to rebelling more over time. My behavior shifted– first becoming aggressive and wildly reactive due to fear, then later to reality testing and being funny just to shift things up and see if I got new reactions from my abductors. Over time, it became more and more clear that Diana was losing patience with me and becoming ever more frustrated…

I don’t recall much of our interactions during my teens, but by the time I was 20, I had figured out who she was, that I was the one that gave her the name ‘Diana,’ and had learned to actually look around for her whenever I found myself in any weird situation. I began demanding answers from her and she was shocked to begin with and then more often just lost her temper with me.

Diana will be in several of my memory posts coming up from my early 20s, but for now I’ll just include one of them. I wanted to give an introduction to her before moving along.

SUMMER 1991–

I had become pen pals (snail mail style) and phone buddies with a mutual friend of Linda Cortile’s– a young man I call Gerick in this blog who was a year younger than myself. After over a year of distant contact, he had decided to come spend 2 weeks in Oregon around the 4th of July for his vacation from work. Plans were made and everyone seemed to be eager to see us meet.

Including my group of greys and hybrids. I’ve already written about our first night together when the greys visited and apparently asked us questions– but there was interest shown even before’s Gerick’s arrival.

Sometime in late June I ‘came to’ in the very early dawn hours standing beside Diana. By this time I could see her face without interference and she was a very late-stage mostly human-looking hybrid. She was dressed in tight black coveralls, like the hybrids often are, wearing her black wig– now more of a pageboy/ancient Egyptian sort of looking thing (which is also standard for some odd reason) straight with bangs, just past her shoulders. I knew who she was immediately, yet I wasn’t aware of what we were doing together.

She and I were standing in a room, gazing out a wide, panoramic window. It seemed we were in a bedroom of sorts, because there were sets of black bunk beds, sort of like thin mattresses on netting– like hanging cots?– all around us. We stood very close to one particular set to my right. My attention was directed out the window to the breath-taking view. It was beautiful, and for some reason I thought we must have been in a super high rise tower building. That we were on a stationary ship did not occur to me then.

Before us was a majestic outdoor scene in nature– maybe 100 feet off the ground– and we were perfectly still. We watched the light change as the sun rose. Pinks and corals kissed the ground and lit up the scene and I wasn’t the only one moved to silence it seemed. To watch dawn break over a scene on Earth was a rare treat, and Diana was taking it in as much as I was.

Still– she interrupted our reverie to ask me, verbally– with a very normal sounding voice– Did I remember where this scene was? Yes, of course I did. I had never seen it from such an amazing perspective (as up in a skyscraper where no skyscraper exists??) but yeah, I still could recognize it.

Then she asked me, “Do you remember why this place is important?“

Of course I did! At the age of 16 I awoke one morning (after the worst of the trauma the summer before) knowing an odd thing: I knew the aliens had told me about an Evacuation Rendezvous. I later learned this is something about one-third to half of all abductees are given instructions about. Its the biggest secret we keep, and you may never have even heard it before if you are not one of us. We are instructed that at some point in life when the world has some shown some signs– we are to become alert to watch for more. Then, there is one FINAL sign, and when it begins, we must grab only what we can carry and head for the rendezvous– where the aliens will pick us up. At least, that’s how the story goes. I just woke up one morning and knew where it was. There were details to the information that I had never known about– so I later looked it up on maps and saw that features the aliens showed me were in fact present. Eventually, I drove there with friends and saw it for myself in person and the details were so precise I had no doubt that it was not my imagination.

At some point, I ask every generational abductee I meet if they were ever given that information (for their region, as there is more than one evacuation rendezvous location) and have been told, hesitatingly– that yeah, actually, they have– BUT THEY WON’T TELL ME WHERE IT IS, so don’t bother to ask because they won’t change their minds! My reply has always been the same, that I don’t need to know because I have a place picked out near me as well. I actually did tell Budd where it was, eventually– but very few others. And yeah– he confirmed that many many abductees got the same information. His belief about it was that the aliens had to be lying– the Earth couldn’t possibly go through such climatic and geological changes in our lifetime that survival might be next to impossible without a way to get off the planet-! And I don’t blame him for not wanting to believe that. I maintain a state of neither belief nor disbelief about it to this day. If the day comes and I decide I want to live– even if that means with the aliens, then I’ll go. If not– then I won’t. For the record, however, that is what the aliens tell US, and they go through the trouble of rendezvous points that MATCH for different regions. (Yeah, some of us do eventually tell a few trusted confidants.) Seems like a lot of work for a lie, but whatever. I don’t know one way or another and refuse to have a firm opinion on the matter.

(The idea of the climate going nuts at least doesn’t seem so crazy as it did only 20 years ago, though, huh?)

The place where Diana and I were watching dawn break was THAT place. There was no mistaking it.

She turned to me, a very short woman only coming to my chin in height, and said, “Don’t forget to tell Gerick about this place.“ 

I was surprised, as over and over again I was told to keep it a secret by them. Why tell Gerick?
Because it’s going to be his rendezvous point too, that’s why.
But he lives in Ohio!
He won’t always.
Oh.

I was allowed to remember that exchange completely– nothing before or after!– but that part of it, yes. So I did tell Gerick about it, and that was enough for him to want to alter our original plans and drive to this place to check it out during his vacation. We did– and while there it was obvious we were being watched the entire time. But more about that soon…