Back To Square One

I am writing this while the thoughts are still fresh in my mind.  I woke up about 15 minutes ago.  For the last few days I have had no inclination to write.  I have been doing a lot of reading and have somewhat neglected my usual offerings on this blog.

Last night we planned to put the kids to bed at about 9 pm.  Once we put them to bed my wife and I had planned on spending time together and watch a movie.  At 10:45pm I awoke to find my wife laying on the couch with my youngest daughter sprawled across her in the living room.  I was in such a profoundly deep sleep that I couldn’t even remember how or what had happened for the last two hours.  I don’t remember the kids going off to bed.  Instead of waking up I simply went back to sleep.  I cannot stress how deep this sleep actually was and how difficult it was to awaken from it.  Any inkling of consciousness I had was quickly buried in a dead black sleep I was powerless against.  I remember thinking just before I lost consciousness, “I’m going far into this.” To be sure, this was not the normal feeling sleep at all, it was something much different.

At some point in the night I had awoke on the side of a highway alone in our SUV.  I was parked far to the left side of the highway facing oncoming traffic and to my left was a huge field that I was parked about four feet into.  I distinctly remember little children playing in the field in the dead of night and my being concerned about them.  On the highway I noticed some type of commotion.  In the distance I saw two semi trucks have a head on collision.  One of the trucks had a “Mayflower” trailer and the other one had a rainbow printed on it.  The details of this event were that clear.  The sounds of crushing metal made me cringe.  Did these trucks crash because one of them swerved seeing something strange in the field?  I cannot know for certain.  I can’t even say that any of this was real.  What I do know is that I was fully conscious and awake on the side of this highway and witnessed a crash that sent me running out of the car and further into the field (and closer to what I thought were children) because I didn’t want to get clipped by the accident.  The children playing in the field was the centerpiece of this event.  While I do not have a clear picture of them, or exactly what they were doing, I have an intuitive grasp of what was happening in that field.  These children seemed to be standing in a large circle in this field in an almost ritual formation.  There was a sense of joyous rapture among them.  They communicated a kind of innocence that is difficult to explain.  These were not ordinary children, however, it was clear that while they were children they were very mature, far more mature (inwardly) than any living adult.  The nature of this ritual remains unknown to me.

There was a disconnect once I got out of the car.  I soon found myself speaking to someone about a mile away from the field.  In the distance we could see police and ambulance lights lighting up the sky.  The person that was with me said, “We can’t stay too close to that scene.  We don’t want to be noticed.”  The implication was that we wanted to see what was happening at the crash scene, but far enough in the shadows to not be noticed.  The person that was with me was someone that I have known for years, but someone I no longer communicate with.  This person has figured heavily into my experiences for many years.  I commented that wherever we were it was too dark for me to see (all I could see were flashing lights in the distance) and that I couldn’t walk well.  Instantly, practically as soon as the thought entered my mind, there was a luminous purple glow, which allowed me to see and walk in the surrounding area without falling.  It dawned on me this morning that a dark purple glow like this would also be difficult to see at a distance and that was probably the point. My companion seemed almost as confused as I was about how we got a mile away from the field and scene of this accident (meaning she must have been with me in the vehicle?).  It appeared that this person was engaged in some type of a role playing scenario believing that we were “collecting evidence” from this accident.  This person had a flashlight that wasn’t working and believed that the luminous glow that was mysteriously coming from nowhere was actually coming from the flashlight.  Then as if she had a moment of clarity she says, “They took us.  We are having missing time.” I believe that this event may have been real and the human mind gets incredibly confused when its continuity is interrupted by strange events like these.  It’s not that she was role playing as much as her mind was trying to adapt to the strange disconnects that were taking place. She seemed to be flopping back and forth between understanding and confusion. The moment she figured things out there was again another disconnect.

Within a moment we were in a cluttered dingy room. I have been in places like this before, they are gray and indecipherable.  It sometimes feels as if you are in a basement or some other dank structure.  In the past I have heard abductees describe these environments as the inside of UFO craft.  I personally don’t believe that, but certainly other people do.  I feel it is worth mentioning.  At some point a thin and very odd looking man comes in and begins talking to us about a strange scenario that I will have to get more into in another post.  This scenario deals with what he terms a “destructive transformation” of reality.  He essentially says that this scenario is unavoidable and inescapable.  Again, this gets into areas that I do not trust, which are apocalyptic scenarios that never come to fruition.  This is a staple of these types of experiences.  I remember this strange man putting on a pair of glasses and then saying, “Now the both of you can go back to sleep.”  Again there was another disconnect.

At about 5:29AM I awoke in my bedroom.  I don’t remember going upstairs to bed or even taking my youngest daughter to her room.  My wife seeing me sitting up in bed says, “what the hell happened last night?”  With a very puzzled look on my face I tell her that I wasn’t sure.  She then says, “I think we were taken last night.”  While she is clearly saying it in jest because the night seemed to have been consumed by an overpowering sleep, she nonetheless admits that this type of thing is not normal for the both of us.  We generally stay awake fairly late into the evening.  Both of us were powerless to stay away beyond 8:45 pm and even my wife, who is highly skeptical of events like this believes that strange things were happening here last night.

Now there are a few interesting anecdotes that go along with this.  Last night while making dinner I burned myself pretty badly on the two middle fingers of my right hand.  The whole night I was in pretty bad pain.  I treated the wound and left it alone.  When I awoke this morning there were no blisters and no pain whatsoever.  It was almost as if the burn had never happened.  My wife and kids heard me yell when it happened and saw it turn dark red and puffy.  Again, this morning that is completely gone-there isn’t even the slighting hint that I was ever burned.  However, on my left hand on the first knuckle of my index finger, is a small, but painful cut that I have no recollection of having received.  Further I awoke this morning feeling as though I have been exposed to something I am allergic to.  My fingers are somewhat puffy, my eyes and throat somewhat red and scratchy.  All of these symptoms have largely faded while writing this account.