hey guys figured since i've posted alot on ghosts i'd share the one thing i most hate talking about.. ets lol.
i remember as a child i used to have what i called dreams of aliens. i also remember seeing lights in the skies and i knew they weren't airplanes. they would flicker on and off and boom be in a different place in the sky.
move up and down and that sort of thing.. not an airplane.
anyways i remember always telling my dad about the lights i saw and hes like "you're just seeing airplanes". so i started taking him out side and pointing them out and he would sit and stare and be like "you are right, that can not be an airplane".
anways my point was i just wanted to share with you guys my most crazy experience and my last that i've had with et's aliens whatever u wish to call them. now that i've grown up and am not so scared i no longer call these experiences dreams like i used to do.
my most crazy and last experience:
the "dream" as i called it back then started off as usual.
i would be awake but couldn't move or yell for my mom or dad.
i felt something around me but couldn't see anything or move at all.
this time though it was different. i couldnt' move then all of a sudden
i felt something cold under me and i realized i was laying on some type of table thing and i was not in my room.
i saw the things around me and they wouldn't let me move but they spoke to me but not normal talking
i could only hear them in my head is the only way i can describe it.
they told me they wouldn't hurt me and to not be scared..
i was still scared and even more scared when i saw a shiney weird ass knife thing in one of their hands.
they even warned me they said "we're going to cut your leg but you wont feel it and it's not to hurt you"
they said "one cut and then we'll take you back"
i was freaking scared omg.
anyways after that i only remember waking up and crying and screaming for my mom. i told her about my "bad dream" and what happend in it.
she lifted off my covers and there was a cut on my leg and it was bleeding.
hmm.. still to this day i have a bit of doubt put there probably from my parents.
my mom said i probably just scratched myself bc of the dream but this was no scratch honestly ..
sometimes i like to think though that it was only a scratch.
i remember my dad used to always try to get me to talk more about it and he used to want me to go watch those lights with him.
after the cut happend i refused to talk about my dreams and i refused to go watch the lights.