+ The Grey Aliens (several dreams in one night) +
I fell asleep at about 12:30 on the 18th of February, 2004, as I am usually a nighthawk. I know for certain that something happened to me within a dream during this first span of time. Something, yet I cannot remember what. I know that I had a dream, and that is all.
This dream ended at exactly 2:58 am –I know this because I awoke briefly to glance at the clock. When I lay back down to sleep I immediately began the second dream. It began, as far as I can remember with the knowledge that someone was in our house –I knew not who or why, just they were there. I was with my father and we were upstairs (it was night). At one point (the details of how, when or where are scarce) we discovered the entrant of our house; an alien, perhaps more than one. It was grey in colour, short (about 3 or 4 feet tall) with very large, black eyes that reflected our faces. (Grey, possibly Reptilian-slaves, possibly free) I was angry when I saw them, but a small fear began to creep into me as well and I shut the door behind which they were watching us and barred it with nearby furniture. Upon telling my father of them, he scoffed slightly and smiled at me, telling me I was imagining things. I told him that I had them trapped in a room (it was my own) and he went to investigate.
Upon opening the door, he immediately saw the beings, but only for a moment, for they were escaping from the room through the attic door that is on my ceiling. He frowned slightly and returned downstairs with us. I was worried; now they were free to enter the house again if they wished it. I said to my father, “Now do you believe me?” and he replied, “I must... I saw them myself.” We sat on the couch in our living room and I began to get the feeling like I was once again being watched, and I grew mor and more anxious. My father stood up and told us he was going to retrieve some things from the store but did not say what. I told him that I wanted to go with him (I was terrified to be left alone to them, as I knew my ability was not powerful enough to protect myself). He said to me, “No... you must stay here; we can’t leave your sister alone here.” I frowned; I hadn’t noticed she was there at all...
He left and I sat on the couch, hoping he would return quickly.
At that moment I woke up (it was 3:58) and was faced with a terror so great, I did not at first believe it had been a dream. The emotion was so intense that I found myself shaking in fear and my pajamas were damp from my sweat. I sat up, wide-eyed and alert, fearful of something I could neither see nor hear and couldn’t name. At one point I was terrified enough that I reached into the bed-side table’s depths and pulled out an old Swiss Army Knife that my father had given me. I pulled the knife from it’s compartment without even looking at it and held it, even though I knew that it would be no help if what I was facing was what I thought it to be. A physical attack would be my only hope, and one of surprise. I stayed in this position until 4:58 at which point I began to feel extremely drowsy and tired. I had to force myself to keep my eyes open, though my fear was still new. Eventually I could not take it any longer and I let go of the knife, placing it on the table and I instantly fell asleep from exhaustion. Here is the next dream I had:
It was night once again, and I lay in a house I did not recognize, in a room I had never seen. In the dream, I thought this odd but did not say anything. My father had just tucked my sister and I into bed (we were in the same room) before he left. Suddenly I was in my own room (though I felt as if I were still in that strange one... as if it was all an illusion), sitting upon my bed and looking into the faces of two people: a girl and her brother.
The sister looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was very skinny and very frail. She had short bleach-blonde hair that was cut in a sort of layered way and long fingers. She wore a pair of black jeans that seemed to be too big and a yellow tank-top that seemed to have faded in the sun in some parts, but not on others. She had chains tied to her jeans (as many punky-teen-people have been doing lately) and many things in her hair. The only thing about her I cannot describe were her eyes. I never saw them. Whenever I tried to look into them my own eyes seemed to slide out of place and looked at her forehead or at her nose so I had trouble peering into them. I do know, however that her eyes were very strange...
Her brother was a little more chubby, though he seemed just as frail. He was about my age. He wore a plain greyish tee-shirt and a pair of black jeans. I never saw much of him because he was always covered by shadows even though the room was lit by a lamp. I did, however, get to see his eyes. They frightened me more than the dream before had; completely dark with no whites and no iris, just black. I have I feeling that I only saw this feature because he allowed me to.
The girl sat upon the floor and her brother always sat in my chair, shrouded by darkness. The boy did not speak, but his sister did, “Hey, you want to come for a walk with us?” Although I felt a yearning to go at first, I realized that I didn’t want to go with them, especially not that boy... “No... I’d get into trouble if I did.” She smiled at me and answered, “But what if we called a friend do drive us instead? I’m sure you’d be able to go, no one would even notice.” I frowned at her suggested; they had asked me to go for a walk, why would they call a friend to drive us?
I replied that I would rather not and she frowned at me for a moment before sighing and saying, “Well, ok...” The boy continued to glare at me and he even seemed angry for not coming. I watched them as they left.
Then the scene switched. I was now riding a bike (or that’s what I’m calling it) down a road that I know. It was a strange bike, being blue and very bulky. It was very large and resembled a bulky motorcycle more than a bike. I had trouble controlling it.
I rode past a bunch of teenagers (they appeared to be about 17-19 years old), many of them carrying knives and such. I rode past them nervously, but went by anyway. At the end of the road, my ‘bike’ swerved and I turned around and went back down the street toward the men. They seemed not to like the idea of it and as I once again slid to the side of the road they stopped me and said, “Why did you turn around and come back?” They seemed suspicious of me for some reason, so I told them the truth. “Well, you see, I’m not really that good at riding this thing, so I keep losing control. I’m still working on turning.” I said it calmly and politely, in hopes they would see my sincerity. For a moment they looked irritated, but they picked up the ‘bike’ and righted it for me. I said, “Aww, thanks... that’s so sweet.” I noticed that one of the men had even put aside his knife to help them.
I rode away from that street, thanking them as I did. Then the whole world seemed to change. I was now in a store, waiting to pay for something at the cash. I turned slightly yo look at the window and I saw this little girl, no more than 3 or four years old. She was clothed for winter in a magenta-coloured jacket with teal snowpants and a little red hat. She had little mittens on her hands.
The entire world seemed to fade away as I watched that girl stand face to the door, about five feet away. She lifted her hand a placed it on the window, leaving a mitten print in the fog on the glass there. She then took off her mitten and placed her bare hand on the window, pulling it away to show a four-fingered hand print. I peered at it and it gave me the chills. She then turned and all I saw was her two black eyes, with no iris and no whites... I awoke at 6:58 am...
