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   SUBJECT: Am I an Abductee?                                   FILE: UFO1081   
      
   PART 5   
      
   Sometime later that week, I developed a somewhat painful subcutaneous   
   pimple in my pubic hair region.  I didn't think much about it at   
   the time, except that I had never had a pimple in that area before,   
   nor one as deep below the skin and as painful.  I forgot all about   
   this until just recently, on July 19, when I developed another pimple   
   in the same area, just after another unusual nocturnal experience.   
   It took me some time before I could accurately place a time-frame   
   on the occurrence of my first pimple.   
      
   April 11, I flew out to Chicago to visit my mother in the hospital,   
   and forced my father to have his bad toe looked at.  Sometime while   
   I was away, Jim stopped protecting the door every night and eventually   
   forgot about it.  I returned home April 18, just in time to greet   
   our house-guest from Los Angeles, our good friend, Dave.  During   
   his visit with us, I took Dave aside and told him of the strange   
   events in March, and of what Carolina had said.  I convinced him   
   to try and hypnotize me, so that I might be able to recall the events   
   more clearly. It took a great deal of persuasion to talk him into   
   it, since he said that he had no experience at hypnosis, and was   
   not eager to try.  Nevertheless, he eventually gave in, but we had   
   mixed results at the effort.  Nothing of interest really occurred,   
   except that the following morning I felt really negative about the   
   whole thing and destroyed the tape-recorded transcript of my hypnosis   
   session.  I didn't remember what I had said, and at that point, I   
   didn't want to either.  I never admitted to Dave what had happened   
   to the tape.  Before he left for Los Angeles, Dave warned me that   
   anything I might try to find out about my possible abduction experience   
   would most likely be contaminated by all the books I've read.   
      
   Life went on more-or-less as usual for the next several months.  I   
   resumed smoking again, my performance at school dropped sharply,   
   and I started drinking before going to bed.  When Summer came, I   
   avoided getting a job, and stayed up later and later every night.   
   I tried to put the subject of UFOs out of my mind, but only with   
   marginal success.  My attitude on the subject fluctuated from wishing   
   that I could forget it all, to openly inviting another experience.   
   Twice I purposefully went camping in extremely remote areas, hoping   
   that I could induce an abduction.  Needless to say, my effort was   
   futile (at least as far as I can remember.)  If aliens were abducting   
   me, then they had their own schedule, and my invitation didn't matter   
   one bit.   
      
   Then on July 17, it happened again.  I had been plagued by an uneasy   
   feeling all evening.  I thought about having a glass of wine, but   
   Jim coaxed me into bed early that night (around 2 am), telling me   
   we needed to get up by a decent hour the next day.  I am normally   
   a very heavy sleeper, and I fall asleep quickly, but that night was   
   to be an exception.  I laid in bed, tossing and turning for what seemed   
   like hours, never truly falling asleep.  I can recall listening to   
   the slow, deep rhythm of Jim's breathing pattern, and being surprised   
   that my restlessness wasn't disturbing him.  The last thing I remember   
   is the sensation of my heart pounding rapidly as I was overcome with   
   extreme fear.  And then suddenly, it was light out!  A thought entered   
   my head, but before I could think further, "Rap Rap Rap", three loud   
   bangs resounded throughout the apartment, causing me to fear that   
   we were in the midst of another earthquake.  I looked at the clock,   
   and was shocked to discover that it was already after 6 am.  Whatever   
   that first thought was, it was completely lost in the immediate confusion.   
   I became aware that my bladder was painfully full, and gently got   
   up so as to not awaken Jim, who was still sleeping soundly beside   
   me.  When I returned to bed, Jim asked me what I was doing up already.   
   Apparently, as silent as I had been, my movement had awoken him,   
   even though the three loud bangs had not.  Further, I questioned   
   why my earlier restlessness had not disturbed his sleep, but this   
   had.   
      
   I haven't had to get up to empty my bladder in the middle of the   
   night since childhood, and I began to wonder why it was so extremely   
   full, especially considering that I hadn't had anything to drink   
   the night before.  I was sure that I had never actually fallen asleep,   
   but yet I seemed to "wake up", with the sun already shining.  I put   
   on my night-mask to block out the daylight, and returned to bed.   
   And then I remembered something...    With the clarity equal to any   
   image seen through my own eyes, I beheld the likeness of an alien.   
   In my mind's eye, I held that vision and examined it.  As I inspected   
   the roundness of his hairless cranium, I became amazed at how real   
   and three-dimensional the image looked, much more than any photograph   
   could ever approach.  I observed the color of his skin, and was quite   
   surprized to learn that my previous conceptions were all wrong.   
   My earlier ideas of what an alien should look like were based upon   
   the dust jacket of Whitley Strieber's book, Communion, and on the   
   TV movie about The Interrupted Journey.  His skin was a creamy grey,   
   much less grey than I had previously imagined.  There was a tinge   
   of green, but as subtle as the green in a black person's complexion.   
   I thought to myself that an unsophisticated eye might not even pick   
   up on the green.  Overall, I would describe his complexion as simply   
   pale.  Only if I wished to emphasize its unusual nature, would I   
   use the word "grey."   
   End of Part 5   
      
                
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