J O U R N A L :::

April 04, 1997
Face to Face

This is long. I had another "dream?". I am not sure. The reason being, is I now wonder if there is so much info in my head that my mind created this from scraps or if this really happened. For purposes here, I will call it a dream. Here it is.

I woke in my bed to a brightness in my room, as if the full moon were shining in the window. It was blue tinted. I noticed shadows moving in the hall by the door. I immediately? knew it was "them". I coudn't see them though I was looking directly at them.
I spoke out loud, " I want to see you, I want to remember this so I know its real." (For some reason I still thought I was dreaming, maybe I was, I did not expect a response) I sensed agreement. They began to move further into the room and their features began to materialize.
I immediately became frightened and wanted to change my mind. "Wait, I'm not ready! Please, make it go away! I don't want it!" I was told by all of them, or one, that is was too late, I had asked and it had already been given to me.

What I saw was, well, not what I expected. Not compared to what I've heard and seen in media. Eight or twelve of them. Not sure had the impression there were others in the house.
They were short, about three ft. Thin, but slight, protruding stomachs. That is where the comparison to media ends.
They were tan or brownish. Not wrinkled, but the skin had appearance of crushed leather? Just lines and marks without the crease. The eyes were small, appeared sunken because the skin pushed forward around them, maybe blue or light colored. No hair. Small mouth and nose. On the upper forehead was a pinched crease and semi-ovate depression, like an infants, but more so, maybe an inch in depth. They certainly seemed real to me.

I was frightend and recalled something someone once said about sending mental pictures. I thought an image of me frightened emotionally and then of (barely managed under the circumstance) being calm and unafraid.
Not sure what happened, but they understood and they assured me I would be ok, and they seemed surprised that I would be afraid of them. Kind of like a mental "Oh! Oh, no,no,no. Ok!" As a group, they did something? and I was somewhat calmer, at least enough to think more clearly.

There appeared a female, somewhat human, on my left. Blonde hair, odd smile, and (men's?) clothing, like a suit. Two of them stepped forward on each side of my right thigh and they had thin needles. I was suddenly sitting on the end of the bed. My husband was still asleep.
These needles were shiny, about 2inches in length. Attached to the side of the needle, one inch up so that one inch was exposed, was a tiny metal tube of the same metal as the needle. About the same size as a small tubular fuse. They were laying in a fabric covered tray.
I panicked again and refused to let them do it. They were so fast, both of them sticking me and pulling them out, in the thigh with these needles. They used ten of them, actually eight. I was so surprised that it hadn't hurt at all. Just pressure, feeling of skin breaking, but no pain. I had tried to use my hands to stop them, but was so slow.
Their skin was cool to the touch. The placement of these sticks was in a semi- circle so that a pinhole was missing at the top and bottom of the circle on my thigh. Ten in all. ( )
Yes, I was under the impression there was something in the needles, some fluid perhaps. It happened in less than a second. The girl disappeared right afterwards, didn't see her go, she just wasn't there anymore.

I didn't think to ask what it was for. As we were done (they were pleased) four more came into the room, one carrying one of our dogs. She didn't look too happy. Our dog is 45lbs, almost as big as "them". They put her down and she rushed to me tail wagging. I recall wanting to ask questions, but that's it.

When I woke first thing I checked my leg. Nothing obvious showed. Some red dots that were more likely broken capillaries than any injection points, though, they did seem to have an evenly spaced pattern. But at this point, a person can make themselves see things out of something normal, so I choose not to count it as anything.