J O U R N A L :::

Summer 1998

Just dont know what to make of it. So weird and seemed pointless. Guess I'll start at the begining. Man I'm tired, anyway.
Woke up 230. Funny cause the significance of the time didn't hit me. Went to bathroom, came back to bed. I dont think I even fell asleep. Seemed like one moment awake and trying to sleep, and next I'm sliding down the mattress to the end of bed.
I freaked, knew I was paralyzed, but somehow fought it. Was very tingly and disoriented as I stood up. Knew somethng was happening and so decided to try and mark something.
Standing in front of the long dresser very confused about how to mark it. Started to reach for pile of clothes and suddenly was standing in front of the short dresser trying to pick up same pile, but couldn't move it cause something invisible blocking my arm. Then I was back in front of long dresser, and they came in the room.

Okay it gets weirder. I seemed to be on a ship or at least in front of their computer terminals. sitting on a bench taking a test and they brought Alex in and I wanted them to leave her alone and put her to bed. And then I was back in my room.

(This following was added later. I had left it out due to it's embarrassing content.)

I'm not sure what happened or can't remember anymore from the last writing I left off. What I recall now is there was this alien guy. He was taller than the others, 5 to 6 feet, and though I didn't mention it before, I felt like he was out of place. Like in a costume, or I wasn't seeing him right. He seemed to be the leader or in charge. Like the others, he resembled a mushroom or plant life.

The skin of the smaller ones was coarse in some areas, like a woody vine. Remember the swamp thing movie?, how the costume looked plant like and viney?
Their skin resembled this, but was not wet. Coarse in some places, smooth in others, and an overall dark textured quality. Their heads reminded me of mushroom caps or helmets, round on top, flaring out at the sides. About the length from wrist to elbow.
(note: anyone remember Buck Rogers and Twiki the robot? 'Helmet head' would be a suitable image.)
The tall one looked like this also, but his color was greyish silver, and I remember touching his arm and he was smooth, despite what I was seeing. Very illusionary in a way. Also was very human in attitude, bullyish prankster, talked a lot, but can't recall if vocally or not. The small ones were not vocal.

He wanted me to do something which I was against. There was some kind of threat to my daughter if I wouldn't do this thing, which infuriated me at the same time reminding me they had the power to do whatever they wanted, or to make someone do it. Only a matter of being agreeable, or by force.

Next scene. This is the bad part. I hate even thinking about it. He was standing in front of me and wanted me touch his privates. I didn't want to, but suddenly and against my will, I was leaning over the bed, sobbing and looking away while my hand grasped him.
I was horrified, angry, guilt ridden. My husband sleeping only a foot away while I fondled something. I felt betrayal, I felt raped in a way, even though physically I wasn't. I cried and said, no, please no, but something else seemed to be controlling me. I remember thinking how small this thing was. Small, flexible, completely smooth, perhaps the length of my pinkie finger. I was so disgusted. And then it seemed to ejaculate in my hand. Even more disgusted, sickened. My control was my own again and I was able to take my hand away and looked, but my hand was empty.
I'm confused, and furious. The being is very smug.

A blank spot, next moment. I'm sitting at the end of the bed conversing about what I'm not sure, previous visits maybe.
The lead one says something like, "Sure, let me show you." and calls two others into the room. They stand in front of the door and I recognize them. I go towards them, lean over and jab one in the chest, and smile and say, "I remember you!" with each poke.
They seem bashful but pleased I remember them. I ask them to tell me their names again as I'd forgotten them. They tell me, but of course, I've forgotten again.

(And the rest is what followed from the original writing.)

I'm sitting back down again.
They let me wake Curt up. He lay there for a moment demanding to know why I woke him and finally sat up, and I told him to come to the end of the bed so he could see this. He got halfway down the bed when his vision cleared, and he stopped and stared. Scooted another foot closer, leaned forward and peered at them standing there. And he started yelling in a hoarse voice, "Oh my god!" He swore and started throwing blankets around. "They're fucking real. They're in My house!"

And I just sat there grinning like I told you so. He threw himself back up the bed and hid his head in the pillow moaning, "oh god, wake up!" and then he started to convulse. I worried about a heart attack and they told me not to worry, that he'd be okay, it was a fear shock reaction. They started to laugh and I laughed too saying something about it must be an in joke for them and it was nice of them to share it with me. They nodded and I crawled up the bed to be next to him so he'd be okay, and then he was back to sleep and I woke up.