for the non-bleevers

[Russ]

My Story
I find it very difficult to write this down. Why, I do not know. I've only done it once in response to an email. But, I've had a few people ask me to tell my story. So at the risk of opening myself up to ridicule, here it is.
Back in the early 80's I was living with my second wife in a little town called Hughes Springs in East Texas. I had never heard anything about the Walton case, Betty & Barney Hill, anything of that nature. Now I used to watch a TV show back when I was a kid called "Project Bluebook". But to me, it was nothing more than a Sci-Fi show like the old Godzilla movies. Except it wasn't as good. So, I really didn't pay it no mind. After all, what was so special about lights in the sky when you had Godzilla? Basically, I hadn't heard anything about ufo's since I was a kid, nor even thought about it.

Anyway, my mother wanted us to go with her to some Church Revival by some "out of town" preacher that called himself the "underground preacher". So I said why not. My entire family was going, my 4 brothers, 2 sisters, their significant other's, their kids as well as my own. We took up an entire pew, plus half of another. After a solid 25 minutes of listening to instuctions on how to fill out the withdrawal slips conveniently placed on the backs of the pews that were valid at any bank in town, and listening to how important it was for us to help support their cause, and not seeing the person we had come to see, I decided enough was enough. I leaned foward and told my mother sitting half way down the pew from me that we were leaving. These guys were doing nothing more than pulling a scam. When I got up to leave, my entire family left with me.

On the way home I stopped to pick up my normal six-pack. Got to the house, had dinner, put the kids to bed, rolled up a joint and had a beer. Nothing unusual for me. About this time it was just before 11:00pm. Usually I would stay up and watch Johnny's monologue on the tonight show but, I was a little po'd over what happened earlier. Plus I felt a little guilty about my family walking out of a church revival because of me. Got in bed and just started dozing off when it suddenly felt as though someone picked me up by the back of my head and flipped me out of the bed head over heals. As I was flipping over I could see my wife sitting upright in bed, her arms were in a position as though someone was standing behind her trying to pick her up. Except she was absolutely still, no movement what-so-ever. There was no "blue light" filling up the room other than the normal moonlight from the window. At least that's what it seemed. My arms were pinned to my side and I was in a semi-fetal position. When I flipped over I thought I had landed on my back except the door knob to our bedroom was at my eye level. I could see everywhere I looked but I could not turn my head. I suddenly made a very quick 90 degree turn to my left and started going out of the door into the hallway. Still in the fetal position, another sharp 90 to the right and down the hall. There were no little grey beings, no tall white billowy creature, nothing. There was no one in the room. Yet I was being dragged, for lack of a better word, down the hallway toward the living room. There was no "floating sensation" as I've heard described. This was violent, very violent. It felt as though I was on some kind of roller conveyor except, it encompassed my entire body. Again, I could see no one. I had no control over what was happening. The movement was very rapid. By the time I could say anything I was half way down the hall. (Typical 3 bed 2 1/2 bath ranch style house) The only thing I could say was "Jesus" When I made it to the living room, I yelled Jesus again. Then I made another sharp 90 to the left and was looking toward what should have been the front door. There was nothing except what appeard to be the entrance to some kind of cave or something. Solid blackness. I thought that I had truly offended God and Satan had come to drag me off to Hell because of what happened earlier. Then I truly screamed for Jesus and at that moment I felt the sudden rush of some sort of drug. I had shot coke before (among other drugs) and that's what it felt like. I know longer do things like that and I strongly discourage people from hard drugs. But it's a part of my past and there is nothing I can do, other than try and teach people from my own mistakes. Then, I blacked out.

The next thing I know I felt as though someone had dropped me from a height of maybe 3 or 4 feet onto my bed. I jumped straight out of the bed and grabbed my 30-30 that I always kept right beside me. I was panicked and very dis-oriented. Levered a round in the chamber and headed out of the bedroom expecting to come across some intruder. I was ready to fire at anything that moved. Opened the door to my son's room and made a quick scan. He was safe. Stepped toward my daughter's room and I could not force myself to turn the door knob. Out of fear or what, I do not know. But I could not physically turn the knob. This sent me into defense mode and military training came rushing back in. I was sure there were intruders. I ran to toward the living room, scoped it, nothing there. Peaked out of the front window expecting to see someone running or something. There was nothing. Went back to my daughter's room and was able to open the door. She was safe. Now, I'm saying to myself, WTF just happened? I walked back to the living room and looked out the window again. It was getting light outside. Something certainly wasn't right about that. I broke down and cried like a 2 year old that just had his ice cream stolen by some bully. And then I cried for hours. I still don't know why.

Now the skeptics response? Acid flashback! no, actual trips aren't that intense or realistic. Sleep paralysis! no, that's something I suffer quite often. Usually just an arm, leg, sometimes both. Only twice have I suffered full body. Although it is quite scary to wake up and think you're paralysed, you don't get dragged through your house. Drunk! no, just one beer and I can drink most Irishmen under the table. High on pot! no, very little to no effect on me. At the most it'll make me want to play my guitar. Just a bad dream! no, i've had some very intense dreams both good and bad but, as soon as I wake up, I know it was just a dream. Simple minded, can't tell a dream from reality! Sorry wrong again, IQ 140+ (other testing required to get my actual, screw that! ).

So, you tell me. Was I abducted? Was it a bad dream? Did Satan come to claim my soul, I cried for Jesus, and he decided to give me a second chance? I really don't know what happened. But I do know, it was as real as talking to anyone face to face. It certainly was no dream. Or,..... am I just pulling your leg? You decide.




Boy,.....can't wait to see the response......may be a day or two before I can respond, I have a lot going on right now.

Oh btw, I forgot to tell you about the noise. It was as if there were a thousand people talking to me all at the same time.

[Khtiraa]

Sounds like hell to me. Remember, they call him the 'underground' preacher.

[Miss Deetective]

Wow Russ, not sure what happened to you that night. I didn't read anything in your post that points to ET's though.
I would say it was more of a paranormal experience than anything else. Did your wife remember sitting up in bed as you described??

[StephieM]

That is very strange. I thought paranormal too like Dee, but I've never heard of a ghost causing someone to be paralyzed like that. The loss of time would indicate somethiing ET. Have you ever gone under any kind of hypnosis to see if you can remember anything from that lost time? Did anyone else in your family remember what happened?

[Carol Nistri]

Cripes Russ,ya skeert me.I was mesmerized by this post its a little after five in the morning Im sitting in the kitchen reading your post and sipping hot coffee,when I started to read about those violent 90 degree turns my husband stepped out of the dark living room and scared the spit outta me.Ill be back in a bit,Ive got to clean up hot coffee off the keyboard. Russ Im not sure this was an alien encounter it sounds more like Poltergists but it had to shake you up something fierce,did your wife remember any of it the next day?

Or that underground preacher man was into satanic rituals,he may have gotten ticked that the family left before he could pick their pockets.I would have done the same thing,that is got up and left.

[Mr Magoo]

It could of been paranormal...Russ..i'm sure its not a flashback...i had a similar background as far as subtances go..Flashbacks are normally very short.and normally involve audio or visual disturbance...one more down to earth explantion is what happended to my stepdads mate..he had a brainstorm brought on by stress,he had been in bed asleep and awoke in a fit of terror and couldn't find the bedroom door,when he did he flew down the stairs screaming he wanted to kill my mum and my stepdad had to lay him out.....when he came round he had little memory of the event,but was convinced his exwife was trying to kill him. That is one possibility..sounded very scarey and intense..and you are brave to come forward,your not nuts..that much im sure of!

[Carol Nistri]

You see that,these stories are all to common for us to ignore them,I believe you Russ and Im betting everyone here does,um,almost everyone.

[Jurgen]

Did you had bruses or something from being dragged around? It does sound like a real bad dream as you suddenly, after blacking out, found yourself in bed.
Very disturbing event, can't say I envy you!
It smells like a case for the EDH imo

[mercuryrapids]

Your last sentence just scared the crap out of me, Russ!

I'll just post what I wrote for my website years ago:

Was I Abducted By Aliens?
by
Steve Johnson

Experts on the phenomenon of alien abduction claim that certain forms of recurring dreams and nightmares can be pointers to the possibility that the sufferer has had an extra-terrestrial experience.

Often, the dreamer finds himself in a room surrounded by strange, unearthly figures or peculiar symbolisms. Sometimes the visions are disturbing, sometimes comforting. Often, they are illuminating, revelations about themselves or the world-at-large being disclosed, the Whitley Strieber and Travis Walton incidents being the most notable cases in point.

If the dreams recur year after year (usually starting in childhood), the recipient may choose to visit a therapist, who will try to get to the bottom of the problem by using hypnosis. Hypnosis is generally regarded as being of great therapeutic value. Subjects suffering from various maladies or psychological problems can be helped during sessions conducted by trained hypnotherapists. Hypnosis can also be used to help smokers quit or as pain relief during minor operations.

Unfortunately, hypnotherapists (such as Bud Hopkins) are not required to undergo serious training to obtain licenses to practise, as medical doctors are. This makes it possible for anybody to set themselves up as professional hypnotherapists. Some have been known to plant suggestive images into the minds of their 'patients' to make them believe that they are recalling an alien abduction. Thankfully, this is not the case with the vast majority of reputable hypnotherapists and we shall assume that our fictional victim has visited one of these genuine practitioners.

Where the process enters the realms of controversy is when it is used in regressive therapy. This is when the subject is placed under the influence of the hypnotist and taken back to a point in the past where memories of that time are excised. Due to the diffuse nature of memory, quite often real memories are merged with the subject's own subconscious imagination. Depending on the questions posed by the hypnotherapist, fantastic stories can be recounted. Whether these recollections are genuine or not is difficult to determine. The danger lies in the mind of the subject - 'they' certainly believe them to be real memories.

If, during a regression, the subject recalls what he believes is an upsetting abduction experience, he can be seriously disturbed emotionally. What started out as a series of relatively harmless, recurring dreams has become definite knowledge (to him) of a terrifying alien kidnapping.

This has been known to lead to neuroses where the sufferer may be afraid to go out at night, could suffer from insomnia (as most abductions take place while the contactee slumbers) and is in mortal terror of an abduction occurring again.

All this caused by a harmless dream, often occurring many years in the subject's past!

As a child, I had a recurring dream. It was neither frightening nor comforting - it just happened and I was swept along with it. The dream began with a view of the interior of a vast room or warehouse. The area was dark, but not pitch-black; girders high above could be seen, as could objects around me.

I was being led through this room, but I couldn't see by whom. I think I was dressed in my pyjamas.

Suddenly the force leading me was gone and I could move freely. I took a few seconds to survey my surroundings. Through the gloom I could see what appeared to be crates or boxes stacked all over the place.

The air was filled with whispers, a quiet cacophony of excited voices. I was of the impression that there were hundreds of people in the room with me, but I could not see any of them. Only my own sense of proximity and their hollow whisperings betraying their presence.

I began to walk forward and found myself beside a low wall or counter. It was only about waist high. I followed the wall until it ended abruptly. A strange voice came from behind the low barrier and I was unable to understand it.

I looked in the direction of the voice and its owner appeared.
A small, greyish figure (riding a tricycle!) came from around the wall. It was tiny, wrinkled and clothed in long, dark robes. It spoke to me again. The language was most peculiar and I could not understand a word of it. It was a humming, nasal form of speech (something like the sound of one's own voice if you stick your fingers in your ears) and I sensed power in its words.

Somehow, I was still completely unafraid.

Suddenly, the room was flooded with light and a mighty cheer went up from my invisible companions. Before I could get a good look at the newly-lit room, the dream ended.

I had this dream several times during my youth and it was exactly the same every time I experienced it.

A dream expert would probably say that the dream signifies a journey from darkness into light. Perhaps I was struggling with something during my childhood that eventually became resolved. If so, then I cannot remember it. I had a reasonably stable, sheltered life as a child with no major traumas that I can recall.

What would an abduction expert make of it? I don't know, as I have never told anybody about the dream until recently.

What would they make of the large, dimly-lit room? The interior of a UFO? Or some secret, government installation? That would explain the plethora of crates strewn all over the place. I would doubt that aliens would use wooden crates for the purposes of storage aboard their spacecraft, but you never know - stranger things have been known to occur in the world of ufology.

What was the invisible hand leading me? Was it a kind of tractor beam or teleportation device? Or could it have been a hypnotic suggestion implanted in my mind that compelled me to go there? Once there, the suggestion obviously evaporated and I was able to move freely once more.

From whom did the echoing whispers come? I had the feeling that there were hundreds of people with me in the room. Could they have been the same as the ugly little dwarf which spoke to me? I do not think so. I got the impression that they were humans. Fellow abductees? Perhaps. Government employees? Maybe. Human/alien hybrids working for the ETs? I get a strange feeling as I write that last question. Could that be the answer?

What did the low wall or counter represent? Beats me. Perhaps it was a representation of the hidden agenda of the aliens. As long as they remained behind their 'wall', we would be unaware of their presence. But once they step around it...

Why did the ashen elf speak to me before revealing himself? Perhaps he was warning me not to be alarmed by his appearance. I do remember that I was not afraid, even though he was quite hideous to look at. Why was he riding a tricycle? God knows! Maybe that was my own childish psyche adding a familiar image as a sort of mental security blanket.

What about the creature itself? The room was dark, so I could not see him clearly ( I say "him", but I cannot be certain as to gender). Could he have been an alien, possibly one of the so-called Greys? The only resemblance that I could make out was that he ’was“ grey and that he was small in stature - as the Greys are said to be.

The creature was wearing long, dark robes and he was hooded. This has been recognized as a style of clothing favoured by the squat, ugly servants of the Greys, most famously depicted in Whitley Streiber's best-selling book, Communion. Remember, though, I had this dream as a young child in the early 1970s, many years before Strieber had recounted his experiences in novel form.

What sticks most in my mind about the creature was not his appearance, but his speech. I could not understand a word of it, yet, somehow, in a way I could. His mouth opened and closed as he spoke, so it was proper speech. It was a dreary monotone, humming and nasal. Kind of like Lester Piggott with a really bad cold! What was it saying to me? I have absolutely no idea. Could it have been of importance? Immediately after it had finished speaking, the lights came on. Could this signify that I was told something illuminating? That is a bit of a stretch, I know, but it is the best explanation that I can come up with. The roaring cheer also illustrates something of import to me, but what I do not recall.

Lastly, and possibly most importantly, why does the dream end here? Why am I unable to see the interior of the room properly? Could the lights and cheering represent my journey back to bed? Or are there more memories buried deep in my subconscious?

Before the hypnotherapists start calling or writing to me, I would like to say that I have no intention of undergoing hypnosis or regressive therapy. I have no wish to live out the rest of my days fearing the return of the tricycle-riding dwarf!

If aliens did snatch me from my bed when I was a child, then it did me no physical or mental harm. A hypnosis session might uncover memories that I do no want to recall. Obviously, if they are there, deep in my dusty vaults, then the aliens meant for them to stay there out of harm's way. It could be argued that this is not a positive way to reflect upon my recollections, that I have a duty to try and solve the mystery. I disagree, all the recurring dream represents is a curiosity from my past. I think that I had the dream once as an adult, but that was many years ago, and I have not had it since (at least I don't remember it if I did).
The experts can debate it until they are blue in the face, but nobody is getting inside my head to search for answers that I definitely do not want.

© 1998 Steven Johnson

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[Khtiraa]

BTW, is that the first and last time you've had any unusual experience? What about when you were in the military?
As for the experience you mentioned, whatever it was, seems that it supplied an illustration which had a prfoundly good effect on your life. I applaud you for sharing it here.