So this shit is gonna sound absolutely bizarre and out of this world (no pun intended) but here goes. So I basically grew up all over California in what's called group homes. I was an angry kid most of my life and didn't have family so low and behold I was a little asshole who needed to be put away til I could learn to deal with shit. So anyways 18 group homes, 3 foster homes and a lockdown later, I turned 18 and finally aged out. Well shit was hard, and I mean really hard. Institutionalized to the fullest. I was so far away from society that when I turned 18 I learned what a fuckin flat screen tv was at 18. So in short, i was substantially fucked up mentally, had no idea how to adult and sunk into some gnarly depression. Well I said fuck it one night and swallowed some pills. And by "some" I mean 5 full bottles of ambian. For those of you who don't know, ambian is a sleeping medicine that is no joke strong as shit. So I tried to commit suicide. And it worked. Except I was brought back 5 times and was in a coma for a month and a half and had to relearn how to walk and had to do speech therapy for months. I remember taking the pills on the beach and looking and smiling. Now I'm 25 and have two kids and have basically made a full recovery to the point to where my doctors and specialists are shocked.
So this is where shit gets weird....
About 4 years ago I made the choice to recontact the person I was with the night I said fuck it. Their story/version is what scares me the most. I was in Ventura California, (close to LA) even have a video of me surfing with them the day before. I remember vividly walking out to the beach and sitting there and smiling. They said they went to bed and I was on the beach (we were at my buddies beach house, He's got his own beach essentially) the next morning I was gone.... All my shit was there still, and I was fuckin gone. Poof. They called and called, no answer then made a missing persons report two days later after contacting my foster family and learned they had no response from me either. I was found in Redding California 3 months later. (750 miles away, how the fuck I got there, I have no idea) The doctors said I had been pronounced dead on the scene then was resuscitated and brought back numerous times before being placed on life support for several weeks. I had a 3% brain activity. I woke up and they asked the basic shit, what's your name where you from what year is it ect ect, and I tell them I'm in Ventura California. Now you hallucinate alot after a coma, it just happens. So they thought it was part of the coma recovery. Nope, its true. I had been missing for 3 months before i was "found in redding".
Ever since the "fuck it" moment happened, I've had dreams, vivid dreams. Not every night but every other night or so and their just weird. And they are so real.... Its military shit and sometimes I'm being water boarded in them and sometimes I'm watching people be water boarded, I'm also killing people in these dreams but its so real from the ring in my ear after the gun goes off or the feeling of pure numb. Its too surreal. I had a hypnosis done and the lady was shocked when I woke up and told me that I needed to leave.... Idk what's going on but I need help. I have shit that is happening that I can't explain either. I know when someone's gonna say something and sometimes I can feel others emotions. I knew when my mom was sick and called an ambulance when i was 5 states away from her and hadn't talked to her in weeks. Idk... Idk if this will even be seen but I just hope someone is gonna see this and know what I'm experiencing isn't false and I'm not crazy. Believe me, I've been down that path, several psychologists and doctors later, no I'm not skitzo or anything even remotely close. I committed suicide in one place and woke up almost 1000 miles away with absolutely no idea how the fuck I got there. So while you try to figure it out here's a list of shit that I know it can't be. Not mentally fucked up Never did drugs (I smoke weed but let's be real here fellas) No I wasn't on any medicine prior to the incident Yes all the medical records are fuckin gone minus the fact that I have discharge paperwork they says doesn't exist, I've got $150,000 in medical bills as proof yet when I asked billing dept they said I don't have any information just a debt. Which worked in my favor because I no longer have those bills anymore they took them off due to no proof I was even a resident at the ICU for 47 days. Shit is not adding up and I can't remember half my childhood which is good now I guess but it makes me fuckin wonder what the fuck really happened... I guess thanks for reading, plz don't make fun of me or call me crazy, I already have a hard enough time even telling a therapist I have these fucked up dreams let alone a conspiracy I was possibly picked up by aliens or something. I've been huge into Mk ultra and something is telling me to strive more towards that direction but lots of abduction stories are similar to mine in the events that happened.
Submitted July 07, 2020 at 08:17PM by LucasHellaaShreddy https://ift.tt/2BLOaq4
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