I might have been abducted before.

So since I was a teenager I've had really intense and sometimes terrifying dreams. I've had people and creatures alike visit me in my dreams. But this is this one, however, that I never became incredibly suspicious of until recently. It actually one of the first of a history of crazy ones I've had throughout life. Now typically, I have around 2-3 dreams a night. Sometimes more, and sometimes they carry over, like a lot of people.

This was the second dream of the night, and if I remember right, it followed one of the most anxiety inducing dreams I've ever had. But to keep it short,

I woke up from the first dream on a long body length table. The room was a little bigger than a jail cell, no windows, no decorations, just beige wall. I was in quite a daze. Theres a certain fogginess to all dreams, but this one reminds me of when I was given a dissociative at a hospital. I was definitely a different state than how I normally feel when I dream. After about half a minute of trying to figure out whats going on, one of my best friends at the time walks in the room. Then immediately, a second one of him walks in the room. Out of the hundreds of dreams I've had since then, this has never happened. I have never seen two of one person in the same room of one dream. They both looked slightly alarmed and almost nervous. At the same time, their facial expressions were almost emotionless. They approached me slowly, and I couldn't really do much from the sheer shock of seeing two of the same person, along with the hazy state of mind. Then they each got on different sides of the table, looked me up and down for a minute or so, and hoisted me up by the arms. I kept asking "Whats going on?" but never got an answer. Neither of them ever spoke or opened their mouths. They brought me out of the room the same way two friends would carry their overly drunk or hurt friend around, with their arms around each guys shoulders. Outside the room was your average looking living room of a wealthy American home. Not one I recognize. There was a big TV with a group of people watching that was on. I kept asking "Whats going on, where are we?" ect No reply. I was brought into a somewhat bright room that I would imagine would be the kitchen. And thats all I remember.

That was five years ago. Life has gotten unfathomably weird since then. I'll never forget the reality defying feeling I got watching my best friend walk into the room twice and stand next to himself. I don't believe the Greys are to be trusted.

Submitted December 12, 2016 at 02:25AM by SirShootsAlot http://ift.tt/2hkqEV2