I was lying on a narrow bed, with a sheet tightly wrapped around my body from the chest down. The sheet was tightly tucked around the edges; it was so tight that there were no wrinkles in this sheet. I was propped up on my elbows, looking around the room, and observed this.

But first I need to say this. Upon first opening my eyes, I smiled (although I am not sure I actually did smile) to myself and three words instantly popped into my head; "hey, I'm back"!

I have no idea why I thought this or what it meant. I cannot possibly imagine why this phrase suddenly popped into my mind, but I was very familiar with the surroundings. I felt very comfortable and was in no way scared or frightened of the scene I was looking at.

The room was about 80-100 feet across, circular in form and was very brightly lit. For a room to be so bright and no visible light fixtures to be found somewhat confused me. I could not determine where the light was coming from. Such a brightly lit room with no shadows yet the light was not at all uncomfortable to my eyes. The stainless steel table I was lying on was near the outside wall, but anyone could easily walk between the table and the wall. The table was about 2' wide and 6' in length, and immediately on my left side about the 10 o'clock position and 10-12 feet away was an alien. Immediately in front of me and facing me was another alien, perhaps 15' away. On my right side at the 2 o'clock position 15' away was another alien. On my right side at the 4 o'clock position was yet another alien 10' away. All of these creatures (for lack of a better term) were looking at me. I would describe them as more human form, shorter than my height of 5' 9'', but thinner with larger heads, longer arms and fingers. For some strange reason I cannot recall what the face may have looked like. All of them had their arms down by their sides. I had the feeling there were many more aliens in this large circular room, but I only distinctively remember these four.

I must say that I was in no way scared or frightened at any time. I felt like I had been there many times before, and I instinctively knew that I would not be harmed or hurt. It's almost like I knew them or had some relationship with them, whoever or whatever they were. For whatever length of time this scene lasted I do not know, but it was short. I closed my eyes briefly and told myself that when I opened my eyes again I would try to pick out more details of the aliens if I could. But when I did open my eyes, I was in the recovery room of Exempla Hospital with a nurse on my left side. It was then I realized I had not opened my eyes the first time like I thought.

Apparently I had observed a snapshot in time, a scene from the past that had somehow been hidden in my unconscious memory until this moment. Why would a scene of aliens, and this large room suddenly appear from my memory? Or had I imagined this picture, and was it was only a dream? At that time I was sure it was only a strange dream, although if it were in fact a dream, how could I remember such exacting details?

The nurse said something to me, and I don't remember what she said, but I immediately started telling her about what I saw. I was so excited at that moment; I could not wait to tell someone. I then became embarrassed I had said anything, and I quickly shut up. I wondered why I would just suddenly blurt out something to a stranger, and wondered what she would think of me. For weeks after this I wanted to go back to the hospital, find the nurse and ask her if she remembered what I had said to her.

Shortly after checking my vitals, the nurse left. While lying in the bed alone, I suddenly became disappointed, very disappointed and sad. I do not know why, as I was happy to look forward to leaving the hospital and going home, but I felt sincerely disappointed that I could not go back to the large round room with the aliens. I felt and still do feel an attachment to them. And for some strange reason I feel I am related to these strange beings. I saw a part of my life I never knew existed until that moment. Yet as brief as that moment was, it was as real as me as sitting her in front of this computer.

I was in this recovery room for some length of time and my wife was brought in. I don't know how long I was there before I was let go, but at some point the staff wheeled me out to the front of the hospital in a wheel chair. My wife was out front in the car waiting for me, and we then went home. I do not remember what the nurse looked like, only that she was female. I have no idea what the room looked like, how big it was, or how many people were in the recovery room. If I was to go back to the same room I would not recognize the room, or remember being there.

Everyone dreams, me no exception, and I have had many strange, weird and unusual dreams, many in Technicolor, and many so real they sometimes wake me up. But never in my life have I been able to put details to my dreams. My dreams, like most peoples, are vague and fuzzy and I can never remember them. Perhaps on a rare occasion I might think of one small part, but certainly no details of any kind. Yet, this image I witnessed was so real and detailed and I could not understand where this scene came from or why I was shown it.

I had this tumor in my neck for many years. This fatty tissue tumor as it was called is not malignant, it did not hurt, and it really could not be seen. It was slightly smaller than a ping pong ball, but my doctor at Kaiser Permanente said he believed it was getting larger. He referred me to a Head and Neck surgeon, who wanted to get a biopsy of the tumor. The biopsy showed the tumor was benign, and nothing to worry about but the surgeon said it should be removed, so I agreed and the date of December 21, 2007 was scheduled and it was removed with no problems.

That day turned out to be the turning point in my life. At that time I did not realize such a day could and would suddenly arrive after 60 years. December 21, 2007 was the day I became aware. It was a day that changed my life forever, and whether the change was good or bad still remains to be seen.

Moving ahead ten days later to December 31, 2007, its New Years Eve, finally 2008 is arriving, and what will this year bring, I wondered to myself. My employer let us off work early that afternoon, so I came home and my wife and I had discussed going out somewhere to celebrate the New Year, but finally ended up going to a Mexican restaurant for dinner.

After an uneventful dinner, we arrived home about 7:00pm, and decided to watch a movie from our DVD collection. I don't remember what the movie was, but it's irrelevant anyway. The movie ended shortly before 10pm, and after taking care of the bathroom duties, we both felt very tired and turned off the lights. The time was now 10:05pm, and one of the biggest abduction events of my life, our life, was only minutes away. We lay in bed for about five minutes and wished each other a Happy New Year, as 2008 was less than two hours away. We have not stayed up to see the New Year in many years, as sleep has become more important than seeing a new year arrive. In fact staying up to 10:00 pm is an event by itself, as this is very uncommon for us to stay up this late anymore. Since the next day was a Federal Holiday we could sleep in beyond our usual 4:30am alarm time.

At 10:10pm the lights went out, and as I lay in bed looking forward to good night's sleep something I had never seen before happened, and it totally blew my mind. A very bright white flash of light suddenly filled the bedroom. The light was much brighter than a clear day with all the windows open and all of the lights on. This bright flash of light was so bright, no manmade lighting could possibly duplicate this brightness in any room in any house ever built or ever will be built.

This was my first experience with such a bright flash of light, but one I would later learn and be very familiar with. Without thinking I immediately yelled out; "What the Hell Was That"

My wife rolled over and asked me "What?", and I said, oh nothing. But upon laying my head on the pillow, I wondered what it was, what it meant if anything. I have never had anything like that happen to me, and I thought perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me. I could not possibly imagine what could have produced such the bright light as I had just witnessed. I immediately fell into a very deep sleep, and did not know anything until 8 ½ hours later.

New Years day; I awoke and looked at the clock, it was 6:30am. I looked around and wondered why I was not in my bedroom in my bed. I wondered when I had gone in the guest bedroom to sleep. When I fell asleep I was next to my wife in our bedroom, and now I am in a different bedroom? What in the hell happened that I would fall asleep on one room and wake up in another room?

I got up and walked in our bedroom and noticed my wife was awake. She thought I had already been up, and I told her, no, I just woke up in the other bedroom. She asked me why I went to the guest bedroom to sleep, and I had not answer for that question. All I could say is, I have no idea.

Both of us had just awoken at the same time in separate bedrooms. I kept thinking to myself how and when I went into the guest bedroom to sleep. I assumed I had at some point in the night got up and went into another bedroom to sleep, but didn't recall doing so. In fact it was one of the deepest sleeps I could ever remember. I don't remember anything, only sleeping for 8 ½ hours very soundly. Even though I had just got out of bed, I was so tired at this time; I got back in bed and fell asleep again. I awoke later, and really did not want to get up, as it felt like I had stayed up all night and partied.

I felt very tired and could barely drag myself out of bed the second time. I wondered what could be wrong, why was I feeling like I had been up all night with no sleep, which is exactly what it felt like. The strange thing, my wife also said the same thing to me, which was, "Wonder why I'm so tired, I feel like I haven't slept all night.

We got up and did our usual morning chores, let the dog out, make some coffee, turn on the TV and watch the New Year celebrations on TV. About 2 hours went by, and we both still felt like we had been up all night with no sleep, which certainly was not the case, as we had both slept from 10pm to 6:30am. At 9am, my wife said she could not stay awake any longer, and went to bed and slept until early afternoon. I stayed awake the entire time, but felt like crap. Two different times I lay back down in bed, but could not sleep. I would lie in bed and keep wondering why we both felt so bad after sleeping soundly for 8 ½ hours. I kept wondering what the bright light was and if it could possibly have anything to do with how we felt.

Little did we know at that time, but neither of us had slept at all that night.

Tuesday morning we both felt fine. I asked my wife several times throughout the next couple of days why she thought that we both felt this bad and she said she thought because we stayed up until 10pm. I replied yes, but we slept until 6:30 in the morning, so we should not be feeling this way. We both forgot about it temporarily, but it keeps coming back to me every now and then. Was the bright flash of light responsible for us feeling this way? When we were younger, my wife and I would go out to a New Year's Eve party, and not come home until three or four am. And now, this is what we feel like, just like those times when we stayed up all night. How is that possible when I slept well from about 10pm to 6:30am?

Move ahead to January 5, 2008 at 5:30 in the morning. I was lying in bed after just opening my eyes, deciding if I wanted to get up this early or not, when I heard two loud 'whooshing' noises leave the bedroom and go down the stairs. The first whooshing noise was slightly louder than the first, but I could clearly hear both leave the bedroom, go down the hall, and down the flight of stairs. I thought my wife was up and was going downstairs, but the speed that the noise traveled was way too fast for any human to make that trip. I then looked over and found my wife was still asleep. But what in the world just left our bedroom and moved at speeds no human could possibly move? This incident scared the bejesus out of me while I lay in bed. What the hell was that? There were two of them, whatever they were, and they sounded like the moved at the speed of light. I wanted to get up and look around, but frankly at this point I was shaking and cold chills covered my body.

A few days, later I had a very strange dream, but the strangest part was I remembered most of it. I and someone else were in a small mountain town, like a tourist town in a mountain community. But it wasn't one of those expensive mountain towns, just a plain tourist town of some importance in past history, having many old two story building with short narrow streets.

This person and I are on a hill overlooking the town and this person wants to show me a picture. This picture was a very odd size photograph, about 2 ½" to 3" wide, and perhaps 12" in length. I had to turn the photograph lengthwise to see the panorama of this town, and noticed the photograph looked exactly like the town I was now looking at. There was one individual in this picture, towards the left side in the foreground, and he was dressed like people dressed about 100 years ago. This man was standing looking directly at the photographer as he photographed the town.

So this person I was with told me to look at the man and find something wrong with him. He said to look close and look at his face. I did but found nothing wrong, and told him so. He handed me a magnifying glass, and said to look real close at this face. I took the magnifying glass and looked closely at the face of the man in the picture. I can only say, wow, he was not human. In form yes, wearing old time looking clothes and a hat, but his eyes were not human eyes, but large eyes with a smaller iris running lengthwise up and down. And he was looking at the photographer, he was looking at us, and I became very frightened all of a sudden. It's a picture, and old picture, perhaps 100 years old, but this alien in the picture is looking at us.

And then I woke up from a very deep sleep and the alarm was going off, and had been going off for some time. Later while taking a shower, I realized my left arm had moderate to severe bruising, which was not there when I went to bed. I wondered what the hell kind of dream was that? The alien in the picture resembled the aliens I saw while under sedation, and all I saw was the face. What did an alien and this 100 year old town has in common?

Moving ahead later in January 2008; the previous two nights have been hell. I feel like I have not slept the last two nights, as if I had been awake the entire time.

I finally went to bed at 5pm, and had the best night's sleep I had in some time. I was sleeping soundly until 4:17am, when I suddenly awoke as the bedroom became very bright. For less than a second, an extremely bright flash of white light lit up the bedroom. I thought my wife had turned on the bedroom lights, like playing a practical joke to wake me up, but my wife was still asleep. Again I had witnessed our bedroom becoming very bright, unlike any brightness I have ever experienced. Thinking back about other times when bright lights suddenly filled the room at night, I deducted that this is how the bastards traveled. They move back and forth, by light, very bright light. It's like "Beam Me down Scotty", or Beam me up Scotty; they travel back and forth by light I deducted.

So I have a clue and now what to look for or perceive as to arrival and departure times. I must say, sometimes I am sleeping so well, I don't know anything. I do believe that I was not supposed to wake up in time to see this light, but I did. Just like the time I woke up on a Saturday morning and felt a presence and heard the two 'whooshing sounds' moving very rapidly from my bedroom downstairs. I apparently was not supposed to be awake at that time to hear them depart.

About midway through January, I awoke early one morning and never went back to sleep. The reason I awoke was my right arm was hurting very badly. Not my shoulder that I sometimes have a little trouble with but the entire arm all the way down into the fingers. The pain slowly dissipated and was gone in about 30 minutes. I kept wondering what had I done to hurt my arm while I was asleep. The pain that woke me up was rather intense and I could not figure out why or what had caused this pain. I thought I might have slept on my arm and instead of going numb, it became painful. This pain was very different than any I have ever experienced, and the pain traveled right down into the end of each finger.

Later while taking a shower I found my left and right arm both had moderate to severe bruising.

While walking back by the bed, I noticed a pool of blood on the sheets right where I normally lay. I looked closely at my arm to determine what caused this blood spot on the sheets, yet I could not find any area that had been bleeding. I finally lay back down in bed in the position I was last sleeping to get an idea where it had come from. I finally found a small hole on the underside of my left forearm. It was so small I used a 10x loop to look at the wound. This hole in my arm was 1/8" across, perfectly round, and with a flashlight I could see it appeared as if a core sample had been removed from my arm. By looking closely with the loop around my head, I could look down inside the round hole.

This hole in my arm is directly above the 'ulna' bone where it comes closest to the skin; it is just under the skin. The bone directly under this hole was bruised or something. I can touch the bone and push down and I get pain in the bone, making me think the bone is bruised or had something done to it.

Apparently the aliens needed to extract bone marrow or perhaps it could have been another implant. Within two days, the hole was gone, the area completely healed and I no longer had any bone pain.

I really am beginning to dread the nights. I am going to get some sleeping pills today, so I can sleep well tonight, I hope. I keep thinking to myself, why I am writing this stuff down?

Late January 2008, it's time for the Denver National Western Stock Show & Rodeo. The wife and I are certainly not cowboys or cowgirls, but we do enjoy a good rodeo, and I seldom miss the chance to visit the annual event in Denver, Colorado.

We arrived home from the rodeo at about 6pm after attending the afternoon show. Lights out about 8pm, and I slept sound until 9:25pm. I awoke because I had been dreaming of two aliens, each one pulling on an arm attempting to get me out of bed. The dream was very horrifying, seeing these goons in front of me, but the worst part was, it was not a dream. I awoke to find these two bastards actually trying to get me in a sitting position on the side of my bed. I immediately screamed: "GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF OF ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT"

I had apparently been thrashing around attempting to break free from their grip before I actually woke up to find this dream had become reality. Wow, what a reality show this was! They immediately broke free upon my waking up, and as I lay in bed, cold chills overcame my entire body as I realized they were still there, it's just I could not see them. I could definitely feel their presence, and could feel their eyes gazing at me wondering what the hell just happened to me.

How could this human wake up after we sedated him? I asked myself the same question. How was I able to pull myself out of this induced state of sedation? I had no answer for that, but was certainly glad I did.

I don't know how long I stayed awake, but it was many hours. I was afraid to fall back asleep, and who wouldn't be? When taking a shower later in the morning, I found bruising on both arms, which confirmed I must have been struggling with the bastards to break free from their grasp.

A quick thought on bruises on the arms. I remember for years past waking up with bruises on either one or both of my arms. Most of the time I did not even pay much attention to them, as it was normal for this to happen to me. Often my wife would say, what happened to your arm(s) and I would retort, I don't know, I must have scratched myself during the night. I never gave it any thought, any serious thought, I just assumed that I was doing something to get these bruises. But in the last month or so, I have paid special attention to my arms before I go to bed. I carefully examine them for any bruising and seeing none, wonder what might happen during the night if I found them in the morning. If you have read any of these ramblings, you will see that I mention bruising when it happens. It does not happen often, I would say about every 7-9 days, but it happens regularly.

And now to the most amazing part of this failed abduction.

This particular incident is one of three that was quite different than any other, in that something happened I cannot explain and never will be able to explain.

While I was lying in bed knocked out, before waking up, I saw myself in bed with an alien pulling on each arm. I was several feet above the bed watching the entire episode take place. Each alien was using both of their arms trying to get me in a sitting position or trying to get me in a standing position. I had both legs over the side of the bed, but was only half sitting while they were both pulling on my arms. And I'm watching this happen! How this possible? How can I see myself in bed with one of the bastards pulling on my arms? This makes no sense to me. This event turned out to be the first of three where I saw myself in bed during an abduction. I have never believed in the spiritual sense of a body and a spirit being two separate entities. In fact, I did not believe in humans as having a spirit. What did I just witness I asked myself. If I don't believe in spirits, how could I have just watched these bastards trying to get me out of bed?

I can now say that I believe aliens only take the body, and leave the spirit behind. Witnessing these incidents gives me a different outlook on life, in that I must believe in the human body having a spirit. The aliens only need the body, and perhaps they have no control over the spirit. Once they start the abduction, the spirit simply leaves the body and once the body is returned, the spirit reunites with the body and this is the point at which the person suddenly wakes up. Just like after returning from abductions; suddenly my eyes just pop open like a switch was just thrown.

Near the end of January 2008, a Monday evening is one of the most memorable periods of time in my life, and my wife's life too. The night was not only horrible, but satisfying, and the following explanation will reveal why I use both terms to describe an abduction event.

My wife and I watched Jeopardy, got ready for bed, turned out the lights at about 7:00pm, as we were both tired and wanted to sleep early. However, I had a lot of trouble sleeping, just tossing and turning, awaiting my visitors that I knew would show up later, and this they did at 9:36pm. I finally fell off to sleep about 9:30, after lying awake listening and waiting for them. Of course I know that they don't show themselves until after you drift off to sleep, and how they know this is beyond me. When I'm awake, I am continually talking to myself, and last night, I was talking to them. I know they could hear me, and I called them lots of bad names.

I cursed them up one side and down the other, and told them that tonight, you will leave me alone. However at 9:36pm after drifting off to sleep, I suddenly felt myself being enveloped in what I would call a shroud of unimaginable power, like being wrapped up in a cloud that had drifted down and covered me. This shroud fell over me and enveloped my entire body, and I suddenly felt myself lifting off the bed. I felt my body become very light and felt as if I was suspended in the air. At the same time, and this is what woke me up, was this loud noise, like being in the engine room of a large ocean ship, or a large machine room with massive power plants or engines. The noise was 'clang clang clang clang clang, a steady rhythm that sounded very powerful. It was then I realized that I was enveloped in this mystical shroud and it originated from this power and I was being lifted off the bed and taken to the source of this power. I saw the ceiling getting closer and closer and wondered 'was I really going to go through the ceiling and the roof?'

However, they did not count on what I did next. I fought, and I fought hard to overcome this incredible power that had hold of me. I tried screaming as loud as I could, but my wife says I was crying and making some strange sounds, but it worked. They immediately released their power and I was lying back in my bed. My wife had awoken when she heard me making strange sounds, and she kept asking me what was wrong, what kind of dream did I have? I first asked her what kind of noise I was making and she replied it was like crying/screaming sounds. My face was wet from tears, and I just lay there and sobbed uncontrollably while she kept asking me what was wrong. I told her I can't tell her, as she would not understand, but that I would tell her someday when she was ready and would understand. She insisted I tell her and I repeated that I could not do so, but that someday I will as I will never forget this horrible nightmare, which I knew was not a dream, but an abduction experience gone wrong, for them that is, not me.

I calmed down in a few minutes, and as the horror subsided it was replaced with rage. I was mad, mad as hell at them for doing this to me, and I promised that from now on, I will fight; I'm not going to be abducted without a fight.

I lay awake for an undetermined time, drifting off, waking up, drifting off, never sleeping, only dozing off, and thinking they would be back, and I was right, they did come back. But I seem to think, they never left, only stayed in the wings waiting for the opportune time to try again. These being are used to getting their way when ever and where ever they please. And now, two nights in a row, I resisted and they left me, temporarily yes, but I found that I now have some control. In the past they always had total control, and now I feel so proud that I have some control and they can't just do what they please without me having some input.

I realize that perhaps I may not have always been a totally complacent abductee, and the bruises I often got might be proof of that. Anyway, the night was not yet over, and I think it may have been an hour or two later when the bastards made their next move. As I lay half awake, I felt good that I had interrupted their plan, and I was safe for the time being. I wonder what they had to say when they returned without me, and then later without my wife. What kind of explanation did they report as to why they came back empty handed without us. I hope those little bastards got bitch slapped for coming back without us, I can only hope. Suspense builds, lets continue. Its gets better and more unbelievable.

Now, this next event this night/early morning has no time as I did not look at the clock, and I sure wish I did, because I think putting time into the scenario helps, but I will relate this as it happened.

I was half awake, half asleep, dozing off, waking up and looking around, wondering when they would be back, as I was certain they could not go back empty handed.

Suddenly, I heard strange noises coming from my wife. It sounded like she was talking but I could not understand what she was saying. It was kind of a whimpering, intelligible words, just a jumble of sounds coming from her. I reached over to touch her and her body was not there. I slowly raised my hand and found her several inches off the bed. Her body was completely rigid and I assumed she was paralyzed, which she confirmed to me later in the morning. Once I touched her back, the abduction immediately broke off, and she was quiet, although her body was still rigid like every muscle was locked together. She was now lying on the bed, but stiff like a board. I don't think a person could intentionally put their body in such a stiff paralyzed condition. She finally came to and after waking up told me she was asking me to turn the lights on so she could she what she had hold of. She had grabbed this thing that as licking her hand, and used her sharp nails to dig into the skin.

Later when we got up I questioned her more about the thing she said was licking her hand. She remembered being paralyzed and could not move and something was touching her. She grabbed hold of whatever it was that was licking her hand and held on for dear life, and kept yelling for me to turn the lights on so she could see what it was that she had grabbed hold of. She said she almost lost it and was really holding on tight, and it was not going to get away. I told her about putting my hand under her back and moving back and forth and she said she had no knowledge of that and never felt my hand. She said she felt paralyzed and could not move except to hold on to the 'large tongue' that she grabbed. She insisted it came from under the bed and was licking her hand, and she was holding a large tongue of whatever this thing was.

When she got up in the morning she kept looking on the floor for blood. She explained she was holding this tongue or hand and used her nails to dig into the skin of whatever this was. She was sure she drew blood from whatever she had hold of and figured that blood would be on the floor. Later on when we both gave it much more thought, she had hold of a hand, and not a tongue, like she originally thought.

You know what sounds strange to me though, how was I able to hear my wife making noises, and likewise, her hearing me making noises. I always thought that the other person(s) would be "turned off" so as not interfere. Later in the day I told her I went to touch her back, but she off the bed, and I had to raise my hand up several inches to touch her.

Looking at the night before, I realize we both had been paralyzed and abductions had been underway at different times, and yet both of us were able to fight them off, and prevent the abduction. Something has changed to allow us to fight, to allow us some sense of control which we never had before. I admit, it's only limited control, but when we have some control over what happens to us, it's certainly better than no control as in the past. I think they will send more assistants next time, instead of the two that were there last night.

Just like last night, I now dread every night. I don't like to see the sun set. I don't want it to get dark. I listen for noises, and don't look forward to falling asleep, as I know as soon as I do, it starts. One quick note. I had no bruises this morning, but I have a 5" scratch on the underside of my left forearm. When I took a shower this morning, it was very bright red and looked like a bad infection. I had never seen a mark on my arm this red before. By the next morning, this strange looking scratch was completely gone, absolutely no sign of any scratch.

I wanted to say a little more about the power that held me and lifted me off the bed. It was the strangest sensation that came over me and enveloped me. I could actually sense and see this cloud that covered me, this all powerful cloud that started lifting me off the bed. I could feel this cloud slide under my body and wrap me like a burrito. I felt weightless and felt myself floating in the air for a brief time before I realized what was happening. Can one imagine looking up and seeing the ceiling get closer and closer? And then think to yourself; am I really going to go through that ceiling like I think I am? And that noise that I heard had an unworldly sound to it. I cannot adequately describe what this loud clanging noise was, but I shall never forget it. And this was my first experience with this type of abduction. There were more to come later, and I will relate these in future articles.

Anyone who has ever had an MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) can relate to the sounds coming from the MRI tube you lie in. Pound, pound, pound with a microsecond in between each pound. Ear splitting sounds like nothing you have ever heard before. I have had several MRI's, and the sounds from them do not do justice to what I experienced this night.

This force that had enveloped me was able to lift me and it was very bright inside this tube, or beam. If you can imagine an enormous cloud like tube, brilliantly lit inside with a blueish light that glowed. It's too bad I don't have any artistic abilities, because I could certainly create a drawing or picture of what I saw that night.

This reminds of me of the Startrek shows and movies, and the 'tractor beam' that has the ability to pull objects to it. What does not make sense though, is how for the second time that I was able to comprehend what was happening and prevent it from happening. How was I able to hear the engine room sounds flowing through this beam or tube from where it originated? I now recall that once I woke up and recovered my senses and found what had happened, I was mad as hell and also grateful that I had I had the power to fight these bastards, and I now feel comfortable to do it again, although I must admit, I don't want to relive that horror any time soon.

The descriptions of the abductions, and failed abductions covered here for the month of January 2008 only include the more memorable experiences. These are less than 25% of what occurred during this month. I often get so tired of writing about these, I usually just stop and try to forget about them. I always ask myself why in the world am I writing this crap down. By putting words to paper, I have to relive the experience again.

During the months of February and March of 2008 I wrote little about these abductions, as I was attempting to forget about them as best I could. Weeks later I had regretted not putting them down on paper, and they are now gone forever. It's truly amazing how within hours of an abduction the memory of it is slowly erased and completely gone within 24 hours. If I don't put words to paper within that time frame, I never will, as the experience is now buried deep within the unconscious memory. I often want to examine events from the past, but regressive hypnosis is expensive, and a cost I cannot justify very often.