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10 September 2008
Weird Dream
I had a dream....I was just like out of a sci-fi movie. The details are still some what hazy. I was abducted by aliens. Not just any aliens though. These aliens were shape shifters and they took on a human form. The corridors of there ship were long and white. These aliens apparently thought that the music of Barry Manilow being pumped through the ship was calming music to their abductees. Will aliens ever learn? Anyway, I knew what the aliens wanted, but how they got that information was unknown to me. The knowledge in my brain was not going to be given up that easily. I was stripped of my clothes and was made to wear this skimpy thin gown that barely came up to me knees. I thought it odd this form of torture, but it was working. With my hands attentively covering myself up, I was not able fend off their advances. I was placed onto a table with bright lights and monitors everywhere. The aliens started asking me questions. Simple questions. They wanted information on my family...on my friends. There must of been some drug pumped into the air because I readily gave up that information. That was too easy for them, and I could see the smug looks on their faces. I was not about to let them win. I would make it harder to extract more sensitive information. Possibly seeing the new determination in my face, I was forced to watch the aliens mix a large bag of white "truth serum". This serum was attached to a funny looking device a little longer and thicker than a pull and peel twizzler. I only assumed that I would be required to drink it and that the "twizzler" was the straw. I forcefully closed my mouth. My abductors just laughed. I was forced on to my side, relieve that my mouth was further away from the device...but then fear struck me. What were they going to do? Suddenly with out warning the "twizzler" was pushed into a lower cavity of my body that will remain nameless. Startled, I yelled out, "My brains are not THERE! Morons" They laughed again and replied, "We know!". Suddenly, I felt like a giant water balloon ready to explode at the slight prick of a pin. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the bag of what I thought was truth serum was empty. What I fool I was to think that I have sensitive information that an alien race would want intelligence on. I was just their toy. I had no choice but to dance for them. And dancing they got. Large machines began photographing and manipulating my body in to positions that were just not normal. Monitors showed my insides coming to life. What was appearing in the monitors appeared to be a large black ever growing worm, twisting its way throughout my body. I felt the tingle of radiation blasting my body from all angles. I was helpless....unable to resist any more. I had accepted the fact that this alien race's sole purpose for my abduction was not to acquire my thoughts, knowledge, or memories, but was to introduce their spawn into a warm body for incubation. Apparently, aliens don't care about the flora and fauna of this earth. I was broken. The tests and procedure were done. I was told in happy, cheerful voices that I could go to the bathroom and put my clothes back on. I then had a thought. A small glimmering ray of hope entered into my brain. My body was designed to expel things it didn't need. And it DIDN'T need a gestational alien inside of me. With my much discomfort, I did what was necessary. The aliens were none the wiser. I exited the bathroom dressed and somewhat disoriented. I was escorted out of the ship. Moments later I woke up, remembering the dream so vividly as if if was reality. That usually doesn't happen to me. I cannot remember the last dream that I had. What I found extremely odd was that my lower abdomen was in quite a bit of discomfort. I was just a dream..............right?
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Congratulations Joe, that is the most interesting Blog posted yet! Glad to hear you are remembering your dreams. Good luck with that!
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