The year is 1988, and after my parents had put me to bed, (because I was only 7 years old), something strange happened…
Was it a dream? Or was it my first conscious Out of body experience? You decide.
I remember there was something at my window that made me feel scared.
My body went into sleep paralysis and I started to sink deeper and deeper into the ground until I found myself naked on an operating table in a dark underground room. All I could see was this old fashioned operating lamp overhead.
There were three classic grey alien looking faces leaning over me. And as you can imagine, I felt absolutely terrified!
I believe it was a fear not easy to experience in day to day life.
As I looked to the left I could see a similar setup, an operating table and an overhead light. On that table was a brown skinned boy similar to me in size and age.
What these aliens did next scared me right back into my room, and into my physical body.
What these ‘beings’ had done to me was unimaginable. They had sliced both of us in half at the navel, and then swapped the lower half of our bodies around. So there I was a white upper body and a brown lower body. Even a 7 year old knows that that’s not a comfortable way to go through life. I was horrified!
I jumped out of bed and ran straight out of my room, down the corridor and into my parent’s bedroom. In total panic as you can imagine!
I woke up my parents yelling at their door saying.
“YOU GUYS WAKE UP!! WE NEED TO GO TO HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW!!”
When they asked me why? Somewhat perplexed, I realized they were not seeing what I was seeing. So as my right hand was making circles around my naval I was saying
“THIS!? THIS DOES NOT BELONG TOGETHER! DOES THIS BELONG TOGETHER? THIS DOES NOT BELONG TOGETHER, WE NEED TO GO NOW!!”
My dad replied by saying, “Paul it doesn’t matter you don’t have a license to drive a motorcycle”. This comment absolutely infuriated me, since I was only 7 years old. How dare he bring up such an insignificant matter in a time like this? (He obviously thought he could snap me out of my crises, by saying something strange as well.)
However, my hand was still making the circles around my navel. And I slowly began to realize that what I was seeing did not match up with what I was feeling. Namely my flannel Pj’s and that’s when I realized it was some sort of dream.
So my question is? Was it a dream? If so, why is it till this day still so vivid?
But if it wasn’t a dream? Many writers on the subject claim that there are grey aliens doing inter-dimensional experiments on human emotions.