I think I was abducted last night. 'Think' is the relevant word here because honestly, I don't know what the hell happened. I think the Alien Abduction phenomena is like a notebook that's been bought with the intentions of being written in, only, there's nothing to write. I mean, what can you say about the possibility that some creatures from some other part of the universe, are coming here in spaceships, to take some people out of their beds, cars and campers, and for what? Some say experimentation. Some say... well, forget what everyone else says. At the end of the day, if this crazy shit has happened to you, the last thing you are thinking about is how someone's going to scientifically quantify it. Truth be told, I am thinking about only one thing right now and that is: HOW NOT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP! EVER AGAIN!
But again, I must stress that I am not absolutely or even remotely, certain what went down. So I can only tell you what I can remember. Or, in stranger ways, what THEY let me remember.
Yesterday was an exhaustive and unusual day for me. I usually don't leave the house at dawn, only to return at midnight. I had a full day, that I must confess, did include alcohol. So I was completely drained of all energy by the time I got home last night. I jumped in the shower. I ate the other half of my Panera grilled cheese sandwich. I downed some Smart Water and after brushing my teeth and scouring the newsfeeds on my tablet, I went to bed.
Sometime in the night I thought I heard bees.
It was a loud droning sound that went passed my window. I live on the third floor and for some weird reason my mind processed the sound so that it was familiar. Bees. Giant bees. These 'bees' went by and were gone. I rolled over and went back to sleep.
Sometime later, they came back.
Only this time I could hear the unmistakable, body numbing hum for what it was. I was suddenly paralyzed as the 'bees' got closer and as I felt myself being lifted from my mattress my head jerked to the left as something numb pricked me near the back of the ear.
The last thing I remember. Actually, the last TWO things I remember, however odd they seem now, they were plausible (to me) at the time: a) I said the 'OUR FATHER', but the second time I found that I could no longer remember the rest of the prayer, as if my mind had been wiped, and b) I do remember covering my crotch. Why? I can't even begin to give a definitive explanation, but somehow I felt like I had to keep THEM away from my crotch.
Honestly, I don't normally share much of my stranger experiences. Mostly because I can't readily explain them and also because I get tired of justifying them to other people. But today, at midday, I find myself thinking back to last night and KNOWING with a shadow of doubt so thin it could easily blow away in the wind, that something strange and unearthly happened to me last night.
Something, the likes of which hasn't happened to me in YEARS.
I don't have a better explanation. I don't have any explanation. I don't even want to know what really went down. But most of all, above all things... I don't even want to go back to sleep.
