Type: CE4, CE5
Location: Los Angeles, CA, 90023
Time of Incidents: 4:30am-7:00am
Attempted Time of Sleep: 4:00am
State of Mind Before: Sad (Me)/In Pain, Depressed (Aunt)/???(Wolfbrother)
State of Mind After: Sad (Me)/Nervous, Scared (Aunt)???(Wolfbrother)
Odd occurrences before: None
Odd occurrences after: None
Starting the 16th I was getting visited by various groups. The first group claimed to know my Wolfbrother and wanted to know our relation to each other. They asked me directly because they were having difficulty in "reading me". They were performing diagnostic tests on me. I did respond to them "Why are you asking me? Haven't you examined humans before? Why are you comparing me to wolfbrother?". They make the usual comments as to "I am not normal". The test they were looking at was analyzing my blood, skeletal structure, organs, and brainwave activity. They said I was not entirely human, and was different. They seemed a bit puzzled. When we got past most of the biological readings they got a noticed and freaked out.
They mentioned and told me "I was claimed. We cannot
deal with you. You are not human. And they know! We need to leave now!".
They pack up and left and I woke up. Now they looked like the Tan
aliens, wearing a black clothing (suit) with a silver grey shirt. They
looked like a grey but had more defined facial feature like and old man
almost. No hair, but squint face and short.
The next
night, which I found odd I was in a dream from 15 years ago (I don't
think that was a dream either). It was in those alternate Los Angeles
areas, and my house backyard was changed specifically to include a
bigger outdoor patio which my room was in. The only difference it was
set up like a pavilion with white gossamer sheet for walls. I remember
it fondly because it was really nice, and asked the being who set it up
about what happens when it rains as I don't want my book to get wet or
the sheets. I was told not to worry about the weather. In this place is
where I saw the crafts over Los Angeles come and dock with a mother ship
and then come down to pick people up from a transport. The transport
was a vessel that seemed like a carnival ride, a simple squarish
cylindrical vehicle. The front was windowless and exposed were two
pilots were standing. On the sides is where people were escorted where
they could lean back or sit, once secured. It could hold maybe a total
of 20 people. The beings here were going house to picking up and putting
people back. The beings looked like Sea Monkeys, but bright pink with
bulbed horns, and highlights of indigo around there eyes, and ice blue
eyes. They wore grey clothes.
I asked what is going on.
Everyone else seemed in a daze or quite happy, kinda like the elderly
going on a ride... very compliant. The being whom I asked quickly
responded "What are you doing here? Did you come from there? That house
is off limits. You should be asleep". I pressed on and asked "What do
you mean off limits? Do you know who I am?". He looked at me and said
"They have claimed you. You should be asking 'what' and not 'who'. You
are marked and we cannot interfere". A shadow was above us as the
mothership was over the neighborhood. It appeared like a large detailed
tuning fork. I walked back to my home, sat in that patio version of my
room and cried. I haven't been here in years. I recognized this place
and was wondering why I didn't wake up. So I started walking to the
front of the house. I saw my grandmother and ran up to her and hugged
her. She had been dead for 18 years. She asked what was wrong. I found
this very uncharacteristic of myself, but I have been emotionally and
mentally worn down as of late where my PTSD is through the roof. I knew
this wasn't her... but even if it was lie.. for some reason I didn't
care. At this point when it was trying to interact with me I woke up.
When I hit myself on the head.....
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