Grey Dream Share | Talisman posted:2/23/2013 10:58:38 PM I have had only one or two actual 'alien' experiences as far as I can recall in my whole life. I decided for the sake of discussion to toss one out here. Before I start the topic, I had an interesting thought that one of the only larger posts I made was in regards to a Ghost Dog sighting, involving the same friend who became a flatmate. Who also figures a bit into this post, and who I may mention was very freaked out by my sharing this with him the next day. I was to find he has a huge aversion to anything 'alien', especially Greys. He related a few nightmares about them, and while I finished telling him of this event, the morning or evening after it occurred, he was none too pleased, unnerved, and surprisingly was able to easily relate to it and completely relate to it. Some aspects of it were parallel or confirmed by his experiences. Said friend and I had become flatmates after a few months of befriending one another a year or more before. He was the driver of the vehicle that hit the ghost dog, I the only passenger. Fast forward some months ahead, and we are bachelors living in a small place, both struggling artist types. Neither if us had much furniture nor money to invest in it, so our separate rooms and the whole flat was Spartan I make mention of this as it figures into my view of the event, literally, how I one night only a month or so living in the space woke, or had such a vivid dream that I may as well have been. I slept on the floor, and woke to an uncomfortable feeling, something which usually heralds a Shape showing up (more of that topic I have written of in a Shadow People thread). I have been prone to horrible nightmares since I was a child, very bad bouts of it as an adult. I had learned to cope as best I could with this, but knew the uneasy feelings which I associated with the onslaught quickly growing at times to hideous, detailed, long and horrific nightmares, night terrors and sleep paralysis. At times I could fight it off and wake myself as soon as I felt this, at times I was helpless and had to endure the fears. I am a cynical lad, always have been. I was raised by an analytical father who has small faith in anything but that which can be proven. I was with this prone to be dubious, even though I experienced many unexplainable events. I am therefore an odd amalgam of imagination and solid facts, not prone to take anything at face value, or to speak hastily of faith in anything, especially that which is outside the realm of what I like, a nice quiet life. Shadow People. Shapes. Ghost Dogs, oh my! Aliens? UFO's? I like to occasionally draw them with my own dark humourous slant, but believe in them? Not exactly. I have witnessed a UFO, by which I mean what it is, an Unidentified Flying Object, be it manned or unmanned. It was silent and fast and low is all I KNOW. Imagine 4 bright lights in a row with one slightly offset to one end of the line, like a dot-to-dot drawing of an arrow, minus one dot to make the arrowhead. That was it, all I saw one night whilst engaged in a childhood habit of stargazing and looking for satellites. One night I saw something else is all. Wow, interesting and quite different is what I thought. Did I think actual ET's were piloting whatever-it-was? Not at all. Not interested. I am aware also of the studies of greys, have seen shows, know how daily life and viewing habits can color one's perceptions and such. Years prior I had created a few Greys as cartoon characters and sculpted a maquette of one for reference. When 'Alien Autopsy' was released I was dubious at best as to its veracity. As an artist and special effects afficiando I look at creatures and aliens as fun art. So, there you have a general enough sketch of me to go on with. I woke with the dread sensation, the familiar numbness and sleep paralysis to which I was well too-aquainted with. I was 'awake' for all intents and purposes. I struggled to no avail, and saw a glow in the room which was all new in my waking life or bad dreams. A dim all pervading glow in magenta of all colors. I was able to fight my muscles enough, the numbness and tingling and leaden feeling to move my head enough to look up and over into the room more. To my disbelief I saw 4 Beings. They 3 were looming over me, one in a corner peering into my near-empty closet in my small room. They were tall, heads nearly touching the ceiling. Obviously the Greys I had heard of and even drawn at time for fun, but they were not the diminutive 3-ft-tall snarky cartoons I had drawn nor the innocent big eyed types from Close Encounters. They were huge. Bigger heads than I had drawn or imagined, ever, no mouths that I recall, the 'typical' (note the irony of that) big eyes at a slant. Their skin was translucent, a grey-ISH colour but not just grey. Blue was infused as well, and the magenta light shone through bits like the finger tips. Their necks were longer than anything I had imagined as well as their limbs and fingers. They had 3 long fingers and a thumb, unlike my silly takes which had 4 fingers and thumb. I also saw as they moved their heads and hands, and limbs, that they had no skeletal structure to speak of, maybe cartilage instead. They were freakish to me as they moved their fingers in a disjointed manner, fluidly, and their necks were sinuous, snakelike. They were standing over me, the 3, conversing. One turned its head to look at the wall, which I thought odd. A blank wall. Why would an empty wall be a point of observation for it? The other two continued a few moments looking at one another, and I could feel/hear a buzzing which was their speaking. The noise set me on edge even more as it was unpleasant to hear. I suppose in a way it is best described as worse to hear than fingernails on a chalkboard which does not really bother me. This did. Something about the frequency just made me uncomfortable in a distinct way. One noticed my feeble movements and looked down at me. Meaning it cranes its neck down and to the side to look at me in a grotesque manner, as its lack of solid bone structure was hideous to behold as its neck bent in two places. That and its similarly bendable fingers were the hugely 'alien' factors to me, since nothing bipedal of this earth could move thus. I suppose it is what I am attempting to convey, the 'alien-ness' of it, or them, not inasmuch as 'aliens', but their absolute foreign movements which was not possible which made them alien to my senses, something not easily accomplished to one as myself steeped in movie special effects, monster movies, comics and the like. I'm a cynical product of years watching special effects laden movies, studying the art of effects and being an artist. I make this a point because of the fear they generated. I am not one to flinch at grue, gore, or creature effects onscreen, as I know how it is done. Suddenly seeming to have 4 genuine artifacts however briefly in one's small flat at night, uninvited and unexpected was horrific in every sense of the word. I say seeming to have as I am unable to prove NOR disprove the event, so I can only relate the event. When one noticed me it seemed irate, at the other in some way. The one looking at the wall looked back over at me, all 3 looking down, the 'leader' is the one who cranes its neck down and with that buzzing sound, forced somehow, it felt, me to translate it mentally into words. That was perhaps even more unpleasant than all of it. Sleep paralysis and night terrors I have endured, never had anything in any vision or nightmare given that much mental discomfort as that thing looking down at me and buzzing, impressing its thoughts forcibly somehow. I had pains in my head as it buzzed, the buzz and frequencies intensifying. All I can somewhat relate is if my brain was used to a 'normal' frequency in everyday life, this thing used its buzzing to forcibly 'tune' my brain as if it were a radio station. Forced telepathy through that buzzing sound which got louder as it 'spoke', the signal sharply painful and invasive, sending me the words in buzzing monotone,"Go back to sleep you are dreaming". For it to choose those very words to 'send' was uniquely disturbing as well. Everything went dark as if a light switch had been shut off, and I woke later that morning. I related this to my flatmate who was freaked out, and told me why. He had had similar 'dreams', some more frightening than mine. The part that stood out most was how he started lifting weights to ease his mounting frustration as I described the event or dream. When I mentioned the buzzing he really got angry, saying he hated that. He went on about how 'they' pissed him off in varied ways, and I was awestruck at his absolute acceptance and even familiarity with whatever they were. He finished a few sentences of mine as I floundered as I have here trying to describe sensations. He would say, 'And it feels this way', or 'and they made this sound' which were better descriptors (which I have forgotten), and accurate. All of it smacked of intrusion and being violated in some manner to him. I later did a painting of the scene which I showed him, and he didn't want to look long at it. Naturally I titled the painting in the wording of what the thing spoke. From my end it was an odd and singular occurrence made more disturbing by my friends affirmations of details of it. Do I believe on UFOs or aliens now? Oddly, not much more than before this. A mite less skeptical, but it would take much more than this to convince me. Even, and I kid not, 2 small scars I have that I had forgotten till now, which are small yet unexplained don't convince me. I was one of those lads who had misadventures, and scars from them were trophies to compare to other friends or rivals adventures and proof of bravery and daring. So when I was young I had few, and knew where all but 2 came from. One on my shoulder and one on my chin. When I was a kid I would joke about aliens with friends when asked about a scar I had no idea I acquired. I made the jokes out of hearing of unexplained scars people had when abducted. Friends in the know of this fun fact would get the joke and we knew we had similar interests in reading is all.Jaxerback posted:2/28/2013 8:54:03 PM I am cynical by nature too.Why would technologically superior being's be bothered with us? Maybe we are their school project?bobprin posted:3/1/2013 8:34:43 AM Well I enjoyed the story so much I went to the library and got majestic by whitley strieber to read again.Jaxerback posted:3/1/2013 9:48:07 PM I think Strieber is another charlatan just out to make money off gullible people. Watch this link,he is reading from an auto cue. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ref1cBJu4GYNecrobird posted:3/2/2013 11:07:04 PM The part in the dream about the buzzing reminds of a dream I had but at the time I thought it was speech that was going at a speed I couldn't understand.(but if I was to describe the sound of the voice it would've been a buzz) I remember not being able to move a muscle and it was staring at me making the noise. Whatever it was it looked like it tried to appear human but it's seemed badly burned around the face(I was not able to look away from it either so I'm unsure if it had a body). Then I remembered something I read about confidence being a defense against an attack on the mind(I thought this was a useless piece of information when i read it), I was slowly able to regain movement and speech so I yelled at it a lot and then woke up. It's the noise that the thing was making at me that was very unique so it was very hard to explain when i tried to talk to people about the dream. I don't know just the buzzing the way you described it was very similar to it's noise. (Off topic:My first post on a forum ever)spooky1 posted:3/3/2013 1:59:15 PM WelcomeTalisman posted:12/21/2013 5:30:47 AM In Reply To:Necrobird posted:3/2/2013 11:07:04 PM The part in the dream about the buzzing reminds of a dream I had but at the time I thought it was speech that was going at a speed I couldn't understand.(but if I was to describe the sound of the voice it would've been a buzz) I remember not being able to move a muscle and it was staring at me making the noise. Whatever it was it looked like it tried to appear human but it's seemed badly burned around the face(I was not able to look away from it either so I'm unsure if it had a body). Then I remembered something I read about confidence being a defense against an attack on the mind(I thought this was a useless piece of information when i read it), I was slowly able to regain movement and speech so I yelled at it a lot and then woke up. It's the noise that the thing was making at me that was very unique so it was very hard to explain when i tried to talk to people about the dream. I don't know just the buzzing the way you described it was very similar to it's noise. (Off topic:My first post on a forum ever)Necrobird, that is it. It cannot be defined, the 'buzz'. Exactly. Also, congrats on your first post! ;) I hope this is not, after all this time, your first response to a post!gary107 posted:12/21/2013 1:44:03 PM JackerB posts: "I am cynical by nature too.Why would technologically superior being's be bothered with us? Maybe we are their school project?" No, we are the five digits humans being used to developed a world for six digit collective mind humans who are in slow transport across our galaxy looking for an already developed world for them to disembark upon. We are the creatures that prepare worlds for others to come in live in, sort of like your forefather's generation.gary107 posted:12/21/2013 1:48:01 PM Great Greek Philosopher: Know Thyself. Please log in or become a member to add a post.