I just have a few comments:

Sir Arthur C. B. E. Wholeflaffers A.S.A. <nospam@newsranger.com> wrote
in news:86%Wa.14110$cJ5.1326@www.newsranger.com: 

To Whom It May Concern:

I don't think I can write anything profound, or that compares with
some of the abduction accounts that I've read about. But this has
always bothered my wife and I, so I feel obliged to at least throw it
out there. 

My wife is too shy or whatever to pursue this, so I will attempt to
explain her experience.

It is not shyness.  She's "petrified" - the state of being so frightened, 
she can't move.  And she deals with it by disconnecting or denying it.  
Which is easy to do, because it doesn't even seem real to her.

The only way I dealt with my anxiety, was to learn everything I could 
about it and "them."  The more terror I dug up, the less I had in my 
head.  There are huge, huge chunks of my experiences that I still can't 
remember.

Note that I was a former "seething skeptic" on these matters.

It is so refreshing to hear a skeptic with a opened mind.

I met my wife in 1976, and during a conversation then she related a
"UFO story" that had occurred in 1973:

"I was driving home from a boyfriend's house, and was in the Cherry
Hill region of Long Beach going toward Carson. I was not comfortable
driving in that area since it was relatively unpopulated and poorly
lit on the shortcut street I was taking. I saw a very unusually
beautiful moon, and thought at first that I'd never seen the moon so
pretty, until I also saw the real moon away to the left. Also, I saw
this large, bright object turn in such a way that it looked disc
shaped, and then became extremely frightened and drove home in a
panic. I got my parents and sisters out to see it, because it was 
still visible. Everyone was in a turmoil and eventually I called the
sheriff to report it. The sheriff seemed very annoyed, as though many
people had called about it, and said only 'don't worry about it, it's
a reflection or something.' I also took a photograph of it, which
turned out to show only a bright orange blob, with no conclusive
image." 

My comment was "Well, maybe the sheriff was right, or it was a cloud
or something. UFOs are usually stuff like that."

This resulted in a very mad girl who called me a "narrow minded
asshole" or something to that effect. We never discussed it again.
until: 

Many years later, in 1993, I happened to read a book at the request of
a friend called "Secret Life" by David Jacobs. Almost immediately I
was scorning the thing since it related to alien abductions, which I
just could not accept. But it was fairly interesting, so I continued
to read. 

Eventually I became aghast when I read nearly word for word accounts
of dreams that my wife had related to me over a 17 year period. She
often awoke to tell me about them, and I marveled at how utterly
imaginative she could be. But when I read those same subjects in that
book I was in shock. Was there some common brain malfunction that was
effecting lots of people? 

I told her about the book I was reading and how those stories were too
eerily like her dreams.

After I finished I suggest she read it. She was unable to read more
than a chapter or so when she became stricken with anxiety, with
difficulty breathing and panic.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder; which Dr. Mack says can only come from a 
real event, not a dream or sleep paralysis or the planet Venus.

In order to deal with my repressed anxiety, I also had to read only 1 
chapter a day from all the books I bought on the subject.  If I read 
more, I couldn't sleep at all in my bedroom.  I soon discovered I had 
absolutely no problems whatsoever sleeping on my living room couch.

Her dreams were:

"In a computer or viewing room, seeing 3D pictures of the past present
and future. The future seemed to show nuclear war or some other
catastrophe." 

"Seeing lots of babies in jars around the wall of some underground or
dark, cold place."

"Surrounded by naked people, including herself, who seemed to be
acting like zombies, and with machinery or metallic objects around."

"People lined up outside of a cliff in Guam, similarly zombie- like,
and they would enter the cliff wall, one by one."

Eventually we were directed to a psychologist who hypnotized her, with
myself present to keep her somewhat calm. My heart rate was elevated
to a dangerous level as she related this:

"I see the moon, and how pretty it is. I then notice that there are
two moons. The other moon is just the plain moon. What is that thing?
I've got to get out of here.

There's a stop sign, I better stop. The thing is up there. It's
turning sideways. I must be a UFO or something. I've got to go. But
the lights are too bright. Somebody must have their bright lights on.
I can't see. 

I'm paralyzed. I can't move. I can barely see, the light is too
bright. It's sucking me up. I'm being sucked up right through the
windshield. 

I can see the disc, I'm getting sucked right up into that thing. (She
got very disturbed emotionally at this point.) How can this be? What's
happening to me?

I'm standing in a bright curved place. There are two things there.
They are making me walk down the hall. They're ugly. They're small
ugly things. I can't look at them! (She became very disturbed then,
and the doctor had to calm her down.)

They're taking me into that room. I'm not going in there! I'm not
going, no fucking way I'm going in there! (At this point she became
too disturbed and the doctor took her out of her state.)

After that there was no further involvement with the psychologist, she
was quite rigid on that point. Whatever happened to her, real or not,
she didn't want to know. She would rather have panic attacks than
whatever she felt was "in that room". She has decided the whole thing
was a dream, or was caused by knowing about other people's stories.

They are real -flesh and blood real (something I had trouble accepting) 
,and she probably has scars on her body from them.  Circular "scoops" 
marks, dots forming a triangle, straight lines, etc.  I have some blurry, 
light-brown, "X's" on my body.  (But, if she prefers to believe them as 
dreams, I wouldn't ask her questions about scars, if I were you.)

All I know for sure is that I'm not the "seething skeptical asshole" I
used to be. I'm not sure what to think, but I don't make fun of people
who claim to have these experiences. I have since become obsessed with
trying to find out the truth about UFOs and aliens. It is extremely
frustrating, confusing, and seemingly futile.

Good luck with that.  

Thank you for your time.