RDM schreef:

I know of one experience. The most I will say of it is that it was either the most terrifying nightmare that I have ever had in my 49 years on this planet, or I was abducted. I state the latter, because if a dream, a nightmare, then it was about being abducted.

It started simply enough. Middle of the night, pitch black outside. I find myself standing in the kitchen, staring out the window over the sink, from which I can view the driveway.

I have no recollection of getting out of bed, or understanding as to why I am out of bed.

My only thought is, "Someone is here!"

My only feeling is terror. Sheer terror, unlike anything I have ever felt before in my entire life.

I open my mouth, I try to yell, feeling an urgent need to be rescued. Nothing comes out. I do not know if it is the terror, but I feel paralized, incapable of yelling out.

Neither the Chihuahua, which with her very sharp ears has a reputation of missing nothing, nor my roommate, stir. They are both in the bedroom.

Suddenly, I am on my back, on a table.

I see shadows, about three of them or so, slightly beyond my feet. There is an exceedingly bright light over my head, like an exam light used in an ER trauma room or in an OR. I turn my head to the right. It moves slowly. I feel hazy, as if drugged.

I see a "grey" creature near me. I also see a syringe. All of the sudden I feel the pain of an injection, exactly like when I get my annual flu shots.

Here's the rub, however, on that. This is totally off season for flu shots.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in my bed, and it was daylight. Very bright daylight. Not early morning sunrise. I had awakened in my bed, late in the morning. My roommate and the Chihuahua are in the living room, and greet me.

My right are hurts. It aches, just like when given a flu shot, and it continues to do so, for about three days.

Meanwhile, I find myself overcome with a sense of terror that escalates at night. It lasts about 2 weeks. I am more terrified than a small child in the dark. When my roommate gets up to go to the bathroom, because it's far away from me, I jump out of bed, and stand near the closed door, terrified that it will happen again, and that the dog will still not be able to warn me.

Eventually, it subsides.

At this time in history, I was only taking two drugs.

One blood pressure pill, which I had taken for many years.

Some "over the counter" melatonin for sleep, since I was working both day and night shifts as a RN, back in those days.

What it was, I don't really know.

Still stranger, despite suggestions along these lines, I have no desire to endure "regressive" hypnosis and to "find out what it was," or if there were, are, more episodes.

I no longer have the fear, but I have a tad of a sense of a fearful aboding that I do not want to know the answer to those questions.

Has anyone else been through something like this?

Thanks.

Robert

South Carolina, USA.

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