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From: Sue Strickland <strick@H2Net.net>
Date: Sat, 21 Mar 1998 22:26:31 -0700
Fwd Date: Thu, 26 Aug 1999 09:16:12 -0400
Subject: Re: 'Doorway Amnesia' & Modern Day Abductees?


 >From: Jenny Randles <nufon@currantbun.com>
 >To: <updates@globalserve.net>
 >Subject: Re: 'Doorway Amnesia' & Modern Day Abductees?
 >Date: Mon, 23 Aug 1999 11:07:06 +0100

Hi Jenny, Roy, Greg, ebk, Tim, Dennis and all other list
members,

I just wanted to share another funny bone you all keep tickling.
I'm one experiencer that hasn't lost her sense of humor.
Picture this:

You're 12 and you've come over to my house on a Friday night to
spend the night. We're going to cram for the French exam. The
downstairs of my home is something from "House Beautiful"
magazine, so since you've never seen my room, you expect it to
be just as lovely.

I open the door to my room and what happens next makes you cover
your face. You're assailed by a putrid, decaying odor that makes
you gag.  I say, "Don't mind my room, it's always this way.  It
used to bother me, but the swamp gas is something I have to live
with."  You'd rather leave, but after a few short minutes the
odor seems to subside.  Besides, your curiosity is peeked.  You
decide to find out what in the world caused this swamp gas odor
in my bedroom.

Well, unfortunately for you, you don't have to wait long.

While sitting on the bed studying, trying to keep from noticing
the green slime-covered walls and floors, you suddenly notice
the outside wall to the bedroom beginning to deform and
part... and what to your wondering eyes do you see?

The wall has suddenly given birth to a huge hot-air balloon and
it's floated right into this bedroom swamp. The room fills with
a white fog and the swamp gas odor intensifies. The balloon
takes up the whole room.  There's no place to run.  You look
over at me to see if I'm seeing the same thing.

I'm laughing and crying, bent over with tears streaming down my
face.

"She must be hysterical.  I must be dreaming," you say out loud.

After all, you could have fallen asleep studying.  You gag and
bend over the edge of the bed to throw up. It's so foggy-white
you can't see  the edges of the balloon, where it ends...it just
goes up and up into and beyond the roof.  You don't remember
what happened after that.

You wake up the next morning beside me, with the sun shining in
the windows.

The bedroom is painted a light sage-blue, with white and yellow
daisy print accent pillows, curtains and furniture to match. It
doesn't smell like swamp gas. There's no balloon in the room.
It's orderly, clean and just as attractive as the rest of the
house.  You were dreaming, right?

You jump out of bed to go to the bathroom.  Oops!  You slip.

You turn and see your vomit on the floor beside the edge of the
bed.  You look over at me, and notice I'm wearing your pj's and
look down to see you're wearing mine.  How strange.

Then you begin to remember the 'dream'.

Now, this last little story is just that...a funny little story.
It's not real.  It didn't happen.  It's made up.

What isn't funny is that the very strangeness that it imparts is
the very _exact_ strangeness that we abductees deal with when
they come to 'visit'.  It has elements of what really does
happen.

So, when you think about this kind of strangeness, don't imagine
you'll enjoy it, or wish it to happen to you or your friends and
family.

Don't think that just because you don't understand it, that it
didn't happen exactly like you perceived it.

Try to find out why the vomit is just where you knew it was, and
decided to ignore it.

Hugs, Sue