Childhood Abductions

I didn't have anything too terrifying -  in a nutshell I had frequent nosebleeds;  instances of waking up reversed in my bed outside of the covers;  two experiences with "ghosts" which I mentioned;  I was TOTALLY afraid of my bedposts because they were so round, which I mentioned in another thread - when I looked at them I saw round bald heads, and if I looked at them for too long and focused on that I would drive myself hysterical until I was screaming and crying for my parents;  had a weird incident at about the age of 5 where there were "butterflies on my wall."  That's what I saw, or interpreted it as anyway.  All these fluttering, chaotic movement of butterflies dancing about on my wall out of nowhere, in black and white.   Scared the crap out of me and sent me into hysterics until my mom came.   I remember getting out of bed and standing in the middle of my room facing the wall just going hysterical at the fluttering movement on the wall.   VERY weird.   Used to gaze up at the sky a lot doing the whole "Starlight starbright first star I see tonight, wish I may wish I might have this wish I wish tonight...." thing that little kids do.  Wishing to the imaginary people in the stars.     And I'd always wish for a balloon!     That's all I wanted as a kid, a helium balloon!    And I swear to God the couple of times I wished for one I got one...the very next day in fact.   They would come to me.   

Had two strange "dreams" that involved people in white coats at a young age, between 3 - 5.    And not to be gross, and turn in a serious direction, but at about the age of 5 I awoke one morning with dried amber colored stuff on me "down there."  Mystified I removed it and told my mom about it.  It never happened again, and boy did my mom frown at me and give me the weirdest looks when I tried to tell her.   I mean, she knew I wasn't lying, because what kind of a kid would come up with that anyway.  But at the same time.....who's ever heard of such a thing??    Years later I would be told that it was most likely dried iodine.    You figure out the rest.

Developed an interest in aliens at the age of 9, in 4th grade.   My mom would regularly take me to the public library and I would beeline for the grown ups section and hunt out all the books on aliens, UFO's and abductions.   This isn't normal!      Also any books on the pyramids, Atlantis, ESP, ghosts and the paranormal.    The irony of this is......my mom was so busy censoring which Judy Blume books I was allowed to read that she completely missed me reading "Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind" which involved alien sexual abductions, sperm and eggs being taken, hybrids being created, abductees getting smeared with weird jelly and forced to mate with each other and other aliens.    !!  Yeah mom, that's right, you hide that Judy Blume book which mentions "masturbation" and "erection", meanwhile, I'm in my room glued to this book about aliens creating hybrid babies.    !  I knew a lot about the alien phenomenon by the age of 10, 11.   Made my way through every single book the library had on the subject, then read them for a second, third and fourth time.    This isn't normal!    

As a kid I'd already concluded that "humans are one giant genetic experiment by the aliens gone wrong."    This isn't normal either!   

At around 10 there was an instance one early summer evening in CT - the sun hadn't even fully gone down yet - where I was in bed early, probably because I was grounded or something, and something (invisible) was in my room, walking around casually picking stuff up on my dresser and desk and putting them back down again.   I had my back to the room, facing the wall, completely frozen in fear.  I heard it pick up my glasses and put them back down, move over to my desk and pick up the little metal container with push pins, which rattled, then put it back down.  Just curiously poking around.  We didn't have any ghosts in that place, so I'm at a loss for what the hell was going on with that whole deal.  At 14 something slid open the attic entry way in my closet, fell down onto the ramp which led up to that doorway, tumbled down and landed with a thud against my closet door.   I laid there in the dark, scared s******.   But nothing else happened, that I remember anyway.   A fearful check in the morning revealed nothing out of the ordinary.

At this same time, age 14, I became absolutely OBSESSED with the imagery of spiral stairs, DNA helixes and elevators.    And I do mean obsessed.    I'd lie in bed mentally envisioning spiral stairs, I'd doodle DNA looking helixes all over my notebooks at school, I'd go out of my way in public to seek out elevators and ride around in them, I'd dream about elevators and spiral stairs.  This is CLASSIC mind control symbolism / conditioning.   I had no idea though at the time.   

It didn't hurt that I had parents who were active believers in this stuff, and regularly talked about it.  We'd sit around at dinner sometimes discussing the pyramids, and aliens, and UFO's, you name it.  They both were WAY into believing in and talking about reincarnation, ghosts and the paranormal, and ESP / psychic stuff.  Both had very psychic family members, and both had experienced paranormal stuff.    So, they certainly helped inadvertantly push me in that direction, no doubt about it, and they didn't bat an eye when I gravitated to those books, like it was the most normal thing in the world for a 4th grader to read.   At 15 and 16 I was giving reports about aliens and the UFO phenomenon in school, both in CT and CA, and by then my psychic abilities were in full swing. 

I don't know, but I'm thinking all of this might point to something unusual happening to me?....??