Topic: Benign abductions?
Here is a interesting account about a couple of seemingly benign interferences/abductions that my mother-in-law relayed to me.
The first abduction happened sometimes in the nineties when Vera (my future mother-in-law) had to take care of the her three younger teenage children all on her own. She used to sell some trifles in an outdoor marketplace and got a severe cold that also affected her kidneys. On one particular night she had a very acute pain in her kidney area - so severe that she practically rolled on the floor and screamed in pain. For some reason she did not call the ambulance but decided to wait it out. (I guess she did not want to be hospitalized because that would mean additional expense to the already strained family budget). Finally, she somehow managed to fall asleep and dreamed that somebody was dragging her out of bed. She kicked and protested, asking to leave her alone and let her rest a little bit because in the morning she had to go to work again. Anyway, in the morning she got up and was surprised to find out that the pain was completely gone save a little burning sensation and a little bit of itching on the skin. She tried to locate the itchy spot and see what it was. She discovered some geometrically shaped scars and marking on that spot. My wife confirms that she actually saw the markings, which initially were red and later became whitish and scaly.
The second episode occurred a little over a year ago when Vera ran high fever for a couple of weeks. She was finally hospitalized and when X-ray tests were done they discovered that she had pneumonia. The doctors couldn't help her because she had an adverse reaction to antibiotics. After a couple of weeks in the hospital she was released in the same condition. She became increasingly weak and we thought that it was the end of her.
On one particular night though she clearly saw two young guys appear in her dream. They were very handsome. The guys asked her if she remembered them from before. She said - Yeah, of course I remember you! But at the time she had no clue about who they were. They said that they came as soon as they found about her condition and that she should have let them know a lot earlier. She said: I would do that gladly, but how am I supposed to get in touch with you? It's not like I can pick up the phone and call you. They said that she can you a regular flashlight and just beam it up in the skies several times. They said that they monitor for such signals and would respond quickly. Then they proceeded to have a conversation between each other and pulled out like a hologram of Vera's lungs. One of them pointed to certain areas of the lungs and recommended to install some sort of net in there, which would help her.
In the morning, when she awoke she was all sweaty but the fever was gone. She is all ok now.
To me the part about using a flashlight to send out an alarm signal is really strange, but hey, if it works I am going to try it!
Probably the personal filters thing. But going back to being a kid, "sound" has always been important to me. I never consciously realized it til after that reading with Nancy though. The hand held tape recorder I have with a tape filled with sounds of life that I've recorded in our travels - chorus of birds in the woods in the spring and summer, thunderstorms, wind chimes tinkling in the breeze, the ocean, my kitty meowing and talking and even eating (haha!) the sound of walking on crunching snow in the winter. 
Written stories as a kid that made sure to include the detail of sound. The importance of sound when I'm visiting a new place. The way New York City sounds. The way the beaches in south Florida sounded. The importance of music, listening to the ways in which people speak and being good at identifying vocal speech indicators in reading people, having excellent audio recognition ability, etc. Sound sound sound! Maybe because I really did lose my hearing and there's a reality where I'm out there completely shut off to sound. So if it's true, then I made sure to say thank you to whoever did it.