Pretty sure I wasn’t abducted and can’t say it was aliens for sure. But it’s something I’ve thought about everyday for the past 8yrs…
It began whilst I was asleep on my couch. My dog frantically woke me up like he was about to diarrhea all over the house at around 2am. He had no interest in going outside. When he repeated his actions the second time I just threw him out and headed to bed. During which I believed I stepped in a piss spot on my carpet near the couch I had been asleep. Obviously not happy but still half asleep I took my socks off and crawled into bed.
Bout an hr later I was awaken by my dogs demands to come back inside. I let him in and we both went back to bed even though I was wide awake because of having just had the craziest FN dream ever. I didn’t think much of it at the time but my dog pretty much laying on me instead by my side or at my feet. I’m pretty sure I didn’t go back to sleep, I remember being consciously awake the entire time. But as I laid there mulling over the crazy ass dream I just endured, it was like I was guided on a trip throughout time.
Once I found myself back home, I knew sleeping wasn’t an option. So I thought I’d go smoke a bowl and try to decipher the 2 crazy dreams I just had. Or at least get sleepy enough to go back to sleep since the sun wasn’t even up yet. I went to get something to drink from the kitchen before medicating. But I stepped in a second piss spot on the other side of my living room. Obviously another change of socks was needed. However when I took them off they were bone dry. Perplexed af I went back to the living room piss spot and felt it with my hand. Which seemed to confirm Jake had pissed on my floor about 2 ft in diameter. It was cold and it felt wet as hell to the touch.
I assumed I must’ve been half asleep and just failed to recognize my socks being wet. To be sure I grabbed a paper towel instead of risking more laundry. Sure enough, as I put the paper towel down it felt wet. However I immediately noticed the towel was as dry as when I took it off the roll. The only explanation was obviously that I was still dreaming the most realistic dream ever. Because when I stood up the entire 2 ft diameter area all the way up to the ceiling was like 30 degrees colder than the rest of the room. Feeling quite perplexed I decided to sit down in my chair until I actually woke up.
My dog always has my back and doesn’t let me leave a room without him, so it struck me as odd when he finally poked his head out of my room quite awhile later. He then proceeded to army crawl along the wall behind the recliners and darted towards the kitchen door. Which he only goes out when WE are going outside. When it’s just him he only goes out they living room door. That’s been the case up until that point and again ever since. It’s not uncommon for him to enjoy they outdoors in a nice day but he stayed out all day. I had to tell him to come in that night. He would only come in through the kitchen. He immediately darted along the wall behind the furniture straight into the bedroom. Which only raised my wtf level higher.
That all took place on a Sunday. Monday morning he took about 3 steps out of the bedroom, stopped dead in his tracks, looked back at me, then farted along the wall to the kitchen door. Which basically eliminated any chance I had of convincing myself I had dreamed everything the day before. I went and stuck my arm out out over both “piss” spots and they were in fact still significantly colder.
Obviously I didn’t know wtf to think but went to work. Life kinda felt completely turned upside down as I was Unable to think about anything other than the 2 “dreams”. The first where basically line an aura of a woman like being talked to me in my room and the second of taking a trip throughout time. I’ve always been intrigued by the mind so trying to figure out the meaning or purpose behind any dream is something I try to do. This was clearly not an ordinary situation. Which is why I struggled to wrap my head around the fact that it actually happened. My dog seemed normal all day so I thought maybe I did imagine it. Surely he would’ve shown some lingering effect. Upon returning home from work he bailed out of the pickup and ran to the patio just as happy to lucky as any other day. Except he didn’t follow me in and stayed out till bedtime. Naturally I went straight back to the cold spots. They still existed but with slightly less of a contrast in temp.
Tuesday morning the contrast was less and again that evening. Jake was still willing to spend as little time inside as possible and would go straight from the kitchen asking the wall to the bed. Wednesday morning he reluctantly walked through they living room but still wouldn’t go out that door. It wasn’t until I got home Wednesday evening they I could no longer differentiate a temperature difference above the”piss” spots. Jake didn’t immediately go inside when we got home but once he did he came and chilled by me in they living room like normal and nothing ever happened.
I’ve thought about that night everyday for damn near a decade. Without a logical explanation it’s still hard for me to believe it actually happened. If it weren’t for Jakes behavior that night and the following days until the cold spots dissipated. I wouldn’t believe it was anymore than a crazy ass dream filled night.
I didn’t tell anyone about it for a few years for obvious reasons. Why would anyone believe me if I don’t fully and what for would it do other than make me look like I lost my marbles. Eventually I told my brother and a few close friends because I had to tell someone. Plus by that time a narrative had developed that I was strung out on drugs because I wasn’t the same as before. Well fuck no I wasn’t/aren’t the same. My entire outlook on the universe and this existence we call life was forever changed. I suppose it became a little easier to talk about it when it was about extinguishing the drug addict narrative instead of whether or not anyone would believe me or whatever.
Honestly, I hope I wasn’t a special choice for it to have happened to because I dropped the ball big time and let our species or whoever down big time. I say that because the only thing I’ve been able to take from it is the feeling like they/it/whatever was trying to tell me something. Which I think the message was we need to become team human/team earth or else we won’t make it. Initially I interpreted it as a need for planetarian unity for a situation involving other planets or species. But given everything in the years since, now I feel like the unity is necessary to prevent ourselves from causing our own demise opposed to an attack or invasion from other beings.
Obviously the there is plenty of Convo to be had about how borders etc help with the structure of our species on Earth. But big picture looking from afar it shouldn’t be that hard for humans to operate without borders and approach this existence on the same team. Human. Opposed to where we’re born or what color or race were born as. I’ve yet to learn of a single person that had any input regarding any of those things and their birth.
Any fear of any type of attack from other beings is about as silly as it gets. We like to think we’re intelligent superior beings. But I’m quite positive if aliens showed up with hostile intentions they wouldn’t have a problem kicking our ass. It’s arrogantly naive and ignorant to think we’d even have a chance and wouldn’t be dust before we even knew they existed.
Idk if my interpretation is anywhere near accurate. I do know that night happened. I also know that in the thousands of days since I’ve been unable to conclude any other possibility. Maybe I’m just a dumb shit
Telling this story isn’t something I’ve been eagerly wanting to do because I don’t care whether I’m believe or not. It could be unanimous one way or the other. It doesn’t change what happened. I’m finally willing to put it out there into the internet abyss because a. I’ve assessed it to the fullest of my ability. And b. I can’t be the only Fn person it happened to. So I’m trying to do my part with maybe initiating a collaborative effort to figure out what the hell the point of it all was about and then what to do about it.
#teamhuman#teamearth
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