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Night of September 25, 2015: A ‘Grasping at Straws’ Account of Extraterrestrials in Orlando, FL
(Originally Posted at Grasping at Straws, alienhunterblog.wordpress.com on September 26, 2015)
(This blog is one I opened to share the experiences that I have with an oppressive force I have had a certain relationship with since I was a young child. Whether these individuals be of the extraterrestrial variety or otherwise, I can only guess at but the words I place in this space are reality to me at this point and these events have gone on for as long as I can remember… far too long to continue any sort of denial. Events such as these have happened at an alarming frequency since early 2006 and I hope to make sense of all this one day. Until then, I’ll take my chances grasping at straws)
Night of:
9/25-26/2015
I experienced a dream where I was lying in my bed at an old apartment of mine in Orlando, FL called The Quad. My room at this complex consisted of a square living space, a bathroom, and a corridor that led to a window at the end and a closet on the side. More about this in a bit.
The dream started, I believe, with me camping out in my girlfriend’s family van in a multi-leveled, above-ground parking garage. Somebody had noticed me taking a nap when I recalled a video (part of the dream) I had seen regarding ‘Best UFO Evidence’ and recalled a particular segment of an alien who came across and attempted to destroy a hunting camera. The alien was a long-legged pale creature, and at the time of the viewing, I thought to myself ‘this is what aliens look like.’ The fact I was able to say this with a degree of certainty lends plausibility to my belief in aliens. (Video link will be in comments once I can find it again.)
Back in the dream, I was able to connect the dots of my experiences with aliens and UFOs in life and concluded that of all the kinds of aliens I have heard of, that it must be the Tall White variety that I have been in contact with presumably from a very young age.
Back to the apartment, it was at this time the dream shifted back to the apartment where in the pitch-black of the night, I could make out two Tall Whites in my room with me. One of them stood stoically at the foot of my bed against the back wall while the other was standing over me, legs bent with its hands hanging underneath it. I woke up terrified, my body became engulfed in a tingling feeling that is consistent with my personal feelings of fear and dread, as well as very strong emotions. I stood up and asked them ‘Hey guys, what’s up’ as a mode of circumventing my intense fear of the situation.
(I believe that through the sheer intensity of emotions experienced during the dream and when I woke up, I was still fearful, crying even, recalling the bravado I put up that night but feeling as helpless as a puppy still lingers in my mind, acts like more of a resurfaced memory than a simple dream that is so often forgotten within minutes of waking up. The emotions, the feeling of helplessness, they’re all too real for me even now after I’ve awoken. This was real for me and I’m just now remembering it. I’m afraid, I keep asking myself “why me?”)
