Please bear with me, it's a long story!
I met one of my closest friends, “Rhonda,” in 1981. We instantly became friends and have been like a brother and sister ever since. I’m 51 now and she’s 46. Early in our friendship she told me about several odd events she experienced, especially about a road trip to visit her grandmother in upstate <st1:state w:st="on"><st1>New York</st1></st1:state> with her sister and mother that involved a UFO and missing time. It’s kind of a classic encounter so I won’t bore you with details.
Anyway, there are lots of incidents – including one in which a creature in her bedroom one night told her she was pregnant with a boy – that tell me she’s probably been an abductee. There are dozens of other incidents I could talk about as well.
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Both of her children, now 18 and 21, have also experienced strange events. I remember her18-year-old son, “Doug,” when he was young, talked about the little “doctors” in his room. He also has been terrified of a red glowing “spider” that sometimes visited at night and even to this day harbors a case of arachnophobia. In another odd story, “Erin,” the daughter, insisted that she sometimes saw “flying logs” in her room at night.
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This part is important: Neither Rhonda (until recently) nor her kids have ever read any of the books by Whitley Streiber or Bud Hopkins or any other UFO researcher. I talked with Rhonda over the years and suggested she read some of them but she regularly refused. It’s only been recently (maybe the last three years or so) that she relented.
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Here’s where it gets odd from my perspective.
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What really has gotten under my skin lately is my apparent involvement, but I don’t know if I am involved either. It could be coincidental or maybe I am just imagining things. In any case, I first have to backtrack and explain some things that happened to me, independent of Rhonda’s experiences.
My consciously remembered earlier life experiences do include waking up to find strange marks on my body, finding twigs and leaves in my bed, as well as an incident involving momentary paralysis. Another memory is of the most terrifying childhood "dream" I've ever had. I've had other odd experiences but this post is already too long!
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Well, here’s where it gets a little weird, although to anyone else but you all of these experiences would have been weird anyway!
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Up until I was about 16 or 17, I had a recurring dream that was quite vivid but doesn’t at all seem to relate to my other experiences, so maybe this is a waste of time to mention it. I apparently was a Native American and was being chased, along with another person, by members of my own tribe. It was dusk and my friend in the dream and I escaped via a canoe on a very distinctive lake. We frantically paddled out into the lake but arrows started flying all around us. I was struck in the chest and fell overboard and (presumably) drowned.
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The dreams stopped around the time I reached High School, and although I can’t quite remember if they are related, I think I had an unusually bad nighttime nosebleed around the same time. Also at about the same time, my parents and I moved across town to a new house. After this, I had a persistent feeling that I was “lost” somehow. I’ve never consciously remembered any other strange events since that time in my life, except for the one paralysis moment. Although about 6 or 7 years ago I did see one of those black triangles slowly moving directly above me while walking my dog one evening. I tend to think those may be US military experimental aircraft though.
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Getting back to Rhonda, it was a few years after we met, maybe around 1985 or so, when I casually mentioned my recurring childhood dream about the lake. It turned out she had exactly the same dream as I did as far as we could determine. We went over and over details and concluded that it really appeared to have been the same dream. I now feel that it was her in the canoe with me and she thinks it was me in the canoe with her as well. I don’t know what that means, but it certainly is a strange thing.
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Over the years as they grew up I became quite close to Rhonda’s kids and they sometimes jokingly refer to me as “Uncle.” Rhonda recently divorced her husband “Tony” and she is now living just with her daughter, the son having moved away to college.
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Here’s where I am going out on a limb and I have never even mentioned this to Rhonda or anyone else. Lest you think I’m harboring some intimate feelings for Rhonda let me tell you I’m a happily well-adjusted gay man. I was in an 18-year relationship with a great guy and can probably describe myself as a perfect “6” on the Kinsey scale! What’s nagging at me is that I sometimes feel that Rhonda’s ex-husband is not actually the father of her children and that I am somehow, and that it’s somehow connected to our earlier strange experiences. Trust me, Rhonda and I have never, ever had sex and I think it’s creepy to even harbor that thought since as I said I feel like she’s more of a sister than anything else. Besides, I have absolutely no sexual attraction to women anyway. And Rhonda is pretty shy about discussing sex and sometimes I can get her going when I joke about it even though she’s a pretty funny person in general.
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What creeped me out is that she has let it slip, maybe only kiddingly though, that she and Tony “didn’t have sex” when she conceived both kids. She jokes that it was an immaculate conception. But there was something a bit nervous about her when she talked about that.
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I can’t help with the suspicion that something’s not quite right in all of this. Tony, her ex, is of a completely different personality than her children, and few people we all know think there is even a resemblance of the kids to him. When we go someplace all together most people assume I am the father since there is a strong resemblance of them to me. And it’s something that I never until recently even began to suspect. I suppose a DNA test would put these ideas to rest but I’m not about to cross that line since I don’t want to even let on that I am thinking these things. And I know that it is not unusual for children to not resemble one of the parents.
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I’ve tried to analyze my own feelings and I can’t understand why I would think this. Being gay does not necessarily mean you don’t want to have kids, but I truly never wanted to have children and I’m not a paternal sort of guy. So I’m pretty damn sure I’m not fantasizing about wanting them to be my “family.” Neither one of the two kids have a strong attachment to their father and on separate occasions each once mentioned to me that they wished I was their dad instead. Even that made me a little uncomfortable, even though they are great people and if I did have kids I’d be happy if they were like them.
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What makes me more than a little nervous is writing about this, especially in a public forum. I wouldn’t want her to know that I even harbored such ideas about her family. And it doesn’t even make sense! I mean, I do feel a bit silly about all of this. Why would aliens (and I’m not sure I really have ever been abducted at all) even want to have my DNA crossed with hers? What’s the point of doing that between humans if there is some sort of hybrid program going on as some people have suggested?
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This probably sounds really crazy but I just wanted to get this off my chest so take it for what it’s worth. I hate to be evasive but I've changed names and I hope this forum is just obscure enough that most people would never know who I am.
I met one of my closest friends, “Rhonda,” in 1981. We instantly became friends and have been like a brother and sister ever since. I’m 51 now and she’s 46. Early in our friendship she told me about several odd events she experienced, especially about a road trip to visit her grandmother in upstate <st1:state w:st="on"><st1>New York</st1></st1:state> with her sister and mother that involved a UFO and missing time. It’s kind of a classic encounter so I won’t bore you with details.
Anyway, there are lots of incidents – including one in which a creature in her bedroom one night told her she was pregnant with a boy – that tell me she’s probably been an abductee. There are dozens of other incidents I could talk about as well.
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Both of her children, now 18 and 21, have also experienced strange events. I remember her18-year-old son, “Doug,” when he was young, talked about the little “doctors” in his room. He also has been terrified of a red glowing “spider” that sometimes visited at night and even to this day harbors a case of arachnophobia. In another odd story, “Erin,” the daughter, insisted that she sometimes saw “flying logs” in her room at night.
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This part is important: Neither Rhonda (until recently) nor her kids have ever read any of the books by Whitley Streiber or Bud Hopkins or any other UFO researcher. I talked with Rhonda over the years and suggested she read some of them but she regularly refused. It’s only been recently (maybe the last three years or so) that she relented.
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Here’s where it gets odd from my perspective.
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What really has gotten under my skin lately is my apparent involvement, but I don’t know if I am involved either. It could be coincidental or maybe I am just imagining things. In any case, I first have to backtrack and explain some things that happened to me, independent of Rhonda’s experiences.
My consciously remembered earlier life experiences do include waking up to find strange marks on my body, finding twigs and leaves in my bed, as well as an incident involving momentary paralysis. Another memory is of the most terrifying childhood "dream" I've ever had. I've had other odd experiences but this post is already too long!
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Well, here’s where it gets a little weird, although to anyone else but you all of these experiences would have been weird anyway!
<o></o>
Up until I was about 16 or 17, I had a recurring dream that was quite vivid but doesn’t at all seem to relate to my other experiences, so maybe this is a waste of time to mention it. I apparently was a Native American and was being chased, along with another person, by members of my own tribe. It was dusk and my friend in the dream and I escaped via a canoe on a very distinctive lake. We frantically paddled out into the lake but arrows started flying all around us. I was struck in the chest and fell overboard and (presumably) drowned.
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The dreams stopped around the time I reached High School, and although I can’t quite remember if they are related, I think I had an unusually bad nighttime nosebleed around the same time. Also at about the same time, my parents and I moved across town to a new house. After this, I had a persistent feeling that I was “lost” somehow. I’ve never consciously remembered any other strange events since that time in my life, except for the one paralysis moment. Although about 6 or 7 years ago I did see one of those black triangles slowly moving directly above me while walking my dog one evening. I tend to think those may be US military experimental aircraft though.
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Getting back to Rhonda, it was a few years after we met, maybe around 1985 or so, when I casually mentioned my recurring childhood dream about the lake. It turned out she had exactly the same dream as I did as far as we could determine. We went over and over details and concluded that it really appeared to have been the same dream. I now feel that it was her in the canoe with me and she thinks it was me in the canoe with her as well. I don’t know what that means, but it certainly is a strange thing.
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Over the years as they grew up I became quite close to Rhonda’s kids and they sometimes jokingly refer to me as “Uncle.” Rhonda recently divorced her husband “Tony” and she is now living just with her daughter, the son having moved away to college.
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Here’s where I am going out on a limb and I have never even mentioned this to Rhonda or anyone else. Lest you think I’m harboring some intimate feelings for Rhonda let me tell you I’m a happily well-adjusted gay man. I was in an 18-year relationship with a great guy and can probably describe myself as a perfect “6” on the Kinsey scale! What’s nagging at me is that I sometimes feel that Rhonda’s ex-husband is not actually the father of her children and that I am somehow, and that it’s somehow connected to our earlier strange experiences. Trust me, Rhonda and I have never, ever had sex and I think it’s creepy to even harbor that thought since as I said I feel like she’s more of a sister than anything else. Besides, I have absolutely no sexual attraction to women anyway. And Rhonda is pretty shy about discussing sex and sometimes I can get her going when I joke about it even though she’s a pretty funny person in general.
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What creeped me out is that she has let it slip, maybe only kiddingly though, that she and Tony “didn’t have sex” when she conceived both kids. She jokes that it was an immaculate conception. But there was something a bit nervous about her when she talked about that.
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I can’t help with the suspicion that something’s not quite right in all of this. Tony, her ex, is of a completely different personality than her children, and few people we all know think there is even a resemblance of the kids to him. When we go someplace all together most people assume I am the father since there is a strong resemblance of them to me. And it’s something that I never until recently even began to suspect. I suppose a DNA test would put these ideas to rest but I’m not about to cross that line since I don’t want to even let on that I am thinking these things. And I know that it is not unusual for children to not resemble one of the parents.
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I’ve tried to analyze my own feelings and I can’t understand why I would think this. Being gay does not necessarily mean you don’t want to have kids, but I truly never wanted to have children and I’m not a paternal sort of guy. So I’m pretty damn sure I’m not fantasizing about wanting them to be my “family.” Neither one of the two kids have a strong attachment to their father and on separate occasions each once mentioned to me that they wished I was their dad instead. Even that made me a little uncomfortable, even though they are great people and if I did have kids I’d be happy if they were like them.
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What makes me more than a little nervous is writing about this, especially in a public forum. I wouldn’t want her to know that I even harbored such ideas about her family. And it doesn’t even make sense! I mean, I do feel a bit silly about all of this. Why would aliens (and I’m not sure I really have ever been abducted at all) even want to have my DNA crossed with hers? What’s the point of doing that between humans if there is some sort of hybrid program going on as some people have suggested?
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This probably sounds really crazy but I just wanted to get this off my chest so take it for what it’s worth. I hate to be evasive but I've changed names and I hope this forum is just obscure enough that most people would never know who I am.
