Hello. I am a young female alien experiencer who lives in central Utah. All that I will post are my own accounts, recorded to the best of my ability, and perhaps the odd, clearly labeled speculation. I ask that you approach my posts with an open mind and critical-thinking attitude. Because of the nature of my experiences, and the fact that I have no proof or other way to prove that my perceptions are correct, I do not expect anyone to believe me blindly. I am sharing my memories so that we may analyze them together, to better understand the possibilities of what they may mean, true or not.
As you may have gathered, few of my experiences thus far have been properly recorded. Most of them come in the form of dreams, and dreams and memories are fluid things, the mind forgets or changes things it does not understand. I often do not remember the exact date on which an experience occurs, but I will give my best approximation when I can. I will try to post events in chronological order, but, as I said, memories are fluid, sometimes disappearing and reappearing like driftwood in a storm. It may sometimes be best for me to record things when they are the most vivid in my mind, regardless of when they occured.
For now, I will tell you about several of last year's most interesting alien dreams. There were many others, but I don't want to overwhelm you guys right off the bat.
On the 31st of January, 2011, around 5 PM, I had a strange waking dream. This makes my whole story immediately seem very folly, but it seems real enough to me. In the dream, I was riding in the back seat of a large unmarked white van with two adults in the front seats and five or six other children/teenagers in the other seats. All of us (the children) were holding our arms, as the adults had taken blood or given us shots (I can't remember which, but I think it was a sedative) before we had been loaded into the van. We drove away from where they had given us the shots, and maybe an hour or two later, we were driving along a slightly raised road between fields. The skies were clear, and it was night throughout the entire dream.
Off to the right, just as I was dozing off, I saw a huge black cloud maybe half a mile away, just over a farmhouse or a siloh or something. The cloud caught my attention because it had a strange red glow sinking through the middle of it. I would have thought that it was a jet plane that had caught fire and was falling, but there was no sound until a few seconds after the fireball hit the ground. I took off my seatbelt and told the driver to stop, but she (I'm pretty sure it was a she... there was one adult woman and one adult man) only swerved the car and sort of jumped at the sound. I don't remember getting out of the van, but the next thing I remember was standing on the road, with the van flipped on its side about 50 feet down the road. My eyes were fixed on the explosion the whole time, and I only saw the van again later, when the rest of the people were running away from it.
I watched where the cloud had crashed, and a metal disc flew from inside the inferno off towards the road. It went behind a group of trees for a moment, and when I saw t coming down the road again, there were cars flipping under it. It was as if the disc was kept off of the ground by a powerfull rush of air, and these cars had been caught up in it and were being pushed around just ahead of the craft. The craft and the cars(the disc was maybe the size of a small car) went past me on the road for about 200 feet and then the craft hit one of the flipping cars and crashed. This was about when I looked back at the van, where the adults were trying to corral the kids away from the crash.
When I looked back at the disc, it had opened (or been broken open) and there were three beings. One of them was pulling themselves out of the craft away from me, so I didn't see them very well. The other two had climbed up and towards the right. They looked about 5-6 feet tall and wore yellow suits. They were greyish (none of the colors I describe should be taken too literally, as it was dark and the fire from across the field was probably doing strange things to the lighting) and had yellow-ish orange, wrap-around "eyes", like a fly. I put "eyes" in quotations because one of their "eyes" looked like it had been cracked open and was partially missing. I'm thinking the "eyes" were some kind of goggle. Anyways, I saw the two beings look over at where the fireball had crashed, and so I looked where they were looking.
There were at least three black helicopters flying around the smoke, and two others flying towards us with searchlights on. I heard the two things run or crawl away (it sounded like more than four feet moving around on the metal of the disc) and I ran up to the craft to see if the other being was still there. While I was running, I kept saying a name. I can't remember what it was, but I'm positive it was a name.
Before I got to the craft, I heard footsteps behind me, and two SWAT-looking guys pushed me aside. One of them circled the craft, the other picked up the remaining being and started walking back down the road to where one of the helicopters was hovering. The other guy slipped a harness over the craft and the other helicopter came to lift it away.
As the man with the being over his shoulder walked past, I looked at the thing's eyes I suddenly felt like I needed to help him, so I grabbed on to the man's arm and told him that what he was doing was wrong. He didn't respond, so I kept tugging and yelling. I think he knocked me out or something, because the next thing I remember was laying down on the road.
It was still night, and I could see flashlights and people over where the cloud had crashed. The cars and the van were gone, along with the craft and everyone who was there but me.
Then, from the direction from where the van had been driving, another craft came. But this was a different looking thing. The shape was smoother. The earlier disc ooked like a peice of crap compared to this. Again, the craft went past me, this time landing silently and gently 30 feet away. This craft was bigger, and harder to see, like it was made of a mirror I couldn't quite get my eyes to focus on it.
Again, three beings came out. They were taller than the other ones, and didn't wear suits They "thought" to me and asked me what had happened. I told them. When I was done, they started getting back on the craft. I said the name again and they stopped. They looked at me and at eachother for a while.
I said the name again and one more being came out of the disc. This one was about four feet tall, blue-gray, and wore a blue and silver suit. He walked right up to me and I was taken aback. He had a squareish jaw and human looking hands. His eyes weren't the solid black like the others, but a deep blue. He looked oddly like... me. It was really strange. It was like a whole lifetime of... something, was caught somewhere in the back of my mind and this... kid... was somehow behind it. He blinked, and he seemed to be asking me what I wanted. I didn't really know what I wanted, so I just offered my hand to him to shake. He looked at my hand for a while and then very cautiously touched the palm of my hand with his fingers. As soon as he touched my skin he pulled away, as if I had shocked him or something. He pushed the palm of his hand on my forehead and I was on the ground again. The last bit of him I remember was laying on the road and having him wave his hand over my hip, kinda like he was a pickpocket trying to steal my wallet without waking me up. Before he could steal anything or finish whatever it was that he was doing there was another explosion from where the cloud had landed who-knows-how-long before. All four of the beings immediately got back into their craft and were gone. I ran after them for as long as I could, even though I couldn't see them anymore, and I finally woke up from this dream or whatever right after a black helicopter shined it's searchlight on me.
Within a week of the above described dream, I had another. (around Feb. 3? 2011) In this dream, I was riding in the van with my family. We were on a relatively busy street on our way home. (Highland Drive or Holladay Boulevard I think) No... wait... I first saw the UFO when we were exiting the freeway onto the road... I think this was the case because I'm pretty sure we went under an overpass. It was a bulbous saucer shape, with a white light on top As we drove down the road, it got closer, to the point where I almost thought I could see someone inside the light. At this time, a light engulfed the van, and my brain felt like television static. (I don't really know how to better describe the feeling. Black and white static, a lightly electrical buzz... I don't know.) Anyways, the next thing I knew, we were on a different road. Again, it looked like we were exiting a freeway, only this time we were driving along a steep hill, with the freeway in a canyon or something off to the side of us. I was still looking at the UFO, it was in the same space in my vision, but I knew we had been moved. I could hear police sirens following either us or the ship.
The UFO kept getting closer and lower. Eventually, it crashed into a telephone pole, or the top of a tree, or something, and came crashing down onto the freeway. Immediately, two or three police cars stopped around the craft. My dad, who was driving, said, "Whoa," stopped the car and turned us toward the crash to watch.
It looked like the ship split into two halves horizontally, and three beings fell out. One of them wasn't moving, and was only halfway out of the ship. Another was crawling away from the craft, and was quickly surrounded by what looked like a SWAT team, guns aimed at his head. The third looked relatively unharmed, and was hunched over the injured one, staring (and hissing?) at the SWAT guys. These beings looked different from the ones in my other dreams, taller paler, and naked. They also had almost a kangaroo-like bone structure, and they walked up on the balls of their feet, hunched over. They seemed too big for the ship to me... apparently they don't mind being cozy with eachother.
The SWAT guys seemed to yell something at him. I'm guessing he didn't do what they wanted him to, because they shot the injured being in the head, and the third being took off towards us, up the steep hill and through the trees. My dad said, "Whoa," turned the car back around and started us away from the scene. We didn't get far before the third being jumped out in front of our car and started banging on the windshield. He looked terrified, so I intictively climbed up into the passenger seat and rolled down the window. My dad yelled at me and asked me what the hell I was doing, and I told him that I wasn't gonna let the cops shoot someone who I hadn't seen do anything wrong. That seemed to satisfy him, but he still seemed uneasy. My dad is a bit loopy, so none of his behavior really bothered me. I helped the being through the window. He was a lot bigger than I had thought, he had to tuck his knees up into his chest and put his feet on the dashboard just to fit into the seat. I don't remember the rest very clearly, but I remember putting my hand on his shoulder at one point, and having black helicopters chase our car. It felt like I was talking to him. I remember wondering how we would get away and where we could hide him until he was rescued.
My memory of the next one is very vague, but I distinctly remember one moment from it. There were two small greys, one standing near me and the other, injured, in my arms. They were both maybe 3 1/2 - 4 feet tall. It seems like the later the dreams occured, the smaller and more fragile the greys seem.
It was nightime, in an empty parking lot. The moon was bright, so I didn't have much trouble seeing. The three of us were hidden behind a minivan (the van that my family owned last year, and the same van from the previous dream), taking cover from something.
This dream stands out the most to me because of the extent of physical contact with the grey in my arms. This is the first dream where I really got a sense of them. They smelled like soggy cardboard, almost a light, scrambled-egg type of smell. Their skin was soft, and slightly loose of their frame, like an older person, but a very in-shape older person. Like I said before, he was injured, and I could feel him seem to get cooler in my arms. If I remember right, it was his legs that were hurt. I don't remember if there was any blood, but he couldn't walk. I felt that the most important thing was to keep him warm until I could get them back to their ship or wherever. I would have rubbed him to keep him warm, but he seemed so fragile. So, I intead lifted up my shirt and held him against my belly. He almost immediately got a bit more color in him, and he seemed to relax more. His companion smiled at me and I woke up.
I have posted these experiences on several forums, with a weak response. I'd like to know what you guys think. Could these be real? Or screen memories?
Thanks for reading. I will try to post more, including my more recent dreams, and more from last year. Feel free to leave comments or questions.
