I was in my driveway - I'd noticed something, and knew it had
something to do with a UFO having been there; I don't have a clear
memory of exactly what the item was, because of what happened next.
Whatever the item was, it had been left as a marker "tag"
and surveillance device for the location it was set at. I
somehow knew that if I inspected it too closely, it would trigger
an alarm and cause the UFO to return to investigate. I couldn't
restrain my curiosity, though. I went ahead and inspected the
thing. Within a few moments, I saw the UFO approaching high
overhead. It was basically delta shaped, with a ratio of about
2:1 of length to width of the triangle's base at its rear.
Nothing wispy or glittering about it - a solid, durably constructed
piece of advanced technology, pausing overhead.
I somehow knew that it hadn't seen me yet, as it glided to a stop
above me, and that if I was to take evasive action right at that
moment I'd have the chance to avoid detection and capture. Again,
though, curiosity ruled. I stood there, visually inspecting it.
I was thinking that they don't always abduct humans they
come across,...(!) If they did, they'd have to abduct the whole
planet, having found it! It sat for about two or three seconds
up there, motionless, then I saw a glittering point of light
developing about 2/3 of the way back from its tip, at the midline.
I knew that was the powering-up of its abduction beam. I considered
evasive action, but knew it was too late; that, there was no
shelter to get under (overhead obstruction) close enough to reach
before the beam was ready to be applied - and, that the targeting
of the beam was pin-point accurate on a slow-moving target such as
a running human. So, I just watched as the process completed itself.
The next clear moment in the dream, I found myself in a room.
There was someone there with me. We were talking. I asked what they
were going to do to me. He said that they were going to take some
of my genetic material for breeding purposes, and then put a
control implant into me. (I had a quick flash of a series of images
go through my head, of an invasive surgical procedure, and an
image of me trying to maintain a normal daily routine with that
thing in my body. I, of course, didn't like this proposed change
in my future.) He got up and left the room. I decided to escape.
I opened the door (it wasn't locked), and started my escape.
(I suspect that in their society locks on doors are considered
unimportant - that, the social controls are considered effective
enough; more effective than mechanical devices to constrain
undesired actions.)
I had something with me; some kind of wooden stick, like a 2"x2"x2'
board (I think) for use as a weapon. It was like a stave, with one
end chopped via flat sides to make a point. I, however, didn't
really want to use that end,... I intended to use the blunt
end, to merely disable any aggressors obstructing my escape.
Some of it is rather blurred, but there are aspects I can related
clearly. What stands out, is that several times during the escape,
one or another of my captors attempted to approach me to subdue
me - and, I felt them trying to sneak up on me. Having felt
their approach, I turned my full attention at them - and, they
backed off. I'd caught them at it, and they aborted the attempt
before actually getting close enough (around a corner, etc.) to
see.
Shortly after I got out of the room, I was obstructed by a scene
of confusion - there were about forty or fifty very small
semi-human children, rushing out of a corridor to turn a corner
and run down another - the same way I knew I needed to go to
escape. There were two or three adults herding them, mentally
urging them to hurry; that, they were in danger because of me
having become loose on the ship. I felt frustrated, that they
were in my way, but I wasn't willing to harm them by pushing my
way through them. I remember thinking that I'd just have to wait
until they (like a herd of cattle) were gone, and wishing that
they'd (cut the crap,) get out of my way, and let me pass.
The whole crowd stopped.
They pressed back against the sides of the corridor, creating a
clear avenue down the center. They were all looking back and up
at me - perhaps twenty or thirty of these little people, with
a couple of adults tucked back and constrained by the crowd.
I realized in a flash, that they were all telepathic, and acting
as a united group. They knew I'd avoid harming them (if I could),
and decided that cooperating with my desire for them to let me
pass made more sense than following the stressed-out instructions
of the ones herding them. I paused a moment, gaging the width of
the aisle down their center they'd created, and gaging their
intentions - what they'd do, if I actually tried to walk through
their midst. (After all, thirty midgets can easily overcome one
normal size person.) I could feel their minds focused on me;
flitting from individual to individual was like meeting adult
human minds in those tiny bodies. Adults in children's bodies.
What would these develop into, upon maturation? Unknown, and at
the moment, irrelevant. I decided to chance it, and hurried through
them, but remained on guard as I did so.
Once I was past them, I turned a corner into a room where corridors
came together. I knew I was close to the shuttles, but wasn't sure
how to proceed to get there. I felt someone sneaking up, and
turned my attention to him. It was a human male about six feet tall
and slender; I realized that it was the same one I'd had my talk
with in the room, and had clear memory of him being one of the ones
trying to sneak up on me (at least once) during my escape.
I confronted him, asking how to get to the shuttles. He answered
me, and I felt sure that it was truthful. As I made the decision
to turn and go for the shuttles, I knew that he intended to stop
me. He was standing about two feet from me, facing me, off to my
left side - I hit him three times
in rapid succession with the stave; twice in the diaphragm
with the blunt end, and once across the head with the side. He
fell, incapacitated. I went to the shuttles.
I have a vague memory of evasive maneuvers, piloting the shuttle
during my escape. I was shot down, and the shuttle crashed.
The shuttle was sentient, like artificial intelligence; it was
still active after the crash, despite being a crumpled, torn-up
wreck. I don't know if I was injured or not; I know I was dazed
and reacting slowly. I should have been running away, as soon as
I extracted myself from the wreckage. I asked it conversationally,
"Wow! What do you think it was that they used to shoot us down?"
It answered, "I'm not sure,... Some kind of heat beam, I think."
I remember thinking that if they shot again with me sitting there,
I'd be vaporized - and feeling sure that they intended to shoot
and do exactly that. I remember having the gut feeling that it
was too late to run, and that they were shooting right now.
Then, the dream ended.
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