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Dreaming; Night of
March 28, 1985 |
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5:50 |
We had recently moved into a new house, very similar to this one but larger and subtly different. For days, we had been finding things moved out of place in our absence, and we finally decided that someone was coming inside while we were gone. I instigated a search of the entire house, but we found no one. Then I came into my room to go to bed. I checked my closet and found no one. I then got up my courage and looked under my bed. In a burst of movement, a young guy came rolling out of the other side, trying to escape. I grabbed him and held him in a modified head lock until M and the others came into my room. We proceeded to bombard him with questions, but he maintained a stony silence. We found some stuff with him, strange clues to his identity and past. Finally he agreed to talk if no one asked him what had happened to his mother. We learned that he had lived in this house before, and had returned to find some things he had secreted about the place years before, including a hand gun. He had, as a small boy, accidentally killed one of his little friends and, drawn by a child's simple but powerful curiousity, he had eaten him. He had repeated this a couple of times since, but seemed now to have reformed. Then, there was a rapid rolling forward of the chronological sequence, a few weeks, perhaps a month or two. He had been staying with us, losing his wild ways and becoming more friendly and helpful each day. He was helping to mow the 4-foot weeds in the back yard, when I went outside and began walking toward them. About half way there, I suddenly was possessed, either by a mind or an idea. I walked over to a little construction of stone about 2'x2'. I tapped and wiggled it in just the right manner, and it sprang open, revealing a container of a clear liquid with brown streaks. I lifted it up and saw that it contained many small worms or grubs inside. I felt a strong mental force attempting to induce me to eat these creatures. I struggled, strengthened by my natural aversion to the idea, but began to weaken and give in. Just then, the guy spotted me, and they ran over. He took the container from me and disposed of it, saying that they were alien larvae that he had found and secreted there and, when consumed, were a dangerous drug. I got the impression that this was what had turned him to cannibalism and that he had returned for these larvae, having forgotten, due to his drug-damaged mind, where he had put them, necessitating the detailed search which had caused us to find him. Converted by our kindness and acceptance, he had decided he neither wanted nor needed them, choosing to remain with us instead. Else. (G) |
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