Exactly one year ago, on January 15, 2023, I recorded my first “remembered” abduction. I was beginning to suspect something was amiss when I started reading a series of books written by David M. Jacobs and the late Bud Hopkins regarding alien abduction. These books were recommended by a friend of mine who is also an abductee. We would discuss each book and I would relay different “high strangeness” events I had in the past, plus some that were currently taking place. He suggested I start a timeline documenting all of my “high strangeness” events to see if a pattern emerges, going back as far as I could remember. We discussed what constituted High Strangeness—i.e., paranormal activity, unexplained nosebleeds, door knocking, unexplained bruises/scratches, clothing mishaps, etc.—all of which I had plenty of. He also gave me examples of his timeline to create my own to document these important details. I cannot remember exactly if I started my timeline prior to my first “remembered” abduction or immediately after. I just know that my first “remembered” abduction was frightening—and similar to an event I had when I was approximately 11 years old. It was shortly after a series of abductions and a deep discussion with my friend, that I had to admit that I was an abductee.
The following abduction event from one year ago was the beginning of my journey to better understand the Abduction Phenomenon, bring awareness to it, and learn ways to deter THEM from kidnapping us in the middle of the night.
“I had a “dream” I was in a huge room with 3-4 extremely tall arched windows. The windows had no windowpanes; it was one solid piece of glass. It was nighttime with some moonlight, and I could tell the room was white. On the opposite wall from the arched windows was a mirror, from top to bottom, wall-to-wall—like in a dance studio, gym class, or ballet studio. There were no obvious mirror pane edges that I could see. It was all one solid mirror. With the arched windows to my left, the wall in front of me had a dark shadowy area with the wall itself appearing to be pitch black. There was no light whatsoever in that area. I don’t know what was over there, but I felt a “foreboding” if I looked/walked over there.
I was in this room with someone else—a young man with grown out and messed up dark black hair. He was clean-shaven with a regular build. I was naked except for gray underwear and some sort of “cape”. I was also barefoot. While I was standing halfway between the windows and the mirrored wall (closer to the opposite wall of the darkness), a “searchlight” from some type of aircraft started descending from above, shining in through the windows. The light wasn’t emanating from below the craft; it was emanating from the side of the craft. It was at this point I noticed the floor. The light from the craft shining on the floor revealed a black and white checkered pattern. I do not know if the flooring was vinyl, tile, or just what. Where there wasn’t light, the floor wasn’t shining. It was black, almost like it was non-existent. The light from this aircraft was an intensely bluish-white color. It was as if the white light was outlined by the blue hue.
When this light started emanating from the side of the aircraft, extreme fear swept over me. I started to back up so I could find cover. I knew that if I didn’t and I was spotted by the light, I would be in extreme danger. As I was backing up, thinking how I could hide, the young man yelled that I could hide in a “dead space”. This dead space was a space between the room we were in and the room next to us (exact same room—arched windows, mirrored wall, etc.). This space is a dead space where light doesn’t shine. The young man moved something or pried something open/away. We both stepped into this space. My cape was loose, billowy, very flowing. I pulled it in close around my body, managing to pull it all around me into the dead space a split second before the light filled the entire room. I had to turn my head away and close my eyes tightly from the intensity of the light.
Next thing I know, I’m running across the field behind the house I was living in at the time, away from the arched-windows room. I could see the backside of my house. I was still naked with only my gray underwear and the cape. It was at this point I awoke in my bed. My room was pitch black. I turned on my bedside light, got out of bed, put on a tank top, and went to the bathroom (I used to sleep naked except for underwear. Not anymore). While I was in the bathroom, I noticed my underwear was gray. I crawled back into bed, laid on my left side, and send a text message to a friend of mine. I heard a significant “thud” through the earplugs I wear at night. The sound came from behind me, from the other side of the bed. I whipped my head around, but I didn’t see anything or anyone. I turned back around, finished my text message, and went to grab my shoulder pillow. It was on the floor, however, on the other side of the bed. I have no idea how it fell when it was laying on the bed next to me (I sleep alone).
After waking up the next morning and getting dressed, I discovered a tube of hair gel on the floor. It was originally sitting on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. It was as if it had been knocked off. In my opinion, there was no way it would have fallen off the nightstand by itself.
Was this the “thud” I heard? Or someone/something else?”
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I KNOW this story and it only gets stranger the more I hear it. I’ve never seen your drawing until now. When I looked at it to read what you had written , all I kept seeing was the Red Room in the Black Lodge on the show “Twin Peaks”. The windows would be covered up with red velvet from floor to ceiling like an old theater, hence, why you don’t see them in the actual clips of the show.
Also, the shape, size, and numbers of the windows are exactly the same as the windows in a structure that I saw off-planet during my first QHHT. For whatever that’s worth…🤷🏻♀️