It was sometime in October of 2000, about a month after I’ve come back from my first visit to the US. I was living in Guildford, UK at the time, working as a web developer and database analyst.
I was sleeping, and suddenly I woke up. I don’t know what time it was, but if I was to make a guess, I’d probably say it was about 2:30 AM or so. I immediately got completely awake, and alarmed. I woke up because I felt something moving on my feet on the bed, on top of the blankets. Whatever it was, it did not have the full weight of a human, it felt more like a dog or cat (there were no pets in the house where I was renting a room at the time, and my door was locked).
I got extremely scared, since I couldn’t understand what that was. I didn’t make a peep, neither I moved. I don’t know if they had paralyzed me, but my idea at the time was that I consciously decided not to move, as to supposedly mimic that I was still sleeping. I didn’t open my eyes either.
Within 20-25 seconds of all that happening, something else touched my head. It seems there was more than one of them in the room. As it touched me, within 2-3 seconds, I was back at sleep like nothing had happened. Which is crazy to think that I’d go back to sleep so easily, since I was wide awake and in sheer terror.
I do not believe this to be a case of sleep paralysis. I have had a few cases of sleep paralysis over the years, and they all happened while in an altered state (in a lucid dream state which clearly differs from my waking state). Instead, that night I was 100% awake.
The next morning, the alarm clock woke me up, at my usual time at 7 AM. I sprang out of the bed, and I was feeling completely OFF. Like, REALLY off. You know how you might feel sometimes when you’re really tired and you need to sleep 8 hours to recover, but you only sleep about 2 hours or so, and so you wake up and you’re kind in between of two states, feeling really off? That’s how I felt.
I got ready and went to work. I was feeling sick and had pain in my abdomen.
For a month, I was extremely scared to sleep at night. I was sleeping along a picture of Virgin Mary that my mother had bought for me years before to… protect me (lol). I was shaking and shivering for at least an hour every night until sleep would finally arrive. The fear went away gradually after talking to a monk (I believe he was Catholic, but I’m not sure), who used to setup two chairs in the middle of Guildford’s High Street on Saturdays, waiting for people to talk to him if needed (he never spoke in the middle of the street as some fanatics do, he just patiently waited all day for anyone who might needed to talk). I approached him as he almost started to pack to leave, at the end of the day. He listened to me, he prayed with me, and he told me to not fear. That’s all he did, but he helped me. I thanked him, and I asked him if he talked to many more people that day. He said I was the only one!
Since then, I haven’t experienced anything else like that consciously. I never had any missing time. If they’re still coming for me, they definitely don’t screw it up anymore. ‘Cause if they’ll screw it up again, I will break their big, fat skulls.
Subconsciously though, it’s another story. I’ve had many dreams and lucid dreams about aliens and UFOs. The most recent one, just a couple of weeks ago, where I was lifted off my house where I currently live, along a few others, and we were placed on a hangar of a big UFO. We were all waiting for the other shoe to drop when the aliens arrived (about 20 of them), but they had altered our perception to not see them with their true form. So the Greys looked like this kinda. Big wig, big head, large eyes, feminine. I immediately realized that they were putting screen memories instead of revealing themselves in their true form, and I thought that they looked ridiculous.
I don’t quite find the Greys dreams that interesting though. They’re kind of same-old, same-old. What’s more interesting is that I’ve seen 2-3 times in dreams the same type of spaceships appearing out of nowhere on our skies worldwide, and kinda stay there without communicating. Their shapes are very irregular, without any symmetry, they’re not like saucers or triangles that we normally associate with the Greys. They’re just strange design-wise, like random scraps of metal. The closest I could find can be seen here. I don’t know who the occupants of these spaceships are, I never seen them.