Paranoia About Alien Abduction
Scary Season...
October is rolling by, and I've yet to indulge in any horror movies. I'm a chronic pussy, and am not the biggest fan of scary things.
I'm not able to look at blood or gore without feeling faint. Even as a kid using fake blood for a costume, I was close to passing out (much to the entertainment of my mom and cousin).
I tend to lean toward sci-fi horror instead. I love alien movies, especially ones with sci-fantasy themes.
Alien themes tickle some kind of primal fear and curiosity in my brain.
Gripping Your Pillow Tight
I used to sleep with my door barricaded, and with a pillow over my head. I'd fall into sleep paralysis and imagine that I'd be abducted because of that.
I go more in depth about my experience with sleep paralysis and aliens in a previous post.
Assuming grey aliens are all knowing beings, and exist solely to probe and dissect us, I'd beg them to keep me unconscious if they needed to abduct me. I was only 10 or 11 years old trying to tele-communicate with aliens... I had a very strong imagination. I didn't want to see them. That was the biggest fear; waking up to two shimmering black eyes looking down at me.
There is an episode of Art Bell's Dream Land where he talks with Michelle LaVigne. She wrote a book called "The Alien Abduction Survival Guide: How to Cope with Your ET Experience".
The interview with her is fantastic. Not for any factual reasons, but her stories and "recounts" of abductions are very fun. She's playing the Whitley Streiber card, and claims to be one of the main characters in the aliens' game.
I recommend listening to her stories. Trying to resist abduction, learning to love her alien friends, teaching abductee classes while aboard a spaceship. None of it is believable unfortunately, but it reminds me of when I was a kid, imagining little adventures and stories about space travel.
It's a combination of fear and curiosity that drives these stories.
I want to believe.
I want to be left alone -
But I kinda don't.