[housemouse2]

I do have a story, though I am apprehensive about sharing it. *deep breath* Here it goes:

For a very long time I had dismissed it as a dream. As a small child I had this dream. It wasn't like any dream I had had...boy I had some whoppers.

The dreams starts out where I am suddenly awake and floating above my bed. I do not know how I got above the covers. (due to how I will report this story there will be a lot of repetitive "I's" used.) I am floating above the bed, stiff as a board, face up. I couldn't move any limbs or speak. However, I was also a very quiet child...I didn't even try to speak. It was dark, middle of the night. I started to float out my bedroom, which I shared with my sister, head first down the stairs. I remember seeing shadows on the wall of the stairway as I descended down. There was a small window that bright light came through.

I got the the end of the stair and leveled. Still on my back I turned and floated across the dinning room, into the kitchen and straight out the back of the house. The backdoor was black. Like a cartoon tunnel.

outside the house I saw a white wash of light on the house. I can recall thinking it was a bright moon. During this entire trip I felt no fear. No temp change. I heard no noise at all. It was actually very soothing. I floated across the back yard and into some sort of black space or opening.

I then recall waking up again. This time on a grate floor. The material of the floor wasn't metal, it looked like Teflon. it was room temperature but felt more like a type of plastic. I could see down through the grate floor to the bottom of the room.

Beneath the floor was a area that resembled more like the inside of a ship. It had large pipes running the side of the walls. It was painted white. There were also black cables running along the pipes. The area was cast in red light.

As my eyes followed the wall up I saw a large access space between the grate and the wall. The grate floor was attached to the wall with studs. As I continued to look up I spotted the underside of a bench that went down the entire wall length. The room curves like a circle. The bench curved as well. The seat of the bench was a brown padded material. Like vinyl.

A man calls my name from behind where I am laying. I push my self up and roll onto my rear. I look around and realize the room is actually pretty small. It's round, a grate floor and bench. The ceiling is dark. there are lights above but dim.

There is another child in the room with me. A small boy about 5 years old. He is wearing blue pajamas with little feet. The pajamas had a cloud pattern on them. His hair is straight and dark. He is sitting in the middle of the room playing with some sort of device.

A walk over to the boy and kneel down next to him. I knew his name but we didn't speak. I think his name was timmy or tommy. I can't recall anymore. The box he played with was silver. The center peaked like the top of a pyramid. Beams of colors came from it. It played musical notes with the colors.

I heard my name called again. I look back to the man sitting on the bench. He had short red hair. He was thin and not very tall. He wore a brown sweater with a red accent. His pants were tan and his shoes were like brown loafers. His legs were cross, with his hands on his knee.

I got up and walked over to him. I placed my hand on his leg said "What is it grandfather." (I only have one grandpa and I never called him grandfather and he looked nothing like this man.)

He said, "It's time to go home now."

I said, "I want to stay here and play some more."

He said, "You have to go."

next thing I remember I feel like I am falling. I open my eyes and I'm in my bed, in my room. I look over and see my sister is still sound asleep. It's very dark.

I told myself then it was a strange dream. I do recall other times of having a feeling of floating above my bed and falling into bed. That stopped when I was a teenager.

I never bothered to think about this dream till recently. Now I think about it all the time. I'm sure it was some type of abduction.

Now for the freaky part.....

My parents had 3 kids. Out of the 3 of us only I have ESP. My Mother has ESP as well. It's not perfect, but it does work.

My mother never knew her father. Her mother never spoke of him. She died bitter. My grandmother's sister raised my mother as her daughter. She said she thought she might know who my mother's father was but wasn't sure. She thought he was a boy that her sister went out with ONCE.

My grandmother and her sister were twins. My sister and I are twins. Twins runs every other generation in that side of the family.

My daughter is handicapped. She has williams syndrome which is a gene deletion. My sister's son is normal. My daughter also has some ESP. She says she sees spirits.

I have seen spirits, experienced empathic abilities, can tell when someone I know is going to die, lose their job,get married, have a baby, ect. I have had premonitions come true, seen things happen exactly as I dreamed, I have also had symbolic dreams before and event. Usually I have 3 month warnings on major events. I can tell who is on the phone before I look. I can comprehend some quantum theory but not balance a check book, keep track of time and days and have trouble with finances. My sister and brother are both physically different from me. They are both thin, my brother very tall. My mother and I both have been diagnoses with fibromalasyia.

And out of all of this what pisses me off the most is the lotto. I can get the numbers from a different drawing. I can pick numbers one below or one above the drawing. But never get my numbers.

I do not know what it all means but I do know something is about to happen. Look up to the sky.