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 Page 7 of 9 Many nights have passed which were full of dreams for us all. Once when I'd been hearing the vibrations, my husband began groaning and talking in his sleep. "They're coming!" He said clearly, "I HATE when they come! I'm going to shoot them!". Five minutes later, my son (the three year old) began screaming wildly at the top of his voice. I got up to go to him, and saw one of the creatures in our room! I flipped on the light and screamed, but the thing disappeared backwards through the wall. My scream made my husband jump awake and ask what was wrong. I did not want to scare him, and did not want to accept what I'd seen, so I told him I'd tripped, and to go back to sleep. Upon reaching my son, who was in a state of total panic, he told me that « ...three or five.. » of the 'snakes' had flown in his room through the window (he doesn't know how to count well yet!). The morning after, my husband told me he'd had an awful dream: Workers were building a porch unto the back of our house, and a tractor took out a portion of our wall, knocking off a corner of the house.When he came out, angry and yelling at them, they insisted it was not their fault, that it had been their boss, to whom the tractor had been rented. Their full explanation was complicated and impossible for him to follow. The reader may make of that what he will, even if it may be nothing at all. For me, the significance was very clear. Someone was knocking holes in the reality he knows, in the ideas, and morals he'd built to shelter himself in. In response to his anger at that, this 'someone' claimed to be only doing work for a higher power, that they were not responsible for the damage done to his psyche. That is my own interpretation, but it could be argued that it was I who was poking those holes with my wierd ideas, and that those responsible (according to me) were impossible for him to comprehend. That is certainly a possibility, if one takes into account the idea of a certain amount of telepathy taking place between a man and his wife; for I had not spoken to him of all that was happening to me, or my suspicions concerning the children. It was all my own secret. As for my son, many events that followed seemed to confirm those suspicions. Once when my oldest son was looking at a magazine and came upon a photo of a huge snake in the middle of swallowing a full grown man, he said, "Wow! Look at that snake!" My youngest heard that from across the room and came running, "Snakes? Where?". His older brother let him see the photo, but the little one kept repeating, "Where? Where?" Finally, the other just got exasperated, and turned the page. There was a drawing of what is commonly called a « grey » in America, and that got the three year old screaming, "SNAKES! SNAKES!". He went running into his room, screaming, and I found him crouched in a ball in the middle of his room with his blanket sobbing and shaking, repeating, "The snakes...the snakes.... ". From that point on, I struggled with myself, trying to find a way to help my son with his fear, but not finding an effective way of doing so. He began to be afraid to go to bed, and we had to keep lights on all night. He kept repeating that he was afraid the snakes would come again, and my husband and I did all that most parents do when their child suffers from nightmares; we insisted his dreams were not real, tried to show him there was nothing around, even resorted to getting angry about him being afraid of something that did not exist. We were frustrated and sought help, talking to other parents, asking advice. Finally I decided to take a different approach, that denying completely the legitamacy of his fears was leading nowhere. I decided to listen, and not try to convince him he was wrong,-just listen, and let him know I took him seriously.When he told me the snakes were scary, I asked him why he was afraid of them. He said because they are weird looking. I pointed out that many animals are wierd looking, take elephants for example,but that doesn't mean they are bad.I asked if they had ever hurt him, he said no, but they had « ..stuck things to my back.. » telling him they were giving him a gift. He said they had also cut open his hand, put something inside, and sealed the wound back up, although it did not hurt. With time, he calmed, and only occasionally does he waken, claiming the snakes had come. He recently joined me outside while I worked in my garden, and began talking about the snakes. He no longer seems afraid, and tells of many abductions, showing me exactly where their « car that flies » lands on our property. He claims that they tell him to go outside in the middle of the night to meet them, and when they bring him back one of them accompanies him back to his room. He talked of the babies, and says he is often asked to hold them, or help them walk, for, he says, "..they are not strong, and need my help...". He says that sometimes a small one is brought into his room, and he is forced to sleep with it.The big ones come to get it before morning. He says the snakes make babies. I said, "How?", he replied, "With scissors...they cut eggs. They showed me". They said they made me, as well as my brother and sister. We are a little bit part of them. -At that point, I could not listen any more, and took him inside. I was pretty shaken up. His declarations had forced me to peer into my own past. Next: The Real Beginning...? >>> |