I'm kinda new to this joint. I just came off a board that was turning into mostly new-age bull*crap* and hokey religions. I am a scientist by nature, though not by profession (so don't ask me what field). I have walked the gamut of the "paranormal" for so long that it is "normal" to me. I have lived what Chris Carter only dreams of. I have investigated ghosts, UFOs, alien encounters, and took off after what a friend of mine described as a Chupacabra. We never caught it, nor did I expect to. I suspect it was a wild dog in the darkness, but my friend is not convinced. Something that does have me wondering is an incident that occurs to me with curious frequency. Rather than relate the story and influence anyone's reports, I would like to throw the ingredients out there and see if anybody comes up with what my questionable memory tells me happened. 1. A van. 2. A mountain road. 3. A cabin. 4. An old woman. 5. Passengers in the van. 6. A navigator. 7. A dentistry-like chair. I believe this should be all the information necessary to jar the memory of anyone who may have been there, which is what I am looking for. I know I wasn't alone. I am not freaked out, and I get plenty of my namesake. Of all the incidents of this nature that have happened in my life, this one is simply the most perplexing because I believe there are witnesses. The reason I am restricting the amount of information is, as I have said, to keep anybody from having false memories, intentionally or unintentionally. Consider it a "blind" test. DISCLAIMER: I am not putting you on. I'm not setting anybody up for a big "ha-ha what a fool" deal. I just want to make sure that any information I get is uncontaminated. Hey-I said I was a scientist.
Passengers in the van? Excuse (what might appear to you as) a stupid question, but I'm impelled to wonder "What do they have to say?"
As a teacher of mine once said; "The only stupid questions are the unasked ones." The passengers said very little except to speak to each other in frightened whispers.
Well, thanks for calling me stupid, and on with the show. What piques my curiosity is that on the one hand you say that you had passengers, and then say "I believe there are witnesses". I'll try again. What disqualifies the passengers from being bona fide witnesses?
Oops, I read too quickly. You weren't calling me stupid. Anyway, let's hear about this passenger/witness issue...
Nothing disqualifies the passengers as witnesses. In fact, I'm hoping to find at least one of the passengers who may have memories similar to mine. It's a long shot, I know, but it can't hurt to try.
Sorry, but for me this makes even less sense. "Hoping to find?" - surely, having witnessed an event like this, the **first** thing one would want to do is get contact info from everyone in the vehicle? And the second thing is perhaps to collect written testimony (and optimally audio/video-taped testimony, if possible) while the event is still very fresh in everyone's mind. Why didn't you do these things?
Ah, now some more detail is in line. The passengers were all strangers to me. Talking to them was not an option. I know this may start to sound nuts, but stick around. This story is just one of many that I'm chewing on. The reason that I couldn't talk to them or get any information is because I was the driver of the van. A man in dark clothes rode up front and acted as the navigator. He would only speak to give directions, such as "turn left" or "turn right". As the van's interior was dark (it was a minibus) I could only see the first couple of seats fairly clearly in the rearview mirror. I was not allowed to take my eyes off the road or to speak. It was sort of an unspoken compulsion. My own recollection of the passengers' faces is not very clear. That's why I'm hoping somebody else may have their memories jogged. Maybe somebody remembers being taken somewhere in the mountains at an ungodly hour of the night, remembers the navigator (because he would occassionally turn and quiet everybody down if the whispers got too loud), or remembers the old woman. I don't know what your experiences with this sort of thing are. I can only hope that I don't come off sounding like another whacko who's seen too much of the Sci Fi channel.
Oxygen, Why don't you take a deep breath and start at the beginning? I think it would be a good read for everyone. Maybe even a very interesting read indeed! Plus, by writing it down, it might just clarify your thoughts a degree?
Oxygen, My son ( he's 5 ) tells a story about being taken to a town in the mountains that has people & dinosaurs? . He said I was also there but I have no recollection of it , after all it is his dream or is it ?
god- I don't recall seeing any dinosaurs. aloysius and everybody-read on. About 1 1/2 years ago at around 2-2:30 AM I became aware that I was driving a mini-bus (like the kind used as auxiliary buses by schools) along a dark stretch of highway. Now, I am a lucid dreamer so I tend to test my dreams for 3 qualifications: 1) vibrancy of color (my dream colors are VERY intense), 2) clairvoyance & precognition, and 3)the god-like ability to manifest things out of mid air. Only one of these need to be met for me to dismiss the whole incident as a dream. This event met none. In my peripheral vision I saw the navigator. He looked human and seemed to know exactly where we were going (I kept running my tests over and over again, to no avail). At one point we pulled down a side road. He got visibly upset when I came to a full stop at a stop sign. (These damned roads have no names! I didn't know where we were!) I felt my head begin to buzz as he glared at me angrily. His eyes were intense. I drove forward a short ways, then pulled the bus to the side of the road and stopped. I turned to face him directly and only then became aware of how big his eyes were. He was enfuriated at my defiance, but I returned his glare and shook off the buzzing. I remember clearly what I said: "You people want me to drive because you don't know how to work these machines. Not stopping could draw unwanted attention. If you think you can do better, you drive. Otherwise shut up and just tell me which way to point the damned bus." He no longer looked angry. He looked only perplexed, as though my reaction was the last thing he had expected. We drove, the frightened whispers of the passengers silenced now and then by his glare. After driving up a winding mountain road we stopped at a "cabin", which is more like a rest-stop. At this cabin, which was actually a small, modern looking building, there was an old woman, maybe in her 70s. She came to the bus and talked to the navigator in quiet but commanding tones. I couldn't make out any words. The navigator stepped out of the bus and motioned for me to follow. I got out and he handed me a cigarette and lit it for me. I don't smoke, but I felt compelled to take it. It didn't taste like tobacco. It was very sweet. (I know the taste of tobacco because, like all teenagers, I had tried cigarettes before. They just weren't for me.) The old woman boarded the bus and escorted the passengers off. For the first time I could see more clearly who they were. They were all young girls dressed in simple gym slips. They moved almost like robots, but one with straight dark hair looked at me briefly with much fear in her eyes. I couldn't help myself. I reached out and touched her shoulder and told her not to be afraid, that she wouldn't remember anything come morning. The girls went into the building with the old woman. They were in there for about 15 minutes while I and the navigator remained outside. He kept giving me cigarettes which I felt I had to accept. The girls then came back out and filed onto the bus. They looked stoned. We drove a little ways further to a clearing. There was a craft with beings which I had seen before in another "incident". The girls were taken onto the craft. One of the beings had me sit in a chair that reminded me of a dentist chair. (I tried one more test. It failed.) I asked why I had to sit there. I was told that they had to put me to sleep so they could take me back to my bed. My head buzzed violently as I sat down. I awoke in my bed. My clothes were all at the foot of my bed. I had left them draped over a chair the night before. Well, that's it as I remember it. I'd love to hear anybody's input.
Great story! I guess I, for now, would have only three (pretty lame) questions... 1. Do you sleepwalk at all? 2. Have you thought about any way to locate the place? 3. How sure are you that your clothes had indeed been moved during the night? One comment on the actual story: there appears to be a logical inconsistency. They needed you to get them and the girls there, but obviously had no trouble getting you all (well, at least you) back using the "dentist's chair"!
How many times a week or since then have u had this dream. IF I were you i would get hypnotized or something.
lonek70-I have only had this dream, such as it is, once. It is not a recurring event. I also have thought about hypnosis. My problem is that I am aware of how false images can be slipped in, whether intentionally or not. I just need to find a hypnotist I feel I can trust. I have a highly skeptical friend who is willing to sit in and make sure nothing hokey goes on, but most hypnotists around my area want an arm and a leg, and money is tight right now. Aloysius- I do not sleepwalk at all. This I know because I have a very excitable little dog who sleeps lightly. If I toss in the wrong direction he comes out snapping. I hadn't made a connection between needing me to drive and yet being able to just drop me back into bed. Good question. I guess I just focused more on the journey. Unless they have trouble with mass abductions (ooh! a UFO built by the lowest bidder!), it doesn't make any sense now that I think of it. As for my clothes, I never drape them on the bed. My habit is to drape them over a chair, put them on the chair, or set them on the extension of my sewing machine if it happens to be open. I am positive I did not leave them on the bed. Locating the place might be difficult, as it was dark and mountain roads aren't famous for streetlights. As I had said, I tried to get a street name at the stop sign. I watch scenery, both on and not on TV, trying to see if anything stirs the memory banks, but so far nothing has. I watch for the cabin in particular, because it was a fairly recognizable feature. Two stories, white, but small. It sat just off the side of the road to the right as I was driving, like a tavern or cafe would be. If I can find this place, I can find the rest of the trip. [This message has been edited by Oxygen (edited August 22, 1999).]
