Am I one of the few?

A few years back, I had this recurring dream. It was pretty strange. My room was filled with a brilliant light and I felt like I was levitating above my bed. But the strangest part was that I felt as if I was awake and watching this happening to me. It was a very disquieting dream to say the least. If I had this dream once or twice, it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But this happened eight or nine times in a two week period. It was kinda freaking me out. But it was about to get much even more bizarre. I was teaching a Introduction to Operating Systems at the only public traded University in the United States. Class ended at 10:00 PM and to kill time on the hour long drive home, I turned on the radio. Since I cannot stand commercial radio and there wasn’t anything good on NPR, I found myself listening to Art Bell. In case you haven’t ever listened to late night talk radio, Mr. Bell has a pretty entertaining radio talk show. That is if you enjoy laughing at people that claim to have had close encounters of the third kind. Which, from time to time, I do. Anyway, the topic of the evening was alien abduction. The first person started describing the recurring dream or what seemed to be a dream when the nights she was abducted by aliens. You read that right – the nights she was abducted by aliens. Guess what, she was describing my dream to a tee. At first, I thought it was strange. But then I was shaken to the core as caller after caller validated that they had the same dream the nights they were abducted. As a rolled down the road, I became to question reality or what seemed to be reality. Was it possible that I had been a guest on a silvery metallic spaceship? The guest of little green men from a distant galaxy? Did they perform weird experiments on me? Am I one of the so-called freaks that I have laughed at over the years? Rushing home, more like driving at unbelievable speeds putting myself and the other hapless saps driving on the highway at 10:30 at night. Give me a break, I had just found out that I was the victim of some seriously sick and very intrusive medical experiments. Bursting through the door, I ordered my wife upstairs to search for any evidence that I had a permanent anal probe planted deep inside my body by these highly advanced, but extremely vile mutant dwarfs. Needless to say, it took a little coaxing to get her to comply with my deranged request. After her in depth examination turned up nothing, I began to relax. I haven’t thought about this dream for some time. Other than that hour of panic, I never really believed that I was abducted by aliens. Sometimes a dream is just a dream and sometimes a story is just a story. More stories from Paul Gavin. Info on novels Paul Gavin's Storefront. Technorati Tags: Fiction, Online Book, Chapter, Rebeleyeball, Paul Gavin IceRocket Tags: Fiction, Blook, Chapter, rebeleyeball