Joe, Helen, Marie and I and Our Future

Joe, Helen, Marie and I and Our Future

Report I

By Dan Jensen

SYNOPSIS

Dan had a dream, and then he realized it was not a dream, it had happened, and it changed his life. Then it killed him.

When you are injected by aliens and they use you as a test subject in their research you are, in their minds, no more than an expendable research subject.

It is no different that the feelings we have towards mice and other research animals used to test and evaluate medical procedures, drugs, and skin care products. To us, these animals are expendable. To the aliens I was expendable.

Then things changed and they asked me for help. Now they needed me and I thought I had become a member of the team. I felt I was one of them.

The mistake I made was thinking we were now working together, a united front against an advanced and superior foe. I was not one of them, I was still an outsider and this naivety cost me my life.

It just goes to show that sometimes you are wrong and when you are it can cost you dearly.

Joe, Helen, Marie and I and Our Future

By Dan Jensen

Published by Dan Jensen at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Dan Jensen

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Joe, Helen, Marie and I And Our Future

Report I

CHAPTER I

JOE

It was March 8, the day after my son’s birthday and the day before my wedding anniversary. I also remember the year, 1970, because that was the year that Boeing released the 747, being the owner of a travel agency the Boeing 747 was big news and for these reasons I can remember the date of my dream.

After all, it is not every day that one has a dream that is so real and yet so bazaar that you cannot determine whether it was real or just a dream?

I had gone to bed around 11, fallen right to sleep and slept through the night, and did not awake until 5:30 the next morning.

It was not until I stood in front of the toilet peeing that I remembered the dream. It flowed back into my consciousness and was so bizarre that I began laughing and was still amused as I began to brush my teeth.

In the dream, I was taken from my bed by something. This something transported me through the house, out the door, and into the sky. As we soared I watched the earth diminish until it was the size of a dime. Then I turned to see where I was being taken and all was black except for a shiny spaceship way off in the distance. I say spaceship, it was not a rocket nor did it look like the space station. This thing looked like a flying saucer one sees in a science fiction movie. As I approached, it grew larger and larger, until it loomed up before me. The thing was huge!

It reminded me of sailing up to an empty supertanker at anchor. All you can see is a flat wall of rusty steel as high as a five story building and 1,000 feet long. It makes you feel very small and insignificant when you are in the water looking up. As I approached this flying saucer it was even more dramatic than the approach to a tanker. This craft seemed larger than a supertanker. The outer wall of the object was not rusty; instead it looked to be made of stainless steel, very shiny and very clean, almost as if it were sterilized. As I came alongside and touched the shiny wall the most extraordinary thing began to happen; the wall of the craft gave the illusion of getting smaller, like it was shrinking. I had the strangest feeling it was doing this on my behalf, so as not to intimidate me.

Docking at a flying saucer is a very strange feeling and I may say, very frightening. Even today when I think about it I shudder. Then all I could do was watch in awe as the wall shrank. As I waited I had time to look around. There was no one behind me supporting me, as I had expected. There were no harnesses, slings or other contraptions supporting me, I was just hanging there in space.

As the wall continued to shrink the saucer shape came into view and seemed an appropriate size; but it kept on shrinking and soon reached the size of a small refrigerator. I remember thinking; if they are taking me in there I will never fit.

But take me there they did. One moment I was on the outside of this tiny craft and the next I was inside. There was no door to let me in; it was as if I passed through the skin of the ship.

Once inside I was overwhelmed. Now I was in a very large room that gave the impression of being almost endless in size and even more sterile than the outside of the ship. I remember thinking the size of the room was an illusion because - based on the size of the craft before I was taken inside this could not be.

And then a thought came to me: it must be done with mirrors. On closer examination I saw that was not the case. The walls, ceiling, and floor were an antiseptic white and as I looked around I realized there was no reflection of me or anything else off any of the walls as there would have been had there been mirrors. The walls were so white they gleamed and I remember thinking I could have used my sunglasses. There was nothing on the walls - no paintings, calendar, clock, not even a light switch. I looked for a door through which I must have entered the room but did not see one and then I remember I just appeared in the room, I did not enter the room. It was more being outside one instant and inside the next. The only thing I saw in the room was a white table which looked to be in the center of the room.

Whatever was transporting me moved me towards the table and upon reaching it I was placed there, on my back. As I looked up I realized there were no light fixtures in the ceiling or on the walls, but the room was bright which seemed strange. I could not see anyone in the room and I got an uncomfortable feeling about the space. Then out of nowhere appeared a needle, attached to a syringe and it began to move towards my forehead. I followed the needle’s point with my eyes until I was cross-eyed trying to keep it in sight.

I was not restrained on the table, there were no straps holding me, but I could not move; I was completely paralyzed except for eye movement. I focused on the point of the needle, following it to the bridge of my nose and there it disappeared above my eyebrows.

It was then that it must have entered my skull, because the syringe, which was fastened behind the needle, continued to move towards my forehead. There was no pain when I thought the skin should have been penetrated. However, now I could feel a pressure on my forehead. A pressure, but no pain, and I knew it was the needle moving through the bone. Then the syringe stopped. For a moment it just hung there, a syringe full of a blue liquid suspended by a needle stuck in my forehead.

The plunger could be seen inside the barrel of the syringe, but there was no place to push the plunger and as I looked it began to move. There was no hand holding the syringe, there was no thumb pushing the plunger, it was just there and all I could think was how strange and bazaar it all was. I concentrated on the syringe and as I did the plunger moved slowly down the barrel towards the needle. This action pushed the blue liquid out of the syringe.

I realized at that moment that this blue liquid was being injected into my brain. As soon as the plunger reached the bottom of the syringe, the blue liquid gone and the syringe empty, the needle was extracted from my head. The syringe and needle all came into view and as soon as it appeared, it was gone. It did not move away from me it just vanished. One moment it was there in front of my eyes and the next, gone!

That was all I remembered of the dream - the needle being extracted from my head, then nothing. The dream seemed to end at that point. I do not remember being returned home. I have no recollection of leaving the flying saucer, the trip back to Earth, or being put back to bed.

I do not know what time the dream occurred, but when I woke up it was 5:25 and I was in my bed. I almost always awake before the alarm sounds. The alarm clock, which I set for 5:30 is only a backup, and I am usually awake five minutes before.

I usually need to pee when I awake and this is my internal alarm clock and what helps me come awake.

I lay in bed for a moment, not really wanting to get up. I did not remember the dream at that moment; it was not before I got to the bathroom that the dream came back to me.

I finished brushing my teeth and sat on the stool in front of the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was wet and still dripping water. A little foamy toothpaste dripped from my chin. I took a hand towel from the rack and dried my face, and again I thought about the dream and the needle in my forehead. I leaned in over the sink to get a better look at the area penetrated by the needle. I thought I saw a slight red spot between my eyes and midway between my eyebrows and hairline. I touched the spot but it did not hurt, and as I looked closer I could not be sure: was it or was it not a small puncture wound? Then I thought of the needle I had seen in my dream. It was large and if that size needle had really entered my forehead there would have been a mark and, I am sure, my forehead would be sore. I laughed and said to my reflection, Dan, you have had one hell of a dream. It was at that moment I decided to remember the date of the dream.

I combed my hair, got dressed and left for work. As I drove to work I was still chuckling at how weird the dream had been.

Over the years I completely forgot about the dream. However, on the odd occasions I remember doing things that made me feel strange and wondered at the time why I was doing them. At those times I also thought