Through the Wormhole
MILESTONE⌗
This date marked my 32nd birthday, and The Fodder’s predicted maturation date.
Incoming communication⌗
SIGNAL⌗
Several days prior to this event, I received a coded message:
ANALYSIS⌗
This was interesting for several reasons. One, the capitalized letters spell “birthday” - and mine was just a couple of days away. Two, The Ghost originally brought the project name “Reaper” to me. Third, “RVE” stands for Representative Volume Element. Within the context of this program, perhaps the people running project Reaper are attempting to measure the rarity of a person like me.
Finally, “Grimm” may refer to the fact that we’re telling a fairy tale.
I never figured out what the black boxes mean.
Meeting Greys⌗
ACTION⌗
I awoke around 12:00pm on 11/1/2020.
SIGNAL⌗
Like has happened many times since childhood, I was experiencing sleep paralysis. Unlike any other SP experience, I was hallucinating.
First, I heard a woman’s voice inside of my head. I don’t recall what she was saying, but I do remember her tone: she was speaking in a manner-of-fact way, almost like a doctor speaking to her staff. She was talking about me, but not at me.
I felt my body begin to slide. Slowly, I drifted off the foot of my bed, remaining parallel to the ground, and began to fly through time and space, feet-first. Faster and faster I flew. The rush of such speed was terrifying and exhilarating; I had never moved so fast in my life! The cosmos were flying past me so quickly that it appeared as if I were watching static on an old CRT television; it was all a blur, whirring past me.
As I flew through this wormhole, the woman’s voice disappeared. In its place came the voice of my mother, The Queen. She was reprimanding me. She was disgusted with me. She was telling me terrible things. She said that I was a disappointment to her.
This flight only lasted 20 seconds or so. At the end of it, I found my eyes were again closed. So, I opened them.
I was inside of a circular room, perhaps 30 ft in diameter, with gadgets and screens across every wall. I was laying upon a table in the middle.
The room erupted into cheering. Surrounding the table were 20 or more Grey aliens, approximately 3 ft tall, exactly like the ones you’ve seen in media.
They were clapping and laughing in high-pitched voices, exclaiming, “It’s Ryan! Yay, it’s Ryan! Good job, Ryan! Ryan’s here!”
This only lasted for ~10 seconds. Before long, I was opening my eyes again, this time in my own bed. Beside me sat a large Hawaiian man, wearing a man-bun and a maroon shirt, gently speaking to me. He was simply offering affirmations. Things like, “You’re alright, man. Everything’s fine. You’re going to be okay.”
I realized that I was overheating. I struggled to release myself from the bed covers, though I was still paralyzed, and could not move.
Finally, I woke up. I was in my own bed, and everything was as I had remembered it.
ANALYSIS⌗
I don’t know what the hell this was. I’ve never hallucinated while experiencing sleep paralysis. This series of events was so vivid: far more vivid than any dream I’ve ever had. I felt like I was awake.
I stop short of saying that I was actually abducted by aliens. But I am absolutely not going to rule it out.
Not even surprised⌗
ANALYSIS⌗
This wasn’t the first time a unexplainable supernatural-esque event has happened to me. In two instances, I thought I saw a spacecraft. In another, I felt as if my mind were connected to some sort of cosmic machine. In another, an extremely loud, extremely fast aircraft flew directly over my house. In another, a spotlight was blasted through my window from an aircraft in the early morning hours.