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Stewie
I've met with these Aliens twice now. They are the sterotypical greys with the large black eyes.
The first time I saw them I was laying on a table, and they implanted me with something in my upper left cheeck. There was only one, and it would not respond to my questions. I asked it why it was doing this. I also mentioned that I didn't care, but was curious about their motive. They played a loud buzzing sound that melted all my pain and fears. I left with more questions than answers.
A week or two passed and I returned to the a second time. I was still on a table, but this time there were hundreds of them. It was like one of those rooms they use when people observe an operation. They didn't play any sounds to comfort me this time, they didn't even touch me.
They were all in heavy discussion. They said things like:
"Why is this one special to the human race?"
"Why is this one so important?"
"It looks the same as the others."
"How come this one stands out above the rest?"
They all seemed amazed by me for some reason. But even they didn't seem to know why. Do they know the future of Earth? And am I somehow vital to it's existance?
To all their questions I replied, "cause I'm the shit, motherfuckers" and flipped them off with both of my hands while I came back to Earth.
I always thought DMT was ego dissolveing, but now I see it can go either way. This just makes me feel like I am an underated (or undiscovered as yet) superhero.
Does anyone else have a similar experience? I would also like to hear your thoughts on my story as well.
The first time I saw them I was laying on a table, and they implanted me with something in my upper left cheeck. There was only one, and it would not respond to my questions. I asked it why it was doing this. I also mentioned that I didn't care, but was curious about their motive. They played a loud buzzing sound that melted all my pain and fears. I left with more questions than answers.
A week or two passed and I returned to the a second time. I was still on a table, but this time there were hundreds of them. It was like one of those rooms they use when people observe an operation. They didn't play any sounds to comfort me this time, they didn't even touch me.
They were all in heavy discussion. They said things like:
"Why is this one special to the human race?"
"Why is this one so important?"
"It looks the same as the others."
"How come this one stands out above the rest?"
They all seemed amazed by me for some reason. But even they didn't seem to know why. Do they know the future of Earth? And am I somehow vital to it's existance?
To all their questions I replied, "cause I'm the shit, motherfuckers" and flipped them off with both of my hands while I came back to Earth.
I always thought DMT was ego dissolveing, but now I see it can go either way. This just makes me feel like I am an underated (or undiscovered as yet) superhero.
Does anyone else have a similar experience? I would also like to hear your thoughts on my story as well.