Article: 261426 of talk.bizarre From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Johnathan Vail) Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: I Often Dream of Aliens Date: 1 Dec 1995 11:54:23 -0500 Organization: Tapaboy Newt Institute Lines: 35 Message-ID: <email@example.com> Summary: Vail to Suck Status: O X-Status: Now that the aliens have actually landed all those dreams I used to have when I was a teenager suddenly make sense. I used to have these strange perverted dreams where I was tied down in some alien space craft and Martian women would perform unspeakable acts on me. They would always be tall and kind of greenish blue in color and be wearing only a silver bikini bottom and long black boots that went up to their knees. They were always topless too! I could clearly see their medium sized conical breasts that had the longest aquamarine nipples. And there I was, all tied down on this kind of table when they worked on me. They would talk to each other about how they needed to get a ``sample'' out of the human creature. Even though I didn't speak their language I knew they meant me and I would writhe and squirm in my bonds. I could never get away. They would take turns trying to get their sample by well, you know, *doing*things* to me. I woke up in damp sheets. I always suspected I knew what these dreams meant but I didn't want to face up to the truth about myself. But the truth hit hard when I saw them on TV being greeted by the president. Instead of tall green sex ghoddesses they were short pinkish creatures with four arms and four legs. My dreams of abductions were just that: dreams. Perverted horny dreams. The shame of it all.