Article: 261426 of talk.bizarre
From: (Johnathan Vail)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: I Often Dream of Aliens
Date: 1 Dec 1995 11:54:23 -0500
Organization: Tapaboy Newt Institute
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Message-ID: <49nbvv$>
Summary: Vail to Suck
Status: O

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.