�� If I had not been running from the aliens I would not have blundered into the future.

��� I know what that sounds like, but nevertheless it is true.� Again, bear with me; at least go along for the mental rollercoaster ride.� If this Journal doesn't expand your mental horizons, at least you'll have fun along the way!

�� The night it all started I had an X-files sort of experience.��For a moment, right after I woke up in the middle of a groggy sleep, I was sure that someone had scheduled a shooting session of that pop icon show and had neglected to inform me or even to ask my permission.� However, I did have to admit, in all fairness, that they WERE doing their usual impressive job!� I mean, the pyrotechnics alone were enough to make me a believer!� But then as I became more aware and less in the thrall of Morpheus, it began to dawn on me that this could very well NOT be a "shooting" session after all!�

�� Where was the creepy music?� Where was the "tech" crew?� And most importantly, where were Mulder and Scully?�

�� I got out of bed, padded barefoot on the cool bedroom floor and opened the venetian blinds to see where the dazzling golden white light was coming from.� Who or what was causing it?� I immediately wished I had not opened the blinds.�

�� It was not an issue I was prepared to deal with; not in the middle of the night and especially NOT since I was starting to develop a monstrous headache which was the precursor to what I knew was going to be a terrible hangover.� But " IT " was there and it did look like " IT " had any plans to disappear any time soon.� One part of my mind, the rational part, was telling me it COULD not be a UFO!� After all, UFOs are just the stuff of popular TV shows -- like the X-files -- and anyway, everybody knows that the speed of light is inviolate. � That of course means "THEY" couldn't be coming here: It's too far in space AND ESPECIALLY time to go!� But another part of my mind, the less rational, more emotional, more easily impressed part, was telling me that it SURE looked like a UFO.� I was hoping that the more rational part of my mind was right; that the object outside was just some secret government vehicle and that the Air Force pilot who was surely in control was just having his jollies when that theory was shattered.�

� ��The craft was probably only a few feet off the ground, hanging over the backyard.� Nevertheless, the occupants (or at least the two emerging) descended from the craft in a shaft of icy blue white light.� Because they were suspended in that light I could see them better than I wanted to.� Obviously they were not human!� How do I describe them so that you will know what I knew then?��That's easy! � There was a prismatic, geometric quality to them: quite clearly I could see that they had what looked like rainbows rippling inside their bodies; rainbows that were coruscating in ever changing patterns.� "How is that interior light show possible?" I asked myself in a kind of manic fascination.�By this point my attention was so riveted on them that I forgot completely my emergent hangover.� What were they going to do next?��I could have waited all night for what I suspected was the answer to that question: They were here to see me, or more correctly, to inspect me.�They had hardly gone to all the trouble to come here to my house in the dead (unfortunate comparison, that!) of night from where ever they had come from, just to go away.� They didn't disappoint (well actually they did, if you think about it!) me: they began moving towards my house as soon as their feet touched the grass.

�� I was in a huge quandry.� I wanted to stay and get a closer look at them: After all, as far as I knew I might be the only human who was at this moment or had ever been in the presence of ACTUAL aliens; this might be the real thing for the first time in Human History!� But by the same token I didn't want to take a chance on what they might do to me if they got their hands on me!� There was something about these aliens that was both creepier and more real than those seen in the movies or in artist's renditions: Besides the rainbows coruscating inside their bodies I have to this point neglected to describe one other salient feature about them; their bodies did not maintain a three dimensional humanoid shape at all times.� These creatures some times seemed two dimensional, as if they were card board figures.� At other times they appeared to be be twisted at odd angles, as if parts of them were some where else.� (I know that is a kind of poor description of what I mean, but it is the best I can do -- just try to think of an object painted in a perspective that makes it disappear into some unfathomable distance and that might help your mental picture of what I have described.)� Prudence won out over scientific curiosity, I went out the front door as I heard them come in the back entrance.� And then I ran like hell off into the darkness between the sparse streetlights.

�� The image of what I'd seen seared into my memory goaded me on until I'd ran a couple of blocks away.� Then, winded from too many cigarettes, I stopped to reconsider.� Should I go back?� But what could I do against them to stop them if they were intent (as the popular creed insisted) on abducting me -- or worse?� Who could I call to help me that would believe me?� The government had sure shown no sign that they were interested in helping anyone who claimed to have been molested by aliens.� The neighbors? � I hardly knew my neighbors since I worked evenings and they all worked days.� And anyway what could any of them do?� For a moment I tried believing that it had all been a nightmare.� NO!� I had been far too awake and THEY had been all too real looking -- despite the fact of how weird they'd been -- or maybe because of it!� It was ESPECIALLY weird how they'd looked human in their GENERAL composition -- and yet they hadn't! �My best bet, I saw again, was to get as far away as possible in case they had some kind of tracking sensors and to stay away until they gave up and went after some one else or went where ever else! I ran on, headed for the woods at the end of the street, sure that I was doing the right thing; the purposeful gleam in their bright green eyes had been creepy! And it had been even more creepy how they had seemed to see me despite the fact that I had been hidden in the darkness of my bedroom.

�� When I reached the "relative" safety of the woods I stopped to catch my breath and looked back towards my house.� Yes, the dazzling light was still coming from that direction.� "It was too good to be true that they would leave that soon, wasn't it?" I asked myself rhetorically.� Well, I would just have to wait a little while more.� Thinking of that, I pushed the little button on the side of my watch.� By the blue light illuminating the little screen, I saw that it was 2 o'clock.� That probably explained why the neighbors hadn't seen the unusual light by my house. Working days as they did, 2 A.M. was the middle of the night for them.� The only reason why I had been in bed at a very early hour of the night for me was the fact that I'd had an unusally tough night at the Casino where I work and I had come home, quaffed several brews and crashed, telling myself that it was my day off tomorrow and that I didn't want to be overly tired on my day off. Thinking about being in bed I suddenly realized that I was not adequately covered.� I sleep in the nude.� When the dazzling light coming through the slats of the venetian blinds had brought me awake I had fumbled into a T shirt thinking that it would be enough.� Then when I had thought it prudent to flee from the house I had not given any more thought to the state of my clothing.� The T shirt would have been enough had I stayed in the house, but out here it didn't completely cover my "nether" regions. Fortunately the neighbors HAD not come out of their houses to investigate. Unfortunately, my state of undress meant that if the aliens didn't leave before it got light outside I would be trapped out here and the neighbors would be calling the cops to come and take away the "crazy" guy.� I looked towards my house again.�Yes, the light was STILL coming from the direction of my house.� Operating on the theory that the more cover the better and not wanting to take the chance of the occupants of a late, stray vehicle seeing me in my current state of near nudity, I started making my way further into the woods where the trees and underbrush were even more thicker.

�� Once I had been in the woods for a few moments and it looked like there were going to be no further immediate developments, I found myself being inundated by a cascade of feelings and thoughts.� I was not really physically uncomfortable because the night was still a bit warm, but I knew that I would become so if this dragged on too long; even in Texas it gets a little cool towards morning in April.� But I WAS being pestered by several species of night flying insects; noticeably absent were mosquitoes, but I wondered how long that would last.� Also, I wanted to get back home.� The initial adrenaline rush had faded away and I wanted to be back in my bed.� But chief of all was the thought, "Why Me?"� What had brought, or induced, the aliens to come to my house?� I was nobody -- just a pit boss in a Casino.� I was certainly not a remarkable physical or mental specimen and had no special knowledge -- as far as I knew -- of anything.� Was it possible that it was pure blind chance?� Had they just picked me at random?� If so, that somehow made it worse.� I could just as easily have slept on and never knew about this at all.� But to be picked by them at random really meant that I was nobody, just a potential -- or so it seemed safe to assume -- lab animal. That still kept my fear alive a bit, but mostly it rankled!

�� I looked at my watch again.� Somehow nearly a half hour had passed. � "Surely that's long enough for them to see that no one is home and decide to pick out another random subject," I told myself, fully intending to go back and check it out.� I was just mad enough to decide that I'd had enough of this and that gave me something close to courage.�� I was going back, BUT I was going to be cautious. � I had even taken a step or two towards the edge of the woods, but then I froze.� Someone or something was approaching my position! � I could quite clearly hear their footsteps coming towards me!� I quickly located -- the light from the distant street lights and the starshine was bright enough to see by and, incidentally to be seen by! -- a thick clump of bushes that were blessed by the possession of some rather dark shadows and squatted down out of sight. � I hoped!� If it was a person -- and it sure sounded by the sound of the footsteps to be one -- then I didn't want to be seen.� Not in the current state of near undress I was in!

�� Crouching down in the bushes, totally fixed on the sound of the appoaching footsteps so that I completely forget all about the insects and the encroaching coolness of the air, I waited.� The wait wasn't long.� Suddenly stepping from between two trees was a woman!� I could see her quite clearly.� She was carrying a lantern or some kind of light at shoulder height and that light was sufficient illumination to see her by.� I was electrified! � Not by the possibility that she could fairly easily locate me by the light she was carrying.� NO!� What had electrified me was three facts: She had the most beautiful face I had ever seen, she had the most beautiful red hair I had ever seen and she was naked!� She only paused there a moment before going on.� Acting almost on instinct, fogetting all about the aliens, I let her get a few feet ahead of me and then I followed her like a wraith.� I was following her for two reasons.� I wanted to see why a woman would be walking naked in the forest at night carrying a lantern.� But the second reason why I was following her was much more important.� She was the girl of my dreams!� All my life I had fantasized about meeting a girl who looked exactly like this (well to be fair I had not envisioned meeting her as she was naked) and I never had!� I had settled for second best in a couple of (now) failed marriages.� Whoever she was and whatever she was doing, now that I had seen her I was not going to let this entrancing creature out of my sight!� If there was the slightest chance that I could get to know her better, I was going to try for it.� Feeling like I had been transported into some magical universe where it WAS possible to live your dreams AFTER ALL, I kept her firmly in my sight.

�� I had followed her for many minutes before it dawned on me that it seemed like we had gone further than the woods extended.� Was I that distracted or had we really entered some kind of Twilight Zone Forest? That question was answered -- though I didn't realize it at the time -- by what I saw next.

�� It was an elevator!� An honest to God elevator, right out in the middle of nowhere, with no building around it to support it or give it power and yet an elevator who's doors were opening and closing -- this I could see quite clearly by the bright yellow light coming from inside it's cage.� And the red haired girl was heading right for it as if that had been her destination all along.� Maybe it had?

�� What I am about to say will more than likely resound down through the corridors of all the millennia as THE PRIMARY understatement.� Nevertheless I MUST say it! � Seeing that elevator there in a portion of the woods that I did not know existed -- A WORKING, AUTONOMOUS ELEVATOR! -- gave me pause!� This was even weirder than the aliens coming to my house -- at least that was something that I'd had some, shall we say, cultural knowledge of, not counting the now personal knowledge of.� This was downright unprecedented! Had I fallen into some modern, twisted version of Alice In Wonderland?� Or, perhaps more likely, had I been abducted after all and was now in the throes of some hallucination induced by whatever they were doing to me?� Or had my mind snapped under the "simple" terror of the reality of the alien's existence causing to me to dream this as a kind of major denial?� Somehow none of that felt right.� Something ELSE was going on here.� And if it meant that I had to check it out, whatever the perils might be, in order to maintain my c hance to get to meet my Mystery lady, then so be it!� Besides, what did I have to go back to?� A job that I was not real fond of, however well it did pay the bills?� The possibility that the aliens were still at my house?� No! � I had no no reason to go anywhere else right at this moment. � Still. � Did I really want to stick with this situation?� Realistically, what dangers MIGHT I be facing?

�� The issue was resolved irrevocably by the two things that happened next.

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