The Gray Matter [part 2]

 The Gray Matter

The moment I indicated that I didn't know these people in the pictures my tour guide shut off all connection with me. I can't tell you how that terrified me. Perhaps it was because she pulled back, not only her communication, but also her suppression of my fear that I was overwhelmed with panic. I kept wondering what I did wrong. I think I offered to try again, I'd do better. 

    But nothing dissuaded her. The wall she put up to block my ability to feel anything coming from her was impenetrable. Nothing I did or said affected her. I stood among those chairs with human images on every photo that I saw and shook with terror. 

    From the back of the room, where I originally thought my grandparent(s) would emerge, came a group of much smaller "Grays". Oh! they were so damn creepy! They surrounded me and pulled me away from the chairs to a more open area beyond the seats. 

    I kept thinking, I can do better. Let me try to do better. 

    Their hands touched me. All of them surrounding me and pushing me to the floor. I collapsed in the fetal position with my right side to the ground and my left side facing them. 

    From my peripheral vision, I saw one of them hold a syringe in the air and inside the clear tube

was an orange, thick looking liquid. No, I kept thinking, no, I'll do better. Please, don't. But they kept holding me down and the needle was pushed into my skin. I felt the prick and jolted awake in my bed.

    I sat up, confused as to where I was only for a second. Then, I noted my left upper arm was sore. Recalling the dream that I just had, I went to the bathroom, turned on the light, and checked my arm. There was a small pinprick of a scab in the upper portion of my shoulder. I went back to bed, not sure what to think or do.

    In the morning, my shoulder was even sorer and I checked it. Surrounding the teeny scab was a light green colored bruise. That couldn't be. I said nothing to my husband. Nothing to my friends. Nothing to my kids. Nothing to my parents. I was in shock and in disbelief. No more dreams like that since the first experience of being Golden and then this ludicrous one.

    The female, after reflection, was in charge or a superior to the smaller ones. The smaller ones were much shorter than I was. They weren't as skinny as the female, either, but they were even more unnatural. The way they moved. The way they moved together. 

    Perhaps this was some freaky dream that I was fortunate enough to remember. I don't know. It's hard to believe or accept that this was anything else but for the bruise and injection site.