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beings. I'd thought before that they seemed happy. Perhaps whatever they were trying to do was going well. They had responded to my summons. What on earth should I say? I wanted them to know that I was still in possession of myself, that despite what I can only describe as a terrific assault against me, physically and mentally, I was. still functional and on some level indepen- dent. More than this, I wanted them to know how I felt about them, despite all the complex connotations of what they were now doing to me. There may very well be good reasons for their behavior. Have all of their contacts with human beings been peaceful? And how about me: Had I fought in the past? If they had a hive mind, it might be that the amount of volition I had left was all they could allow me without risking loss of control of the situation. What if I'd been able to do something unexpected very quickly, like reach out and take one of them by the shoulders? Would the hive then have become confused about where this being was? Would it have been that simple to take a captive? There was and is no way that I would ever make a provocative gesture in their presence. In fact, I wouldn’t move at all unless bidden, not until I understand more. If one could escape into their world, one could also get lost in it. Lying in that bed, I felt a very strong sense of responsibility. I had to c- ommunicate in some _ nonthreatening manner. I was an emissary of sorts—al- though perhaps only to the court of nightmare. If so it was a strange sort of bad dream, in that the terror began to pass even though the dream hadn’t aewana pass even ended. Again it took an absolute concentra- tion of will, a centering of my attention and the application of the most careful effort to the muscles of my face, but I did manage to smile. Instantly everything changed. They dashed away with a whoosh and I was 11 plunged almost at once back into sleep. Now I did dream—dqualitatively a very different experience from what had just transpired. Frankly, I’m quite certain that the beings I saw were not a dream, and probably not a hallucination. What they were was an enigma. Whitley Strieber is the author of several horror novels, including The Hunger and Wolfen. Since writing Communion, he has written several other books about extraterrestrials, and has been very involved in the investigation of UFOs and related phenomena.