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bed, where I’d wake up really suddenly and grab the bedposts to keep myself from falling any farther. I felt as if I'd been dropped or had fallen from somethng very high back into the bed. I had quite a few of those, and I used to wake up feeling as if I might be close to having died.” I asked her to describe the sensation further, and she got “a real sensation of silver and like some sort of shaft, like an elevator shaft that I’d fallen through.” There were further images of “white, shiny material” and a “place I’ve just fallen from.” Then she shifted “to being in a field” and was “looking at what looks like a spaceship from a distance of maybe a hundred feet and I’m outside and alone in the field.” The ship was a “white-domed thing” and had ‘“‘a thing on the bottom and an entry that’s vertical” and “there’s light emanating from it... I see a lot of things that look a little bit like skeletons, but a cross between a skeleton and a walking insect. That is, they’re walking up and down these inclined planes . . . There’s light coming from—see one of the doors is folded down, and there’s light coming out of it, illuminating the little creature that’s walking up and down the inclined plane, looking a little bit like a thick skeleton. He has some sort of a bubble thing on his head, but I get a sense of filaments—then I just go right back to sliding down something into bed .. . Vertical. The descents were always vertical. So fast! So fast! Like almost rudely fast.” Sara recalls that she used to wake up terrified from these abrupt descents from the ship, “terrified that I could have died . .. That was not very careful .. . It’s a good thing I caught the bed or I would have missed it,”’ she said. Her next associations were to a long, shiny, white cylinder and the sense of her head hitting a “trap door.” She felt as if she were going back in time to “a place where I was dead.” Then she saw a being in what looked like a big, silver chair or throne made of metal. Although his head was “the most bizarre thing I’ve ever seen,” neverthe- less, she recognized him. There was an “outer orb around the head. It’s translu- cent, and I’m seeing inside to a skeleton face. Inside the skeleton is not exactly like a human skeleton . . . There’s this outer filamenty kind of orb around him, and the smile is kind of sickly, like a skeleton smile. But I don’t feel, you know, scared. They’re not mean at all, and they’re nice. They’re nice . . . No one’s trying to scare me. It’s not their fault they look like that.” Like many abductees Sara has had a name for this familiar entity. She calls him Mengus.”’He’s family, really, kind of benevolent,” she said. Next she recalled herself first at age ten and then five, inside the ship (“I’m littler than he is”’), “right up in front of’ Mengus, “standing right next to him.” She communicated with him “dreamy, like in my head . . . half telepathically” and “half verbally” in English. “He just kind of nods his head.” She asked Mengus “what are you guys doing here on Earth?” and he replied, “Oh, we're just looking around.” Sara then reported seeing what looked like a control panel on the ship, like a cockpit on an airplane but even more metallic. “I kind of float over to this stuff’ and she asked Mengus what every thing was. He told her “this is our transportation system.” She pulled at various things, “but like nothing’s on so I don’t do any damage . . . He kind of lets me, you know. He’s really benevolent. . . like here’s this little girl, and she’s just looking around, and isn’t that fine.” Although she sensed “a real warmth and benevolence . . . it is mixed with a very steely emotion. Serious. This guy is dead serious.” Mengus_ said something like,’You’re young now, but this is like preparation, and this is really important . . . We’re leading you into this pretty easily, but this is not a joke, and this is not just to fly around, and this is serious business, so pay attention.” It was “just like, ‘Don’t 29 screw up.’” The great amount of love she of 33