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112 her brain, installed by human elements that had been using her in mind control experimentation. The Gray. The Gray. Had a “dream” where I was in what appeared to be another one of those underground facilities, no windows. I’m walking along and up ahead, about twenty feet from me, is a Gray alien. Little thing, about four feet high, with the bulbous head and large black eyes. It’s stopped in place, glancing sideways (to the left) at me. As soon as I see it I frown inside, like grrrrrrrrrr...and just go limp - giving up. EXPECTING the mind control beams to come off it, controlling me, and knowing there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. Another instance of “knowing the drill.” Except for some reason...nothing happens. My limp body just stands there, then I perk up, with this “Huh??” confused feeling, looking around. Nothing had happened. I’m not under any mind control. And I look at this Gray being just standing there...and I charge after him, taking full advantage of this rare opportunity where I’m not under the control of these beings and free to do whatever I want. Free to defend myself. Rage surges free to do whatever I want. Free to defend myself. Rage surges through me as I rush up to him and just start beating the crap out of this thing, pummeling him, screaming, cussing, hitting, kicking, going off like a crazy person, getting out all the pent up hostility from my apparently quite negative previous Gray experiences. Except when my fists hit this thing, it’s REALLY hard. The skin is this sort of leathery stuff over what feels like a metal skeleton! And I hear this thing’s thoughts as it starts to hurry away from me. “It would not be safe for me to stand here much longer...it would not be safe for me to stand here much longer...” It’s completely emotionless. Its thoughts are just a sensory analysis of its environment. Its thin little arms move up and down as it takes off, getting away from me. My fists drop, I frown, realizing this thing is a COMPUTER. It’s a fricking ROBOT. My anger dissipates away in confusion. It’s not a real sentient Gray being at all, so there’s no point in beating it up. And that’s the end of this “dream.” My cat to the rescue. I had just moved to Fort Lauderdale, Florida, and woke up one morning in my motel room to the image in my mind of a very vivid, illuminated, glowing rainbow against a black background. Two UFOs descended from each side of the rainbow, Chasing Phantoms i