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114 in everywhere, landing all over the carpet, and now the noise level was doubled, and there was all this wind and ruckus mayhem, and bright blue white light pouring in, and more wind blowing around. All I could do was just stand there, clutching my cat, facing the window (about eight feet from it) frozen in place, too shocked to do anything. I didn’t make a run for the back door either. I was fortunate enough to have both a front and rear entrance to my apartment, but it was like I tak mo ou I woke up the next morning, more than ten hours later - very suddenly - pushing myself up in bed with a HUGE gasp, eyes bugged out, whipping my head around to look over my shoulder, FULLY expecting to see my apartment completely trashed. It felt like it had only JUST happened, seconds before...when in reality more than ten hours had passed. The apartment was perfect. The window was in place, the blinds were there, and sunlight lit the apartment. Outside life was as calm and still and pleasant as could be. My cat was there, and she was fine. The feeling of confusion and disbelief I felt is hard to convey. I KNEW the apartment should be trashed. To the core of my being I knew it had happened. Yet, the apartment was fine. Suspicious indicators: 1) it was like I was blacked out all night, I had no dreams, no memories of waking up even once in the night, and that’s not normal for me; 2) waking as suddenly as I did, gasping; and 3) the feeling that no time had gone by at all, even though it had been ten hours - it’s all indicative of being plunked back from an abduction. Guess things were rearranged too when I was plunked back. Like it never happened. Or, it’s actually a very vivid and intense screen memory of sorts. Fading abduction memory. Woke up in Florida one morning with an image in my mind of a short, pudgy, wrinkly old man with huge black eyes. Like a cross between a wrinkly pudgy old man midget and a Gray. It was in my mind, then faded out the more I awoke. Killing Alison/Alice-in Wonderland. At the start of the dream I was walking down the semi-dark hallway of my old high school in Connecticut lined with the blue lockers we had when I went there. Chasing Phantoms i couldn’t move. That’s all I remember. The light source was natural light coming in through the windows