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54 abductee, and certainly had never heard of anything concerning “MILABs”, so I didn’t understand why my mind would generate an image like that out of nowhere. (Note: An excerpt that I later came across several years after this memory, taken from the book “MILABs: Military Mind Control & Alien Abduction” by Dr. Helmut Lammer and Marion Lammer has wee this to say: “Diane (pseudonym) has had ongoing alien abduction experiences since her childhood. As she grew older she got flashbacks of human kidnappings where she was taken to military underground research facilities. She reports elevators, halls and gangways, like many other MILAB abductees. She also reports that she was taken on a tour of part of such a facility by a man in a white lab coat...” Reading that was interesting in light of some of the memories or suspicious dreams I’ve had of people in white coats, elevators, 1 ted 1 1 \ windowless room. Everything seems to have a slight yellowish tint to it. I’m sitting across the table from a (white) woman wearing glasses, with dark brown hair, pulled back tightly. She seems to be wearing something white, possibly like a lab coat? And she’s writing something down, not looking at me. For that reason I don’t know exactly what her face looks like. I get the feeling that whatever she’s writing concerns me. I’m just sitting there passively, as if in a drugged state. My eyes slowly drift aimlessly around until falling on the coffee mug that sits next to her, to her right. It’s dark in color, like a navy blue, with a gold sun/rays on it. Suddenly I realize, “heeeeeeyy that’s an illuminati symbolism...” and this is what triggers me to start pulling out of my stupor, and where the memory ends. I remembered this flash while stopped at a red light on Broward Boulevard in early 2003. I glanced over and saw the sign for a “Sunoco” gas station. And it was the word sun in Sunoco that Boulevard in early 2003. I glanced over and saw the sign for a “Sunoco” gas station. And it was the word sun in Sunoco that triggered me to remember the sun image on the coffee mug, and that entire flash of memory just...came out, right there, as I sat in my car. This image was an actual memory, but the woman in the memory has also appeared in two of my dreams. I was able to see her face a little Chasing Phantoms i gangways, hospitals and such...) The sun mug. In another flash I’m sitting at a table in a small