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58 two or three years old? I’m nervous, but alert and awake. Now, I had meningitis when I was one and a half years old, this could be the memory of me just prior to getting my spinal tap, where I would have been lying on my stomach. But the fact is, I don’t remember ANYTHING about when I was first sick with meningitis and admitted to the hospital. From what I was told, I had a fever of 104, I was vomiting, lethargic, in and out of consciousness, and couldn’t turn my head...but I don’t remember any of it. My memories of my bout with meningitis don’t start until I was recovering in my hospital room. At the point where I would have had my spinal tap, I was literally, near death. And in this memory, I don’t seem to be sick like that, at all. So, is this a memory of when I was going to get my spinal tap? Or something else? I have come across one lone reference to MILAB abduction programming that describes something like this, where programming is done to abductee children. Or “The room inside the warehouse-like building is set up to work on the subjects. It has a table, a light, and equipment. The room is apart from the activities going on outside, so that others will not be distracted by what we do here.” teow «a bates oa woanie 4 Interesting. Especially in light of my “warehouse ” dream, relayed below...which had somebody in a white coat. There were several ted aoe ea woe surprisingly. But the fact is I was on my stomach, just like I would have been for my spinal tap. So who knows, maybe that's all it is. Abduction programming facility? This was a “dream”, but I’m going to put it in this section, to keep all these incidents from this age together. But [had a “dream” about the age of five, where I’m in some large (warehouse type, in retrospect) facility, standing around, waiting for some adults nearby in white (coats?) to lead me where to go next. And my Mom is there, (!!) She’s talking to one of the people in white. To me it sort of seems like a supermarket, because it’s so big with the tall ceilings, but I guess it’s not. I’m just standing there, calm, looking up and around at everything. Up where the wall meets the ceiling there is a row of squares that are shiny solid black, each square framed in shiny silver/chrome. It gets my attention because of the geometric Chasing Phantoms i http://www.greatdreams.com/political/media03.html There were several details mentioned in this woman’s write up that stood out for me,