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60 Skin scraping. Had a flashback at the age of four or so while eating vegetables at dinner one night, of a skin scraping on my left arm. There were these little red pepper pieces in the vegetables, and as I stared at them on my fork, I suddenly had this flash of a memory pop into my mind of seeing a bright red scrape thing on my upper left arm. And I think something about a stainless steel table, the same room from the previous entry with the people in the white coats. But when I looked at my arm, there was nothing there. It was confusing to me as a kid, to have a “memory” of something and not know where it came from. But as an adult, I of course now know about abductions and skin scrapings. I’m not sure how skin scrapings work, if they’re supposed to actually draw blood like that, or if they just lightly rub the skin to take dead surface cells or what. I have no scar on my arm for this. (although any scratch or scrape scar I’ve received in the last fifteen or so years is already gone, faded out to where I can’t find it anymore, so the fact that I don’t still have this particular one from age four doesn’t disprove anything.) So who knows. I'd be liable to dismiss it, except for the manner in which the memory appeared - it was triggered, and appeared in a flash, exactly as buried memories resurface. And also, where does a four year old even come up with ae wan this. The little “ghost” girl. And Burger King (!) Westfield, Massachusetts. This was probably about age four, since I was now sleeping in a bed. I was lying in bed in the middle of the night when an all white little ghost looking girl floated into my room. I wasn’t scared for some reason. But she looked about my age, and was dressed to match just how I looked at that time — T-shirt, little shorts, and pig tails on each side of her head with bangs. She carried a ball with her. She floated to a stop inside the doorway, looking at me, smiling. Then she tossed her white ghost ball at me through the air. I smiled and reached my arms up from where I lay in the bed and “caught” this ball as it floated towards me, in silent slo-mo. I could see that I caught it and was holding it...but I couldn’t feel it! What fun! © I smiled and tossed it back to her. It floated in silent slo mo through the air and she caught it, and tossed it back. We went back and forth like this three times.....but then I dropped the ball. It went over my head and “landed” silently behind the headboard between the bed and the wall. Chasing Phantoms i something like that? it, and tossed it back.