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78 “Smash and Grab.” In April or May of 1995, age 20, I was at that point living in one of the rooms at the hotel I was working at. It was a temporary situation, being that I was planning to leave on a cross country road trip with my then-boyfriend Gary in June. I was renting one of two full size, regular nice hotel rooms that happened to be located in the basement level, down the hall from Housekeeping. They were there for employees to use, basically. The hallway led to the parking garage, giving it outside street access. It was a bizarre time period for me, full of emotional highs and lows, periods of exhilaration and depression/despondency. So one night I’m lying on my bed, in the dark, going through another one of my extreme emotional lows, feeling suicidal and despondent. The only light in the room came from the parking lot lights that shone through the small window up by the ceiling, which was on the level of the parking lot. But it was enough to see around the room. And as I was lying there, wishing to die and feeling very despondent, I had this sudden “hallucination” of what appeared to be a military looking guy silently bursting into my room, automatic rifle drawn and pointed at me, rushing silently right up on me...and that’s where I pulled out of the “hallucination,” gasping and sitting up in bed, like AHHH! WHAT WAS THAT!!! I had NO explanation for this, as 1 was NOT somebody prone to hallucinations. It made no sense. But I soon put it out of my mind, then forgot about it altogether. Years later while reading up on MILABs research, I continually came across references to what I term the “smash and grab” method of taking an abductee, discussed in Part I of this write up. And as mentioned, I always thought this method of operation seemed a bit ridiculous. My hotel memory was still obviously buried, forgotten. Until one morning in 2004 when, while questioning my Flagstaff Arizona incident (following this incident) I wondered whether I had ever had any tell-tale funny happenings in any of the hotels I’d ever stayed at during my travels. Then this memory resurfaced. A full ten years later. And | literally pulled a “Home Alone” in the mirror. My eyes got HUGE, my mouth dropped open, my hands involuntarily went up to my face, clutching it, adrenaline surging. It was a look of horror that I can’t duplicate now, funny enough. It was like the floor dropped out from under me. Ijust could not BELIEVE that I could have forgotten this incident!!! I’d And as Chasing Phantoms i