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81 his bed to my left, flipping through something that he was reading, while I lay in my own bed, under the covers, staring at the ceiling. And that’s when I suddenly felt like I was slipping under water. It felt like I was sinking down, slipping away, and through my eyes things looked as if they were moving away from me. It became hazy and heavy and dream like. As I slipped down, I saw my brother glance up at me as he read...then do a “Holy shit!!” double take, eyes bugging out. He had genuine shock and actual fear on his face as he looked at me, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. And this was a kid who was absolutely fearless by that point in life. Finally he managed to sputter out something about how he’d seen me “turning into a Gray!” His voice yanked me out of this dreamy, slipping-under-the-waves trance state...and for a split second “I” felt slight annoyance, for some odd and interesting reason. I turned to look at him, coming back into myself, and he excitedly explained what it looked like to him. I was lying there, and then....my face morphed into a Gray face. I knew my brother long enough to know when he was being sincere and when he was bullshitting, and right now, he was being sincere. Whether I really had actually started to turn into a Gray, I don’t know, but I knew that he truly believed that he’d seen that. And I definitely felt something really strange going on at the exact same time that he did that “Holy shit!!” double take, so, I don’t doubt that this happened. Shortly after that incident I was handing something to my brother, and for the first time I consciously noticed my fingers as I reached toward him. I was gripping the object with only three fingers, my pinky and ring fingers bent down, as if they were superfluous. I stopped in mid-air, frowning at my hand. Then I resumed giving it to him and mentioned it to him. I realized that I’d been doing this with everything in fact for a little bit of time now...since my October abduction two months before, actually. I didn’t like it, because what was THAT supposed to mean?? Gray attachment? Also I only recently remembered that during this particular time period of living in Portland I was experiencing constant facial muscle discomfort. I was always rubbing and massaging at my face, particularly my cheeks and the sides of my face. Something felt off with my face. Whatever it was, it’s gone now though. No more three fingers or Gray overlays. Part II - My Own Experiences —_—_—_—_—— ee *e