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our chests (remember, I only had the height of a 7 year old) and I don’t remember feeling any wind pass us as we flew, assuming that’s what we did. The car travelled without sound and was so similar to the comic book flying vehicle known as the “Fantasi-car” from the superhero strip the “Fantastic Four.” As reluctant as I am to divulge it this way, it is how I clearly remembered it and conveying it any different would be fabrication. I think some things are so absurd in the abduction scenario that people often do modify their stories in order to sound sane! The absurdity was the main factor that made me doubt all of these events as dreams over the years. Why would these beings need a vehicle to fly anyway when they could fly themselves? I have often heard stories of how victims of alien abduction sometimes suspect that the beings themselves are using illusions or play scenes in order to mask the reality of the abduction. I couldn’t grasp what was so secretive about this flight scene that would make my visitors want to mask it as a scene from an American comic book! Despite the absurdity, I’m pretty sure I am remembering it the way it was. Perhaps the Fantasi-car is just another illusive vehicle alongside the flying saucer, I really couldn’t say. That would be the extent of my memory with the night people and their excursions. It didn’t necessarily bring me any closer to them or their world. Questions remained unanswered-- weren’t even asked. The programmers had kept me safe in a non-curious state of mind. By morning, the strange events with the night people were no more than patches of a shady but familiar dream. There were peculiar occasions however where I would awake with physical evidence of the dream. For instance, I would find blades of grass in my bed the morning after dreaming of being in a field with the night people. Although I could never understand this, it didn’t make me any more suspicious. I would go about my business in the normal way still believing that my life was as mundane as any schoolboy’s. Every day I would travel to school on that well-worn bus dreaming about the far reaches of space and time, thinking how insignificant my life was compared with this subject of interest. Connecting these interests with my own life and its strange moments had never really occurred. That did not mean that my mind would ever cease its strange fixations. In fact they cropped up fast and furious. My written stories at school would continue to have the most baffling themes and theories, which the teachers were now starting to expect. They had soon put it down to too much television and at the time I suspected they might have been right. But I 18