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comrades, the magic monks who visited me at school using a crystal ball. I normally wouldn’t have said these things as it would have guaranteed ridicule or just be seen as flippancy. Although I do remember having some intrigue about that medical room afterwards and regularly sneaking in there during break time to investigate. I must have been desperately searching for that secret cave or whatever it was, the place with the soft and source-less light. Nothing at all, just the usual bland interior of the school medical room with its rubbery bed and light green curtains. It wasn’t the first time I had been disappointed by secret locations that proved not to hold any clues. It was similar to my belief about the magic hole in my bedroom ceiling that I regularly passed through with the night people. Nothing was ever there by morning. The strange hangar that housed the uncanny space vehicle of the night was never on the other side of the ceiling either, just the same old slate tiling of my rooftop. The magical cave of the school medical room was just another example. There seemed to be a consistent theme here about the subject of disassociation cropping up regularly in my incidents and a few other cases I’ve read about. Why is it that things are sometimes noticeably out of place, almost like there is another version of them similar to the physical but not exactly? I realise how this smacks of the dream scenario and reinforces the notion that perhaps they were all simply dreams but that’s exactly the point of my suspicion - the “dream software” seems to be used for accessing this strange territory. These experiences are far too real to be dreams yet they aren’t exactly like the physical either. Getting back to sleep was going to be impossible that night. Too much had come flooding back and even then as I paced the room, I could feel something frantically trying to withdraw the memory. I struggled not to let it go, it was just like trying to recollect the familiar glimpses of fading déja vu. Something somewhere was trying to restrain my emotions by pumping in denial before I had a chance to process the notion of a UFO type abduction. Yet that is what it seemed like, a medical examination at a young age by non-classified beings, the phenomena that I was convinced I had no part of. Whenever I tried to think of the incident this way, my head would start to burn, telling me I had crossed the forbidden boundary. I wasn’t going to retreat this time because I was sure I had something. Somewhere in the past I had been subject to a paranormal presence and this taboo boundary had to be explored. The sudden illness of that particular day and the presence of the brown robed beings were key features of something in my life that never added up. It 29