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squint with discomfort was in a very abstract way, one of a pulsating and colourful craft. I dreamt that the early evening sky had come alive and was watching me from above. A particular section of the sky seemed nearer and became fluid in appearance. When I looked at it closely I realised this patch was a different colour from the rest and its fluidness allowed it to change colour. I began to realise that what I was looking at was a bubble shape with a faint luminance that shouldn’t have hurt my eyes to look at yet it did. There were a few colours being displayed up there but whenever red came into focus it hurt and even thinking about it seems to strike my retina. I don’t remember a real sequence to the dream, but the UFO part was what my eyes fiercely responded to. Looking back, I wouldn’t have glared at a sunset for long periods, as I am only too aware of the dangers. But it would amaze me how a dream, even for a psychosomatic person (which I’m not) can cause physical damage. No dream can conjure up UV light, for instance yet the doctor who inspected both my retinas insisted it was just that. Whatever suspicion it had left me with, I couldn’t account for it, so I settled for the easier option of the cynic. I felt foolish and disappointed and just wanted to get on with my life. My intrigue with UFOs and the paranormal wasn’t as easy to extinguish. I still wanted to read up on these subjects but found it so much easier to treat as something that happens to others. On a personal level, I remained indifferent. The case was closed. These Programmer beings had successfully managed to install a mechanism that would first lead me to disappointment and then cynicism. The programme appeared to do exactly as it was intended. Whenever my mind approached that boundary of suspicion, I would first feel this self-deceit followed by an overwhelming doubt as to why anyone would believe these things happened to them. This was a radical change from the person I was before the nightly excursions to the park. Even today I feel perturbed by their capabilities of mind control. It makes human attempts at this seem rather crude by comparison. I refer to our stage hypnotists who can make subjects act out any part they wish just by the power of suggestion yet they insist that the subject’s “core self” cannot be altered. They cannot make the person go out and murder if it isn’t within their fundamental persona. I honestly feel that alien beings can go steps ahead of this and re-write someone’s core self if they wished. Judging by my own shift in beliefs since that night in the park, I suspect I was going 50