Charlie had the horrifying dreams for years, starting when he hit puberty. He told his parents about them, along with the school counselors, but they always told him that they were just dreams and nothing was wrong with a young man having what they called āwet dreams.ā
Well, five years after graduating high school, two different psychologists, and loss of several friends and girlfriends over the dreams had brought him nearly to the brink of sanity. He had decided that he would have to write down his dreams and see if anyone could recognize what was happening to him.
After trying to write everything down for a couple of nights, he discovered that his memory was fading faster than his fingers could write. That was when he recorded his dreams on a tape recorder. We (the police) found the tape recorder next to his bed. The covers were still messed up, as if someone had never made the bed when they rose the next morning.
The following is a transcript from the few-recorded dreams Charlie put on that tapeā¦
āGod, that was vivid. Iāve really got to get this down.
Um, This is Charlie Gooding. Today is July seventeenthā¦make that July eighteenth. I canāt believe Iāve been asleep an entire day. There is no way that these are dreams.
Okay, here it goes. I remember going to bed lastā¦I mean two nights ago. I had turned out the lights with every intention of waking up yesterday morning. Iām just glad that itās a weekend.
Back to the dream, Charlie. Iāve got to focus.
In this dream, I was surrounded by what Iāve been told are called grays. Dr. Mills says that there are many people like myself that are abducted every day and he suggests writing down what happened as soon as you wake up.
Focus, damn it.
Okay, it was around 11 oāclock when I turned out the lights. I had the strange feelings again that I always get when they are coming that night.
Sure enough, I was asleep almost instantly. I found myself surrounded by them in my own bedroom; then there was the blinding light again. I was suddenly inside a very sterile room, something like what I would expect an operating room to look like.
They started by removing the pajamas that I was wearing. I donāt know why I wear them anymore. Just like every morning after the assaults, I wake up without them and I have to buy more. I donāt think I will buy anymore, since they donāt do any good stopping these bastards from raping me.
Focus! Focus! Focus!
Okay, after they stripped me, I received their usual assault of thoughts that they always do. I swear I could hear everything that they were thinking, and then there was the one voice. This time wasnāt like before, though.
All the other times, it was a very sterile voice. I could never distinguish whether it was supposed to be a male or female voice. But this time, it was definitely a female voice. A very sultry, seductive female voice.
That was when I knew what was going to happen.
She told me that they needed my sperm to use for testing and I was going to donate it to them. This wasnāt a question or even a suggestion that I comply. I just was, and there was nothing that I could do about it. And thatās the way it happened, too.
I felt something like a hand, very cold and it felt like it was made of wax. It began masturbating my dick. I tried to deny what was happening to me, but the female voice continued in my head, moaning seductively, like she was the one receiving pleasure.
Before long, I was long. I canāt believe I just said that. Okay, back to the dream.
Well, as soon as my cock was fully erect and standing at attention, I looked down my prone bodyā¦I forgot to mention that I was lying down earlier. They had me on some kind of table. Anyway, I looked down my prone body and saw that one of the grayās had their hand wrapped around my dick very tightly, keeping it erect.
There was this longā¦I donāt even know how to describe it. It was a long metal rod. It looked like it was a needle of some sort. It moved on itās own, and it looked like it went up to the ceiling, but I couldnāt tell, because of the bright lights above.
Anyway, the needle positioned itself directly over the opening to my dick. I immediately knew what was going to happen and tried to scream No, but it happened before than I could.
The hand on my dick never let go, and somehow, I was restrained on the table/bed, whatever you want to call it. There is no way I can describe the pain. Even thinking about it now, I shiver. But you wonāt believe the way my dick is reacting, though. Itās actually getting hard at the thought of that needle shooting up the hole.
Damn it, Charlie, back to the dream. Iāve got to focus.
Well, after the needle inserted, I could feel it slide down the inside of my dick and, somehow, curve with the tube. I wasnāt sure how much longer I could stand the pain, before the womanās voice told me that I needed to relax and give in to the pleasures.
Suddenly, my dream changed. I was no longer lying in that chamber of torture. I was on this luxurious bed, with a gorgeous red headed woman. She was lying next to me, her body was just a little longer than mine, and she was just as naked as I was.
Her eyes shown with great lustful need, as her hand that was holding my dick kept up its manipulation. I moaned as I neared orgasm and then nearly screamed as my cum left the balls and raced up my dick.
I was back in that sterile environment, feeling the cum shooting up into the needle blocking its escape. My screams grew louder when I saw that the woman was still lying next to me, and her hand was continuously stroking my dick.
The pain burned deep inside my groin and lower abdomen. I tried to fight the flow of cum, since that was painful, too; but I couldnāt move.
As the feeling started to subside, I heard the red head tell me that I needed to relax for a minute while they discussed a less painful way of extracting myā¦what were the words she used again, oh yeahā¦my āreproduction elements.ā
I canāt believe after all these years; they still canāt get the proper terms for things. They arenāt very smart for aliens, or demons, considering the pain they put me through.
I felt the needle retract from my aching dick, which shriveled up every inch that it pulled out of. Its like that damn thing was actually holding it in that erect position.
After the needle pulled out, they grayās walked away from me, while the red head just lay there, stilling holding my dick in her hand. She continued to stare lustfully at me, but I noticed that she didnāt blink or even seem to breath. It reminded me of a mannequin that you see in a store window, only she seemed very real. Her features didnāt look like they were painted on or anything.
When the grayās returned from the little meeting, Red (Iām going to just start calling her that, since she never seemed to leave my side) told me that they were going to see which way I preferred to ādonateā my āreproduction elementsā for them. That didnāt sound very promising, and thinking back on the night, it wasnāt. Actually, on the past 32 hours.
Red let go of my dick and put her hand on my forehead and pushed it back down on the table. I felt my eyes close and sudden images started flashing before my eyes. Most of them were very erotic scenes, but many scared me.
I didnāt know that they were pulling everything out of my head that Iāve ever heard or seen that was sexual in nature; but thatās what they were doing. Think about it for a second. How many different things do you know of, from either images on TV, magazines, movies, or even on the Internet, that are sexual in nature. And donāt forget every nasty little story that youāve ever heard or read too. Now, Iām not talking about just the things that turn you on, but anything that is regarding a man ejaculating his semen.
Think about that before you believe that this could be a truly erotic dream. Every deviant sexual fantasy that anyone has ever told you, you see suddenly happening for a split second, and then you know that you are about to experience every last one of them.
Well, the lights all went off in my head and there I was, lying on that delicious warm bed again. I found that Red was still there, and she was now rubbing her tits, while moaning out loud.
I watched while I was lying on my back, as she rolled onto her back and let one of her hands slide down from her tit down to her pussy. Her fingers started massaging it while her other hand continued to pinch and pull her nipples. Then her fingers stared to move into her body, her mouth opened wide with a moan of pleasure at the experience.
I was growing horny at the scene, and rolled onto my side to watch her. My own hand reached down to my dick and started stroking it. Then she started moaning for me.
She told me that she wanted me to cum for her. She wanted me to jerk off on her, before we really got it on. I swear those were her exact words.
Well, what can any red-blooded man do, but please such a hot woman. I got up on my knees and began pulling with all honesty and determination. Before long, I had shot a full load onto her stomach. But I swear, I never saw it just sit there. It looked like her skin soaked it up like a sponge.
Thinking that I couldnāt stay hard for long, I let my dick go, expecting it to shrivel up again. But she quickly moved and took my cock in her hands and pulled it into her mouth.