I have seen a few alien ships in my lifetime and have been inside a few less. I can't comment on the reptilian ships. I have never seen the control cockpit of one of those.

I was originally trained to fly the small grey's ships. The only reason that I can see that they train us to fly them is that they need us to go and have sex with another human that is important to them for their breeding program. They might be too busy to ferry us around so we have to be trained to be independent. The control cockpit is about the right size for me when I was twelve years old, which is when they start training people. There are no obvious controls for the pilot. There is only a seat and a pedestal with a sort of lectern or slanted desk in front of it. There is no viewscreen or uncovered windows. There is a window, but it is covered up and is not used to pilot the ship. There is a flight engineering station ( no seat ) behind the pilot. A worker or the pilot, in the case of the independent pilot, can access things like cloaking field or power management. Behind the wall of the engineering station is the flight computer.

The trainee pilot is told to sit at the pilot's seat and put their hands on the lectern. They are told to feel with their mind through the surface. This connects them to the flight computer through a psionic device that translates their thoughts to something that the flight computer can understand. The trainee pilot is then asked if they can see the outside. If they can't, they are told to try harder or relax, depending on whichever way will work. When they can see outside, it comes directly into your mind as a full spherical view, it means that they have interfaced correctly. Then they are told to think of lifting the craft and flying along a pre-progammed course. This course looks like a brighter pipe in the sphere view. They can make course corrections to avoid obstacles or other traffic such as small or large aircraft or towers. The flight computer then recalculates the course and changes the position of the pipe. This recalculation is done very quickly. About 1/100 of a second.

I had trouble learning to control the ship. I misinterpreted their instructions and used clairvoyance to see outside and telekinesis to lift the ship. It's a good thing that it was the small version of the small grey's ship. Only 45 feet in diameter, 10 feet high, shaped like a hockey puck and about 57000 pounds. I flew along at about 250 knots. I did this for about 40 minutes. I got very tired. I told them that I was tired and landed it. I went out of the ship to stretch my legs and rest and I felt that they were upset at something. I was called back in and told that I had done it wrong. I was supposed to interface with the ship and let it carry out my commands. I told them that I was tired, but would give it a try. They instructed me again and I did as they said. I told the ship to lift in a clear command. It lifted at maximum acceleration. I would guess at something between 30 and 100 g's. They told me to think quietly. I eventually made it a whisper. Something like a backround sound when you are at a party and somebody in the next room is talking quietly. This had the desired effect. I flew the ship at less than mach 1 and within the earth's atmosphere. All I had to do was imagine the ship doing something and it did it. Any manoeuver that I could imagine, it did. I landed without incident back at the takeoff point and was sent home.

The next time I was given a training session, I felt into the lectern and found out that it connected to the computer inside the wall behind me. I decided to interface directly with the computer instead of doing it the way I was instructed. I was going to be smart. I did so and the flight computer crashed. It shut down completely. I told them that something went wrong and they found out that the flight computer had crashed. They undid the wall panel and undid the power cable and then disconnected the 4 fibre optic bundles from the sides and the bottom. Each bundle was a cable about 2 to 2 1/2 inches thick and held about 40 fibre optic cables in a sort of hexagon pattern with one side different from the other five. A sort of no brainer connection scheme similar to our computer systems. They took it off the wall and replaced it with another one. They reconnected it all and put the panel back into place. The computer was about the size of a briefcase and had a thick aluminum or some other shiny metal case with the connection ports on the outside. I was told to only interface with the lectern.

Another training session that I remember, I took off like normal and the flight computer relayed information from the power management computer that a power cell had died. One of 28. I informed the greys with me that the ship was telling me that something was wrong and asked if I should land. One of them touched the lectern and decided that it was not critical. He told me to keep on flying as I was not flying too fast or wildly. The other batteries should be able to handle the load very easily. He then told me that there is another type of problem that is more drastic and requires immediate landing. It is a cascade failure. one of the power converters that each handle four batteries develops a surge. The surge travels along the power system, shutting down each power converter in turn until they all are dead. This cascade effect can only be corrected by replacing all the power converters and restating the system. That's 7 power converters on a small ship.

I was invited to fly a tall grey's ship. They are spherical and between 160 and 180 feet in diametre with a slight lip on the bottom to prevent it from rolling around when it had landed. On that mission, I flew slow and low and had to avoid a large aircraft coming from the international airport. I started crossing the river that goes through the city and saw through the navigation system that drivers on the bridge were looking at us. I informed the beings with me that I didn't think that the cloaking system was on or else not working. People had spotted us from the roadway. I saw a closely avoided crash happen on the bridge and they turned on the cloaking field. It was turned off so that I could find the ship when it had landed to pick me up and was never turned back on.

I have been in the charcoal grey's ship. It was black and 6 feet high, 12 feet in diametre and shaped like a hershey's kiss ( a cone with rounded edges. ) Inside it was almost as big as the outside. I was 15 years old and with two of the beings in it with me, there was not a lot of room for me. They are not very big and sit cross legged on the floor. They put their hands onto the floor to interface with their flight computer. There are no seats. I decided to stand up and held myself steady by holding onto the ceiling. This is one of the ships described at the incident at rendlesham in England in the 1980's. I don't know if it was the same ship or a similar ship or a mistaken observation.

I have been in another ship. It was sky blue and shaped like a piece of ravioli. Square sides and thick in the middle. The control cockpit was featureless except for a seat for the short heavy-set pilot.

I was in one more ship. It was black and was shaped like an ellipsoid that was cut in half across the long axis and then cut in half again lengthwise. It was black and the occupants were taking the beings from the planet to steal their technological secrets. I let myself be captured and phased through the walls until I was in the control cabin. I told them to stop doing this. It was wrong. The beings in the ship looked somewhat like klingons except that their foreheads were smooth. They were stocky and about 6 to 6 1/2 feet tall. The leader ordered me to be removed. I reached out with my mind and stopped them from coming near me. The leader then ordered that I be killed. An underling grabbed a device that looked like a serving tray. He was going to aim it at me and I used telekinesis to aim it at the others in the room. I made the underling trigger the device for all the other underlings in in the room. I told the leader that I was slightly pissed off and was going to end this madness once and for all. I took control of the ship and made it descend. The other ships followed. They were all linked to the lead ship. I made them crash and phased through the wall before impact. The control room looked a bit more like the starship enterprise except for the pilot's station. It was featureless except for a flat desk and a seat.

Wild fantasy? I can't prove any of this, but I am sure that it's real. To me, anyway.

Did they do anything sexually to you??? And did you enjoy it????

They tried me on other guys, once. I didn't enjoy that. Almost all the girls that they tried me on I enjoyed that. The girls enjoyed it too!! None of the alien races tried to have sex with me, except just recently, a reptilian female. She was shorter than me and very interested. She kept nodding her head at me and pushing herself under my arm. She was very interested but spoke no English. She never made telepathic contact either. I looked into that wide smile and said UGH! Too many teeth! About 1000! No thanks! I got away from her! BTW I was in a place where the grass was yellow and soft and growing. There were several low walls and pillars. They were made out of red and yellow bricks. Very similar to ours.

*cough*

I'm sorry, moderators. I know we are supposed to be as supportive as possible on this forum, and you can tell me when I get out of control, but I just have to say this:

I hate it when people exploit wonderful places such as this forum where people are open-minded and have genuine experiences, and post their delusions or outright lies. Or just experiment with "let's see what happens when I write a story and pretend it's real in this forum of believers".

I think it undermines the search for the truth.

Maybe there should be a forum section for "UFO/ alien fiction/ erotica"?

This post has been edited by senhuan: Apr 11 2008, 09:14 PM

This is just the type of comment that I expected. I know that it sounds like a power fantasy. Believe me, I wish that it was. Really strange things have happened in my life. I will not fill in all the details because some of them will endanger beings that I care about ( Human and otherwise ). You require proof. This I won't give you, so you can gloat all you want about how delusional I am, and I won't stop you. I have posted another experience that I didn't believe myself until I saw proof. The moderator removed it because it was in answer to someone else's post, so didn't obey the rules. I will post it again as per the rules. I always thought that these dreams that I had were just that, dreams. Crazy silly dreams. I talked about some things with my brother and my eldest sister. They remember other events that I did not detail here.

There is one comment that I made to the heavy worlder whose ship was shaped like ravioli. He ( they are both genders, but "it" denotes a convicted violent offender in their language ) had trouble getting one of the other races to experience something that he thought was wonderful. He came to me to ask me if I could make them experience it. I told him that there is a saying in my language. There are none so blind as those who will not see. He told me that of course the blind cannot see! I had to explain that there are those who choose not to see the evidence in front of their faces! They are who I mean! Now I'm not saying that you, senhuan, are choosing to be blind. I have given you no evidence. Just a few heavily edited bits and pieces of my memories. Since I am the only human who experienced most of them ( except for seeing a huge moon floating over a river between two bridges ) You have no way of verifying that my statements are true. I'm sorry, but that is the way it is.

Dude, it's a story. I'm absolutely POSITIVE that it's a story. Remember when you said the reptile lady kept pushing under your arm? My freaking dog Angel does that. She does it for attention, so I'm positive other dogs do it and i'm sure that's where you got it from. You seeing many things, credible? Wouldn't they have wiped your mind for knowing too much? And if they tried to have you reproduce with another man don't know you think they'd be smart enough to know that Man + Man= No baby? I don't buy it at all

This thread is pointless waste of time....



But as usual TW never ceases to amaze me...

Having good a good writing style, grammar, and general good form will not count towards credibility. I have seen many reports written in the lousiest of english that are more credible.

And I expected you to say "I know that it sounds like a power fantasy. Believe me, I wish that it was." That is a good trick to give yourself credibility, but unfortunately overused.

"I did not want this to happen. But it did. Believe me it's not for popularity. I wish to god I didn't have to remember. But I do." etc etc etc.

But I also know that you will never stop with your act. I know you are prone to act your plan out to the end. Until you get bored. Go for it, mate.

This post has been edited by senhuan: Apr 12 2008, 02:31 AM

Couldn't have said it better myself senhuan.

Sorry about this senhuan and sgt hobbes, but I have to get this out.

When the abductees are about 14, they are trained to operate another piece of machinery. It is called a gate. The gate comes in two types. Master and slave. The master is the one with seat and a lectern with a control panel that has a keyboard with 40 symbols on it. The 40 keys are arranged in rows of 8, five deep. Beside that keyboard ( to the right ) from the top is an editing keyboard with scroll up ( blank key ) delete line ( a wide oval ) enter ( a downward pointing arrow ) and down scroll ( blank key ). To the right of this is a toggle between a slave gate lookup ( a series of 10 symbol entries ) and when you touch the symbol it toggles to a minimap of the terrain ( including buildings ) of the area. The terrain minimap is constantly updated to include passing cars if they are in the vicinity. Touch the centre of the minimap where the gate is and it toggles back to the slave gate lookup. The slave gate lookup shows the usability of the gate. Blue denotes unavailable, red available. The slave can be unavailable for a couple of reasons. The sensors show that the gate is too high ( as when the ship is flying. ) This can be bypassed. The slave is already engaged. This cannot be bypassed. I think that many aliens have gates, so I think that there is a species specific sequence to show who owns the gate to both master and slave gates. You wouldn't want an alien invader to use your gates to occupy your planet. The slaves and masters have banned and acceptable species specific sequences programmed into them. Any one who tries to use a gate that doesn't have the correct coding doesn't get connected.

They train you on an interior master. They get you to connect to other internal gates on ships in range. External slaves let in cold air if it is cold, so you have to dress up warmly to work them. I was late learning to operate the gate. I couldn't remember the key sequences in the proper order. All ten symbols must be put in or it won't work. Get them in the wrong order and it doesn't work or worse, connects you to the wrong gate. Others in my age group tried to teach me, but I just couldn't remember the key sequences to the end. Finally a short grey asked me what the problem was. I explained it to him. ( It was a him by the way. ) He didn't understand why. I asked him what the symbols mean. He wouldn't answer. I asked him what they are called. He told me their names in sequence. He asked me to try to remember a sequence. I looked at a sequence and repeated their names in my mind as I read them. It worked! I had learned how to program gates! He asked me why I couldn't do it before. I told him that I couldn't remember the shapes in order but I could remember the names if I just recited them. I told him that he should vary his teaching method to those that don't seem to learn the system fast enough. He walked away without comment.

I was 17 when I worked at the entrance gate for about a month's worth of abductions. ( Between 20 and 60 nights depending on how many others were available to take your place. ) I went to bed and was called to come. I came to the ship and my gate was open. I climbed in and saw the list of gates which would be operated in my slave gate lookup. I checked each one for passengers in the area of the gate and could even see if they were human or unfriendly alien if they got close enough. When I plugged in the sequence, it took about 3 seconds to negotiate a connection and open. The people walked in and I set it to the next sequence, and so on. I had to keep track of the people entering each gate so that I knew how many people had to leave by that same gate. When the loading was complete, I could relax or walk around, but not too far because someone might need to use the gate. I noticed that some gates became unavailable as soon as they were used. The ship had taken off. Sometimes a different ship would take its place for the unloading. You had to be diligent and get the right people going to the right places.

One time I was operating the gate and whole families got on. They seemed to concentrate on a few gates at a time for that. My neighbours were in the second set of the series of abductions. One of the neighbours was called Charby. The father was very pushy and impatient. He decided that He had to get off first and pulled me away from the gate controls. He punched in the appropriate sequence and walked out with his family. I was so angry that I picked them all up and pulled them back inside. I threw him against the wall and held him there with my mind as I calmly deleted the gate sequence. I told him that he could do that on the outside and get away with it because I wasn't allowed to use my powers when I was away from the ship, but I could do this here. Another man went back inside to inform the aliens that there was some trouble. As soon as one came in, he told me to put him down. I did as he asked. He asked me what I was doing. I told him that he was interfering with the gate and my operation of it. I told him to ask anybody in the room and they could even probe them to see if they were telling the truth. I said that I was responsible for the gate and no one should interfere with the gate operator when he was working. If he was allowed to interfere, then I should be told of it. I told them that I interpreted the instructions as a sole responsibility. He took the man back into the ship and told me to start unloading the others. He would see to his instruction. When Mr. Charby came back, I was halfway done. The short grey told me that I was right and it was the operator's sole responsibility. He asked me why I didn't kill Mr. Charby. I told him that I thought they had a use for him, so I didn't think that it was right. The short grey told me that I must not kill anybody on the ship because they are all useful to them. I made the Charby family get off just before I was finished for the night. He asked me nicely to let him off early, but I told him that as punishment, I was going to make him wait. The next time I was at the gate and unloading people, Mr. Charby didn't talk to me. I asked him if he wanted to try me again. He turned away. Another neighbour, the Tuer family was there and Mr. Tuer was smiling. he told me that Mr. Charby was always trying to get away with things and he was glad to see him get it.

After a night of work, I was tired. Up all day and then all night, I learned to sleep next to the gate.

There was another gate of simpler operation. It was in the bathroom. The bathroom was two kidney shaped rooms connected by a short hallway on their ends. A sort of V made out of two kidneys ( concave side in. ) The toilet was a simple affair that looked like a giant urinal. It stood 6 feet high and was 2 1/2 feet wide. The bottom of the toilet was 3 inches below floor level. The user would either stand in it and aim at the wall or squat in it facing outwards and hold onto the sides. When the user was done, they got out of the toilet and hit a yellow tile that was surrounded by white tiles. This engaged the gate system which took the contents to the waste container somewhere else on the ship. There was a safety feature which stopped the gate from operating if the mass in the toilet was too much. ( Over 10 pounds, I think. ) This could be bypassed by three aliens who had to sign a form and give their access codes to the computer panel outside the bathroom. The form had a procedure for checking if there was any living being in the bathroom just before it was to be flushed. The ship's captain, the ship's engineer and the person who reported the blockage had to check and agree that the procedure was followed before it could be flushed. The first time I saw that room, a whole group of us ( both male and female ) were lead to it. The girls said that all this was fine, but where is the girls' bathroom? They were told that this was it. The girls told the boys to get out because this was a girls' bathroom. The instructor told the boys to stay. She said that it was for boys and girls. The girls said that boys were not supposed to watch them go. The instructor said that it was okay if they used the bathroom at the same time. She said it was okay and that superceded any instruction by their parents. The boys reply was that they wouldn't look anyway. Girls were yucky. ( We were all about 4 or 5 at the time. )

The shower was in the other part of the bathroom. Left was the toilet and straight ahead was the shower. The whole shower room was sunken in with a central drain and showers on the wall. All one had to do was stand next to a shower ( a circular spot on the wall near the ceiling ) and wait for it to notice you. Then it sprayed you with water. When you moved to another spot, that sprayed you and the original one stopped. Such a sensory technology was not even invented at the time. We now have a similar sensor technology in place for commercial bathrooms.

You cannot seriously expect us to read that BS.

Maybe when I am bored and drunk and have finished the bottle of Perno, Ouzo, bleach, and the industrial strength detergent will I endeavour to spend the time.

Oops! That was supposed to be a new topic! I left out a detail. The tiles that covered the walls in the shower and inside the toilets were dark red and the ones outside the area was lighter red. I had trouble as a kid in elementary school to understand what happened to the showers when I went into the bathroom. It had the same colour scheme as the bathroom in my elementary school. I said to myself that there should be a room behind this wall. It was an outside wall. I had to relearn how to flush the urinals as well. The tiles didn't work.

This is why 'or dreams' is added here.
Dreams are fiction.

There is nothing to be sorry ABOUT. Just don't freaking "get this out" without any evidence!!! ERRR! I can't explain it enough, I could tell you all I am a Olympic Weightlifter, Street-fighting God, Warrior of Rome and Italy, and while i'm BSin' y'all, I might as well add in I'm a samurai sent to preach the end of the world and how, if we want to survive, we must wear tight suits, do the chicken dance, and then kill ourselves.

I know you're thinking "I'd never believe that". Well then why should we believe you??? You have no evidence, you have nothing that you can back this up with, you have words on a forum.

We can't help if you don't give us something that we can SEE, HEAR, TOUCH, SMELL, or FEEL!!!!

For all we know, you could be either a 5 year old kid or a 45 year old child molester- BACK IT UP BEFORE YOU TELL US ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR "PILOTING A UFO" BS!!!!!!

OK, that was perhaps a little harsh.

And thanks for pointing out this is also the forum for dreams, which could be anything. My bad.

However, I propose that the way the original post is written (yes, i drank the industrial strength detergent), does not signify a dream (perhaps a daydream. Are those allowed? I have so many.), but a clearly fabricated story.

Tell me I'm wrong.

P.S. If you do not have real stories of your own (as many people have not had a chance or the luck to have), then don't fabricate, but instead ask questions. In the end, it will be more rewarding to both you and the forum.

Hey Freestone it dosent look like your description of things has gone down to well so far now to gain a bit of credibilty here you mentioned ''The Gate '' had symbols on can you show us some if not all of these symbols Freestone you have to understand if some of us seem a bit hard to convince its just we get more than our fair share of loonies here

Freestone, your story was quite engaging, a little comment though, it was going well until the Aliens had to fill out a form? You didn't think that one through, I am guessing they had a stationary cupboard on board with all the different types of forms, pens, white out etc. Seriously though. Had you approached this in a different way, say... hey guys I am going to create a fictional story for you all to read, who wants to come along for the ride. I am sure you would have a following that would look forward to each chapter. Your attention to detail is very good. I quite enjoyed the tale, you have some talent, but you have boxed yourself in now, your only real option now is to either persist with the eeerrr true tale and forever lose credibility, because as much as I and others are believers, you can't honestly expect us to believe that tale, Or, fess up and move the thread to the creative writing area.
Personally I like the last option, it could pan out to be a good story.
Cheers
Dundee

I may have believed this before you got off on the stuff about sex.

I can't quite remember the symbols. Their language evokes the game hangman in my mind. Any written language will look made up because that's what it is, made up. I did see something written down