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.