I had the following dream when I was 16 years old:
I was in the sandbox at a park I used to play in with my cousin Kevan when we were little. A flying saucer appeared to me. I couldn’t believe it – it was as though I had been longing for them to come and here they actually were. I was taken aboard the ship and we ventured towards another world. During the flight I began speaking to an alien using my native English and he explained telepathically that using spoken language was unnecessary: we could simply communicate through the use of a universal, telepathic understanding. The alien then proceeded to transfer an abundant amount of knowledge to me concerning the meaning of existence. I can’t recall what the content of the knowledge was, but in the dream, it gave me an extraordinary sense of insight.
The following stages may be out of order of their original sequence and some details have been completely forgotten:
I found myself in a medium sized, Gothic-style room. The floor was made of dark gray stone. I was under the impression that this was an operating room, and I had the feeling of just coming back to consciousness from some surgical operation. I raised myself upright on a rectangular table. I vaguely remember wondering if they had been operating with strange tools on my anal?
I entered a vast, cathedral-like room. The walls and floors were made with the same dark gray, almost blackish stone, which vaulted towards a tall ceiling (maybe 100 ft. high). With a feeling of being escorted, I followed a straight path leading towards the front of the Cathedral where there may have been an alter or priest. This was some kind of ceremony in process, and I did not understand how I was involved. On both sides of me I observed numerous aliens lined along the aisle. They all wore long black capes and uniform, glossy shoes.
There were approximately 12 of us sitting together in a large circle with our legs crossed (me being the only human). There was an intimate sense of communion within our circle and a shared spiritual knowledge. For some reason, I scooted backwards just outside of the circle and suddenly a great, evil phantom appeared from behind me covered in flames. It was as if the phantom came from hell or another realm to snatch me away! I realized that it was because I had left the circle that I had become vulnerable to the evil phantom, so I scooted back into the circle with the aliens and the phantom vanished. I was safe within the circle.
The final part of the dream went obscurely as follows: I was in a training facility with windows and various rooms where I was introduced to strange weapons. One weapon, I remember, was a sort of mace with several elaborate metal blades, which spun around. I was put in situations of combat against an opponent using these odd weapons. We wore tight body suits (similar to the wet suits that surfers wear). There was a female creature involved in these combat sessions who I will call Yali. I understood that Yali was a half-breed, meaning that she was part alien and part human. She had long black hair, obsidian eyes, and she wore a tight, cobalt blue body suit. I had a deep feeling of passionate love for her. We were in a white, padded room combating when a lustful desire overcame me. I threw myself on top of her and attempted to have intercourse with her by rubbing my penis between her legs. I suddenly ejaculated and Yali put my semen into a glass cylindrical tube and the fluid mysteriously turned a red-nectar color.
I awoke directly after this sexual episode and found myself sprawled in my bed around 11:00am. It seemed as though I had suddenly been thrown back from another world. I also had the feeling that I had recently ejaculated, but there were no signs of semen in my underwear or sheets.
During the following years, I occasionally had an apprehension that my soul was somehow wedded to Yali and that I still loved her, even if perhaps only in my unconscious.