Unidentified Flying Object Abducted Yours Truly,

Unidentified flying object abducted yours truly,... a willing experimental subject to escape untenable married life. Upon falling into a deep slumber, the following subconscious somnambulant scenario arose allowing, enabling, and providing temporary alleviation from outa harried married state. Out of a tendency to be impetuous, and oblivious to danger, I voluntarily let myself get abducted by this gruesome green Geico looking alien ghoul. Any resemblance between the following piece meal description being kidnapped by an alien (from another condemn nation in the cosmos), and married life purely coincidental. Although pitch-black that hot summer July night 20xx, an ominous ghastly shape could lumbered near the skeletal partially built addition at Lower Merion High School. This phantasmagorical amorphous, diaphanous, illustrious, portentous... entity hovered outside the phosphorescent flying saucer. I stood stock still as my cold breath created miniature clouds that formed a gauzy window, thru which opaque ether real movements detected. Eight tentacles sporting 2,240 suction cups used to grip, taste, and smell (similar to Octopus teacher viewed courtesy NetFlix) shredded this faux misty shroud and quickly, yet gently grabbed me. I found myself on-board a battle gray extra-terrestrial object. Fate delivered me into the "hands" of what appeared the most surreal setting created by ingenious computer graphics technicians. Nanny boo boo uttered the creature from black abyss. Since what sounded like outer space gibberish as a second language not an elective when I attended Methacton High School nearly two and a half score years ago (nor colleges for that matter), an automatic reflex took over. I offered a gap toothed (i.e. Alfred E. Neuman - what me worry) wry smile. An immediate interest arose from these outliers at the ultra thin metallic post sticking atop me noggin. As a human robot electronic signals broadcast and received courtesy said antenna. Nevertheless, a crazy idea occurred. Maybe these foreigners from another galaxy could secure long overdue permanent implanted teeth (in place of these ill fitting dentures) and extricate me out volatile pledged troth without charging an arm or leg. Ha! Non-verbal communication resorted to as a necessary expedient to establish comprehension and self preservation. Additionally, the notion to avoid any action interpreted as hostile best be applied even at the expense of forsaking being whisked away countless light-years from 1148 Greentree Lane, Narberth, Pennsylvania. Psychiatric medications re: (GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2MG, CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50MG, RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG, FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG, PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 5 MG, BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG, PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG, CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG, and AMITIZA 24 MCG - prescription laxative) prescribed by Doctor David Lee Wrought) most definitely eased anxiety per dread locked terror that loomed large within my quite active imagination. I willingly made clear (using all manner of gesticulations) to surrender myself, which idea triggered a flicker of excitement. Wow! This bizarre situation could offer this golden opportunity to escape the tragedies of terrestrial existence and perhaps link up with another weird organic life form human or otherwise. Once this electric like surge coursed thru each fiber, I brazenly approached the other-worldly specimens guarding their shimmering craft, which appeared to hover just barely above the perimeter slated to be another state of the art wing of this campus. I hemmed and hawed with tentative steps before nonchalantly scaling the hydraulically propelled ladder. At once, an immediate whoosh took place. After these myopic eyes adjusted to the scene, I observed an identical earth like landscape and heard what sounded like the most melodious chimes. Actually, that globe happened to be dear third rock from the sun as viewed from the nearest window. Upon setting foot into the structure, an automatic accelerator jettisoned this motley crue at warp speed. Within my mind, I thought what to do to pass the time??? Instantaneous sans any desire promulgated that very wish. Ah! Perchance, these ethereal creatures (large and small) conveyed messages telepathically? I put this hypothesis to a rudimentary electric kool aid acid test. Within my mind, I silently uttered Matthew Scott Harris. An instant reply came back - in my head. Every one of these wraith-like cosmic nomads understood wordless wireless whims, thus believing yours truly (me self) to believe said species reduced signals to digital bits and/or hallowed weaned bytes. Upon waking up, I realized the aforementioned a dream merrily rowing me thru illusory time stream.