re: Tell me a conspiracy you believe in

Kennedy it’s easy to see. No way he would’ve waited until after the turn to take the shot if not for the second shooter

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Not sure if you are fricking around or being serious. Hard to tell on the ot. If you are serious please tell this story from beginning to end with as much detail as possible.

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I would have replied sooner, but I was trying to find one of the half dozen times I've posted the story so I could just copy/paste rather than type it all out. Unfortunately, I didn't bookmark it.

So, let me preface this by saying that I have had "nightmares" my entire life of waking up in my bed to hear a low frequency hum and see a blue/green light shining down on me. I am completely paralyzed and it pulls me up, through the walls like I am a ghost, and up into a waiting craft. The only emotion I feel when this happens is absolute terror and dread. It is the most fear that I ever feel. My mind is screaming "YOU CANNOT LET THEM TAKE YOU!!!!" But I can't do anything to stop it. This has been one of my more frequent recurring "dreams" throughout my life, though not the most frequent nightmare (that would be the one where I'm in an out of control vehicle careening off the road into a body of water where I awake as soon as I hit said water).

This "dream" was VERY different. First, when the light came down, it was white, not blue/green. First, I didn't feel that sense of dread. Second, I wasn't paralyzed, so I immediately grabbed the corners of my bed, but I had trouble finding a grip and when the corners of the fitted sheet slipped off the mattress, I was sucked up. Also, I didn't travel through the wall to outside where I would get a short view of a saucer shaped craft like normal. The light came down, I grabbed on for dear life, lost my grip as the light intensified around me to the point I could see nothing else, and then suddenly, I was transported somewhere else.

I was on something like a white plastic mattress (about the size of a full) in a small rectangular alcove. The walls looked like steel or aluminum. The head of the bed was against the back wall while the foot of the bed looked out towards a perpendicular hallway. There was no door between the alcove and the hall. I looked down immediately to see if I was still dressed in the same pajamas, and I was.

I was immediately greeted by two uniformed humans. They were in military uniforms with U.S. flags and proper insignia. I asked who they were and where I was, and they identified themselves as officers of the United States Space Force, a clandestine offshoot of the Air Force. One looked like he was in his mid-to-late 20's, buzz-cut dirty blond hair, and the other mid 30's with short dark hair. They seemed proud, but a little bashful about what they were doing and their assignment. They were very warm and welcoming, and I did not feel afraid. Their uniforms looked like these, only they were a silvery grey instead of olive green:


They told me that I had been beamed aboard a U.S. Space Force Vessel as part of a medium scale test of equipment to be used in the event of a mass nuclear exchange. The purpose of this technology was to be able to beam large numbers of citizens living in areas on the verge of being wiped out to ships in orbit and to then transport those evacuated citizens to prepared colonies awaiting them on the moons of Saturn.

I was, of course, very skeptical, so they told me to walk with them down the hall where they took me to a very large window where I was able to look out into outer space. I could see a handful of craft near the ship, and they were massive, the size of the Rebellion capital ships in Star Wars. They told me we would be arriving at these colonies very soon, so I should join the group of other citizens that were involved in this evening's test (about 3 or 4 dozen adults, most still in their pajamas). The officers then escorted us into a long dark hallway that sloped downward to a set of double doors. When the doors opened, we were on the colony.

The colony looked very much like earth except for the lighting. The light of the Sun and that reflected from Saturn made it appear as though there were two suns in the sky, but through the thick atmosphere, both were fairly dull. The lighting was always in a sort of perpetual twilight, like bright enough to see ok without your headlights, but dark enough for the streetlights to kick on.

They boarded us onto a pair of white school busses and took us for a tour of the town. If it weren't for the strange lighting and slightly off color of the sky, you would think it was earth. There was green grass, ample trees, parks, libraries, a courthouse, schools, etc. It looked like a really nice small town where everything was brand new. None of the buildings were ostentatious, just simple, but pleasant architecture reminiscent of pre-WWII homes. The schools, libraries, and municipal buildings were all white in color, as were most of the homes.

After about 20 minutes or so of driving us around the town and pointing out the main features of the colony, they brought us back to where we boarded the buses. I turned to the officer escorting me and asked when all of this would be public. He kinda smiled bashfully and said "very soon".

With that, I was surrounded by the white light and awoke in my bed feeling like I had been dropped. My shoulders and fingers were sore, like I had strained them. The fitted sheet had been ripped off of both of the corners where my hands would have been grabbing. I got up and went to work and tried to process the incredibly vivid dream I'd had the night before. About a week or so later, something incredible happened: Trump announced the creation of the Space Force. I started freaking out wondering if that wasn't a dream after all.

I started researching about signs that one has been abducted. I started remembering all of these different encounters I'd had as a child, remembering seeing greys in my bedroom. I talked to my wife who had been complaining about me waking her up in the middle of the night. Since I was always very cautious not to disturb her when I would be coming to bed late (and we had a memory foam mattress that didn't transfer much energy), I asked what it was that was waking her. She said that I was "bouncing into the bed". I had her lie in the bed and I got in like I normally did and asked her if that was what she was feeling and she said "no". So, I tried to jump in and land on my back, and she said that that was what she was feeling.

I realized that those frequent nightmares about being taken up into those saucers may have been real. Those dreams of me falling into the water and waking up as I landed, feeling like I was hitting the mattress may have been me being returned. My wife wasn't being woken up by me getting up to pee in the middle of the night. She was getting woken up by me being dropped into my bed after being abducted.

Since that time I was taken up into the Space Force vessel, I have not had a single abduction nightmare. It seems like the "bouncing" has stopped. Gradual disclosure has been taking place as aliens and UFO's and militarized space have been pushed straight into the mainstream. It seems like what I experienced may have been genuine, and what they told me seems to be coming true. Disclosure absolutely feels like it is ongoing, and the technology that I witnessed will inevitably be made public.

Apparently all these tards believe the flu shot gives you the flu and provides no protection at all despite all the science to the contrary.

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