In my bedroom at 30700, look out the side window. There’s a big plane going past, very low. It vanishes, and a smaller pointy one goes from left to right, turns and comes towards me. I know it’s the aliens, and as it passes I grab it. It’s like a pole with sharp protrusions. It hurts, then pulls me into another place. I cover my eyes and start seeing cartoons of pink aliens and other stuff, moving past very quickly.
My exciting life, this place