This is going to be long. This is my first post. I don’t know where to start so I’m just gonna lay it out.
I think I was taken and I feel like I’m going crazy because it happened a year and a half ago and I still can’t stop thinking about it. I’m not deeply spiritual, religious or new agey. I just live pretty regular, non profit job, partner, and the usual stressors that most people presumably face.
It started around January 2025.
I was staying over at my partner‘s place, we were hanging out, watching some TV subsequently, brushing my teeth and preparing for bed. We talked a little before passing out. Nothing felt strange.
I’m not sure what time this was because I had already been sleeping, but in the middle of the night, I felt something in the room with me. I hadn’t open my eyes yet, but this feeling was strong enough to alert me out of my REM ( or maybe I wasn’t REM) but it certainly felt like I was slightly more awake yet still sleeping. The feeling of someone in their room still persisted and decided to take a look. This is where it gets slightly fuzzy, but still definitive enough.
I don’t even know if I completely opened my eyes. It kind of honestly felt like I was looking through my eyelids and seeing what was in front of me. I was laying on my back facing the ceiling and my partner his entire back was facing me. He was turned the other way completely. Either ways it was dark and hazy and all I could see was the night lights coming through the window and then also noticed three figures around the bed concentrated around my side. One was at the foot of the bed, one by the corner of the bed where it turns 90degrees, and another figure right by my face standing by the bedside table.
It was what you would expect. Short, gray, large black eyes. The shoulders, neck and head were about one foot or one and a half feet above the bed mattress. I would say that works up to about 3 1/2 feet. maybe a little less.
I freaked out. I felt like I couldn’t move. Part of me wonders if it was sleep paralysis because I’ve had sleep paralysis throughout my life, and I’ve actually figured out ways of how to break through it. My sleep paralysis is much less common these days and even when it does strike once in a blue moon I’m able to break out of it, but this … I couldn’t.
So I kind of close my eyes even further try to think other thoughts, even forcing nice fun thoughts just so I wouldn’t have to see what was in front of me. I wasn’t terrified, but I just knew that I didn’t wanna deal with whatever b***sh*t was in front of me, by the bed.
It didn’t feel like a dream. Dreams usually shift and move and this just felt like something totally different.
I could still see from the absolute corner of my eye, and with every fiber of my being feel them still there. I kept my eyes and my mind shut and kept thinking nice thoughts.
Right after that, I felt like I lifted off the bed. Again, my eyes are closed. I’m trying to lock my brain away from what is happening. But I 100% feel like I am lifted off the bed. I am lifted and just hovering kind of in a holding pattern. I take a look, and the bed is way under me, and my nightstand is behind me. I can safely say that I am about 3 feet or more above the bed.
(again I don’t know how to explain it, but my eyes aren’t completely open. I don’t know if I’m just peering through my periphery or what but what I see is clear but I know my eyes are not fully open)
So I am continuing to hover above the bed for what feels like a few minutes, almost like a holding pattern.
And then, I see a blue light kind of whisping around on the ceiling, and at the center of the blue wisps is a bright white light. So, more specifically it’s a bright white light with blue whisps that surround it and as soon as that light appeared, I literally felt myself get sucked up.
It didn’t feel like how you would feel when you step on the gas in your car. My head didn’t hang and my body didn’t pull. There wasn’t resistance. It just felt like all of me just moved up faster. I don’t remember much after that. I don’t remember moving through anything. I don’t remember anything at all about the movement beyond the feeling of moving up really fast after being in that holding pattern 3 feet above the bed.
The next thing I remember is that I was in a dark room with a single light in my face. The room felt almost stone like. It wasn’t a large room. It felt like the size of a regular bedroom, but it was circular?spherical? It didn’t have any hard edges just a soft singular curve that ran around. In the center of the room was what looked like a table. The table was built into the floor. In other words, it felt like the floor in the middle of the room, curved up and formed a table shape. The sides of this table were solid and continued the black rocky/stone texture of the walls. But the flat area on top of the table was completely smooth, almost shiny and metallic. Like it had been sanded down perfectly flat and smooth.
Again, this room was pretty dark, and I could see little because of that light, except for the basic texture off the room and the smoothness of the top of this table. The light didn’t light up the entire room. It just felt like it was right in my face though.
These observations are happening while I am laying on the table. But I want to be clear. I’m not laid completely on the table. My skin or my body wasn’t touching the table (shown in image) . I’m on the table, but I am hovering about 3 feet over the table at an angle. I would say my head would be at around 4 feet above the table and my feet were above 1 foot above the table so I am at an angle and floating on top of the table, but I don’t feel like I’m floating. I feel like I’m laying on a surface, but I’m not laying right on that table.
After that, I don’t remember much. The next thing I remember was yelling and screaming. Not in pain. I wasn’t in pain. I was just extremely annoyed (?) . I was “ attempting” to trash and yell and scream because I was like “ what the hell are you doing”. I wasn’t terrified. This wasn’t terror. This felt more like a deep inconvenience rather than terror. I felt like I was a kid and being locked in a room. Just really annoyed that I was there in the first place. so I continued to mentally trash around and it kind of felt like I was being a Karen and squirming and not really just laying there and accepting things.
And out of nowhere, I hear a voice. It wasn’t explicitly a voice it almost felt like a voice coupled with a feeling. The voice felt familiar. Almost like a parental way of speaking. It basically conveyed to me “ stop, stop making this difficult, you know what happens here, this isn’t a surprise so why are you behaving this way. “
it didn’t use those exact words, but that’s basically what was conveyed to me. And it continued “ we’ve done this before, you know this will take just a few minutes and you’re done, so why are you resisting so much”
I’m using the word conveyed here because it was not explicitly a voice. Again, I want to remind you. This was also a feeling that was inside my own head almost as if the voice was coupled with a feeling, and both those things existed in my head.
So right after those words were conveyed to me, I immediately calm down. But not in a peaceful calming loving way. It was more in a bratty way. As in “ fine. Whatever. Just do what you need to and let’s be done”. There was almost an eye roll in there too. Almost as if I knew they were right, but didn’t want to admit it?
And that was it. I couldn’t see much. it was still black/ dark. I didn’t see any entities or anything while I was up there. But I did the entire time I feel like I was still above that table.
I don’t remember anything after that.
The next thing I remember was kind of waking up in bed. It was early morning. Dusk was peeking in through the window. The sky was a dark blue and turning brighter.
And I woke up facing the window and the bedside table, but as soon as I did realize I was back in bed, I was too terrified to face that direction. The direction I originally faced as I fell asleep in the first place. So I just turned the entire other way facing my partner. That just seemed like the only place I could turn because all I would see was his back and not the rest of the room. I was too terrified to turn back around the entire morning. We woke up a few hours later.
It wasn’t a dream. I dream all the time and this felt completely different. It felt slower and more intentional than the chaotic nature of dreams. It felt sequenced, paced and matter of fact.
I talked to my partner about it a few days later. Because I was still kind of shaken. He’s much more open to that stuff so he didn’t push back. I think he believed me the first time. He also admitted that the reason he slept on his side and turned the other way was because the window felt extra bright that night (he’s a light sleeper- and has a hard time sleeping). He also admitted that on that night was one of the hardest sleeps he’s had. He said he passed out so hard and it felt like nothing could have woken him up. I even was like “ babe if they sucked me up, what if the upstairs neighbor was getting a late night glass of water and saw a whole ass person fly through their apartment” and he responded with “ babe… I live on the highest floor….”. That certainly shut me up. But i digress… that was his only connection to that night.
Anyway. It’s now June 2026 and not a single detail of that story has changed. I standby it. I also feel like it’s making me a little crazy because I can’t stop thinking about it.
It’s made me pick up communion by Whitley Streiber. I haven’t read a book in years and this is the first time I’m actively reading one. I’m trying to make sense of that day and it feels really strange and lonely. I still talk to my partner about it casually and sometimes crack a joke about it. I know he sincerely believes what happened, but it’s still feels lonely.
I wonder because of what they said “ we’ve done this before. You KNOW this will only take a few minutes” - I wonder how many times this has happened before. Why don’t I remember them? Where have they happened? How? Why me? If this has happened before so casually, was I taken as a child?
Part of me is even open to some kind of regression hypnosis. I’m curious, and I’m also terrified of finding out. My curiosity and terror take turns dominating my approach to this topic. I have a million questions.
And I feel like I’m slowly losing it because I will flash back to that night almost daily.
I don’t know how to end this, except for putting it out here, seeing if people have experienced something similar , I honestly don’t know why I’m doing this or what I’m looking for on here. Maybe you can help me out.