Good Noon, Insomnia Runs in the Family

I had the deepest conversation ever with my 9-year-old amid his insomnia. His brain trails off to inquisitive places and he will hypothesize potential answers to some of man’s biggest questions. Last night he decided to in-depth discuss aliens why they look a certain way, how they travel, and much more. He had infected my already exhausted and overstimulated brain at 1 am with questions and answers I never expected a 9-year-old to go into.

Last night he discussed the possibility of them looking a certain way because they are in fact wearing some sort of suit. He reached this conclusion because he was bothered by the fact they never blink. Makes sense, different atmosphere and germs and high-speed travel. It makes a lot of sense since we human beings wear suits for all kinds of things such as scuba diving, our astronauts have suits, we have hazmat suits, and so on. He also was curious about if they were traveling through time and hypothesized the possibility of them being humans from the future, he, of course, thinks some look different and that some project the image of being human. He eventually came to the conclusion that he doesn’t think they are a threat but he does recall a dream where they had him a machine and were changing him into an alien and he doesn’t like that. Yes, my child has inherited my alien dreams, which started when he was around the age of 3.

He had a pretty terrifying incident I will never forget. He was 3, and he was sleeping in the bed with me and woke up screaming. He was yelling, ” No! no! Don’t let them get me!” I tried to calm him thinking he has had a nightmare only he didn’t stop. I turned the light on and everything and he was ducking and throwing up his arms like he was blocking someone and yelling. He was hysterical at this point because I couldn’t see what he was seeing. He didn’t sleep with me again for years, he avoided my room for the longest time. When I would ask him why he didn’t want to sleep in my room he would say because of the monsters in the sky. It took an hour that night to calm him all I could do was hold him in hopes of comforting him and protecting him from something I couldn’t see. Both of my children have seen spirit and weird things, there is so much more to the world than meets the eye.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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