So /x/ i have a confession to make.
And i don't like to admit it, because it makes me seem crazy... I guess it's oc but it isn't pasta, it's completely true.
/x/, i think aliens abducted me as a child.

Now i know how fucking insane it sounds but bare with me because i've thought about it and it's the only decision i can come to...

So from the age of about 5 i began to have a recurring dream.
I would be on a metal table, unable to move with tall dark figures moving around me.
The room i was in was my living room... But reversed, like... the door was on the right, tv on the left, etc...
If i looked down towards my feet the window was there (makes sense because that's how the layout of the room was) but through the window was a dog (A sheepdog actually) and a white goose. They both had huge, completely black eyes and were watching me intently, they were genuinely terrifying and seemed to invoke a deep fear, that seems totally unnecessary given the situation, i should be more scared of the people moving around me.
I cannot clearly see what the figures are, but here's where it gets weird.

When i was first having this dreams over and over my parents passed it off as an overactive imagination and the fucked that i was a little fucked up. (i was once sent home from school at the age of 5 for drawing hellraiser, it was mostly lots of red scribbles but the teacher hated my explanation of it... I have always had an unhealthy interest in horror films.).
So anyway you can see why my parents just thought it was nightmares, until i was 7 that is.
I told my mum that the people had been hurting me, she thought i was just fucked up and started getting shitty with my dad for letting me watch horror movies (his theory was "let him watch whatever he wants, he'll scare himself so bad he wont want to watch them" it didn't work like that).
Then late one night i ran into my parents bedroom with a stab wound on my stomach, my parents obviously freaked and on the way to the hospital, when i had stopped crying, they finally asked me what happened i weakly sniffled out that it was the people in my dreams, the ones who come at night.
Upon hearing this my parents freaked. They ended up taking me to a child psychologist and there was nothing out of the ordinary about me besides the recurring dream and my morbid fascination with horror movies. So we were sent home and my parents were told not to worry, it was just normal kid stuff.

Fast forward 2 years and besides from a few nights where i'd awake from my dreams with scratches, and in one case, a missing patch of hair nothing major had happened and my parents were confused but sort of accepted it, especially as i didn't even tell them every time i woke from the dream with physical injuries.
Then, one night, i awoke from the dream and started screaming. My parents ran in worried and found me sprawled on blood stained sheets too weak to move with a huge slice along the underneath of my forearm.
Once again i was rushed to the hospital and after telling them that it was the people in my dreams the doctors put me under evaluation.
So i was kept in hospital for a few days, but i wasn't found to be crazy so the doctors released me. They told my parents to put a nanny cam in my room in case it happens again (my parents now told me they suspected that i was self harming).
A few weeks later i ran into my parents room in the middle of the night complaining that the back of my neck was bleeding... A lot.
They checked it out and there was a deep cut along the back of my neck and top of my back.
Before we went to the hospital my father checked the nanny cam (it was inside a teddy, i didn't even know about it).
This is where shit got serious. The nanny cam was fine until it flicked out and showed static between about 1am and 3:30am... Just after 3:30am the camera returned to normal and it was me laying on the bed, covers on the floor, blood on the sheets. A minute or so	later it showed me getting out of the bed and running into my parents bedroom.
My parents freaked out and went into the other room to talk. I couldn't hear what it was but 1 week later we'd moved into a house that my dad owned (inherited) but never got any use. My parents figured that because the dreams were about the house we currently lived in, if we moved out whatever it is might stop.

So we moved into this house and it was great for about a year, i had the dream quite a few times but no physical injuries besides the odd scratch.
Then one night i had a dream that i was being dragged downstairs in a sort of... Floating bag. They dragged me down the stairs and out of the front	door	into a field (we lived out in the country). Then	i was	pulled up by lots	of hands into something i can't quite remember, it's as if it was blocked from my memory. At which point i began to feel sick and i passed out.

dad go to bed... Then we fall asleep.
The next morning my mum comes back at around 10am and finds me led on the bed in my room (that hasn't been used in AGES) with what looks like a drill wound in my leg. with blood all over my sheets.
My dad was found passed out later on in the same field i was previously found in.
The lock on the door was broken off... as if someone had pushed it from the other side.
I gave the usual "it was the monsters from my dreams" speech and then something mindblowing happened... My dad talked about having the same dreams except, instead of the house i lived in for the first few years of my life, it was his childhood home with the room again reversed. So then it all stopped.
As abruptly as it started, the dreams stopped. I didn't wake up with my bed covered in blood and then gradually i began to sleep with one parent, and then in my room on my own... and the dreams didn't come back.
Everyone was relieved, we talked to some close family and friends about it but we really didn't want other people knowing about what had happened.

>Now i know how fucking insane it sounds C'mon dude it's /x/ EVERYTHING sounds bannana-nut CRACKERS
>mfw I just typed this and you read it in a British accent

Until i was seventeen.
I was staying with some friends and we were drinking and smoking weed.
So we all eventually fall asleep at like 3am, and then the next morning i was in my room at my house. My parents had found me and woke me up, there was blood coming out from under my armpit and it was as usual all over the sheets. I had been sliced with a sharp instrument from under my armpit about 3 inches down.
I had a vague memory of the dream but it wasn't as clear as it normally was, i talked to my parents about it and we decided that the alcohol and weed had stopped me remembering what had happened as well as i normally do.
My friends called me later in the day and asked what had happened to me, i told them my parents called me early in the morning and needed me to go home. An obvious lie but i couldn't tell them what had really happened.

So it happens on and off. maybe once a month and i'd wake up with minor injuries or i'd wake up in the field... Or both.
I was older now, the injuries weren't really major and provided i'd wrapped them properly they'd heal completely without a scar a lot of the time. I could deal with it now.
Recently though they began escalating. My father was moved into the field a few times and my mother was harmed (she had her upper thigh sliced open.
Which brings us to our most recent thing... Two nights ago actually. There was a deep indented wound (sort of like a bullet was shot into it) on my lower shin, and on my foot loads of small stab (?) wounds. It doesn't look bad now but it was bleeding profusely when it first happened. I dreamed the usual dream about the dark figures and i'm now staying with relatives in the city.
This is the worst thing that's happened beyond scratches in a long time. There was blood everywhere in my bed.
I have no idea what to do, especially as they have become more and more aggressive towards my parents recently (besides the two things i mentioned, they have been having the dream too and waking up with small scratches and bruises on their bodies.)
I don't want people to be hurt because of me and i'm unbelievably scared.
Has anyone else dealt with ANYTHING like this?

go on I have to crash but will look for this in the morning

sorry if it just looks like a wall of text by the way.
I suggest you read it anyway.

OP. can you discribe the creatures a little more in depth?

On a side note:
> Aliens are within

>>8290916
Greys, as in a certain 'type'?
Please explain!

>>8290856 damn, tripped wrong.

they don't look deep in the pics but you can tell by the redness that they are...
This is the hole on my leg

Skinny and tall. Sort of human but overly long arms... Wounds on my foot (the little stab things)
>Yes you can see thee veins in my arm and the bones in my foot, i'm a skinny fuck. And yes my feet are gross. Stay on topic please.
ill try to explain as best as i can. not an expert, but alot of the aliens you hear about, and the alien "look" are based off the looks of "greys" OPs picture is a grey.

yeah my first pic was just to catch interest to be honest...

Drawing a scene from the dream now...