Whitley: "What happened to you?"

Joan: "I'll tell you one thing. I was shown a picture of another city they are building. What we're doing now to our planet is killing it little by little, and it's going to come to a point where there's not going to be anything left. I think that they're getting ready to start another world. And there will be people who are a part of that. And it scares me, because I have trouble dealing with what's going on in my life now because I start thinking, This isn't really what's happening. It is ending, and they're telling us that, an they've implied that to me. What we are doing is killing ourselves. And that's scary."

Whitley: "Any other thoughts?"

Jenny: "I think what she's saying in terms of the mediocrity of what we're going through is only in the eyes of people around us, but that the important thing is right here, and some of us really understand what is going on, and maybe they are not 'them,' but they are us and we are them, so if you call them 'them,' and say, 'They are looking at us, they are doing this to us,' it's not right. They are us and we are them, and so. . ."

Whitley: "What happened to you?"

Jenny: "I'm not really sure yet because I've only had one hypnosis, but I remembered something from when I was five years old, a very scary experience, and I've always blocked it. From the time I was five I was afraid. And I saw things in my house, I saw people in my house, and I would wake up screaming."

Whitley: "You mean, not human people?"

Jenny: "I don't know, they were shadows. Small things. I saw once this green thing dripping down the wall. It looked like a very bright green triangular light. And I went screaming into my mother's bedroom, and she said, 'Just go to sleep. Obviously a dream.' And so those are the kinds of things I saw from the time I was about five, and I never connected it with anything, until about six months ago my sister said something to me about it, an experience that she had that she remembered me being in, and I remembered it but I'd thought it was a dream."

Whitley: "In February I had a triangular piece taken out of my skin on my arm."

Mary: "The best way for me to live with this is just not to believe it. I mean, there's a part of me that doesn't. The part of me that lives every day doesn't."

Whitley: "How much of this experience have you had?"

Mary: "A lot, since I was about five."

Whitley: "How much, would you say? How many times?"

Mary: "Seven. Eight, nine, ten."

Whitley: "Has anything happened to anybody else you know?"

Mary: "My whole family. Neighbors, quite a few friends. From before I ever knew them.