"She says, 'Yes, I'm old.'

"She's lookin' — lookin' at me. [ Moves head back, then to left and right, as if being held by the chin and examined.] She's lookin' real close. She's got a matchbox. No, it's not a matchbox." (In this exchange. I remembered a deep, basso profundo voice. She then told me that an operation would he performed.) "'Aww, what is it? What do you mean an operation?

What do you mean, an operation? What do you mean, an operation?' I'm getting real scared again. Real scared. Because I cannot do a thing about this. I don't even want to look up at this.

"Can we help you stop screaming? Can we help you stop screaming?

"'You could let me smell you.' She puts her cheek up by my face. They are here. You have to understand that. They are here. 'I'm not going to let you do an operation.'

"'We won't hurt you.'

"'I'm not gonna let you do an operation on me. You have absolutely no right.'

"'We do have a right.'

"That was it, bang. There was nothing to it. I thought they were gonna cut my whole head open. There was nothing to it."

Dr. Klein: "What happened?" '

"Just a bang back behind my head, that's all. Not loud. Just bang. She's sittin' right in front of me the whole time, just lookin' at me. They're moving around back there." (I could sense them, but I was looking at her. She drew something up from below.) "Jesus, is that your penis?' I thought it was a woman [Makes a deep, grunting sound.] That goes right in me.

[Another grunt.] Punching it in me, punching it in me. I'm gonna throw up on them. [Pause.]"

(They began trying to open my mouth with their hands.) "'What do you keep wanting to do that to my mouth for?' They keep trying to put something in my mouth. They're real. They're real. Put up her cheek right to me, and they're real! That's the incredible thing here. I've still got this thing in me and it'd be nice to take it out. [Pause. Long breath.] I had a chance to look around in here. And there's a bench, and there's something like a pair of old clothes lying over there on the side. And there's a door. A round door. And it's closed. It has a little black nubbin in it. In the middle of it. And it's closed." (I heard a murmur.) "What the hell did she say to me.

"Voice: 'You are our chosen one.'

"I don't believe that for a minute. It's ridiculous."' (They asked how I knew that it's ridiculous.) "'How did I know that? Because it is ridiculous. Sing that song to somebody else.

And also I want to go home.'"

Dr. Klein: "What did they say?"