Well.

I'm not entirely sure if this is fiction or not. Bugs me. Exciting, but I still doubt the reality of it. Either I'm really gullible to some extent, or I'm crazy to some extent, or this is REAL to some extent.
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So.

I lay down, and I close my eyes, and I'm off. I direct my mind out to above my city, and then above Earth. I'm in space, and then I hear a voice, it sounds sorta like a professor. I can't exactly remember all of this, but it was something like "We got him, can you hear me? Hello?" And I said hello, and there was a bang and my view flipped, like a television screen. It straightened back out, and my view turned to a man that I wish I could get the drawing for here, but I can describe him.
He was in a white lab coat, with gray/white hair for his beard and hair that went around his mouth, like a moustache. It makes him look... professorial. Also, he has a pair of glasses that sit in front of either blue or gray eyes, with a broad, hard nose and a faint smile. His skin was tanned.
"All right, we have you clear."
"Where... or who are you?"
"You are in a ship above the Earth. I... follow you. That's my job."
"Is this real?"
"Perhaps. Right now, you are imagining it, so on some level I would believe that yes, this scenario exists, at least on some parallel world, if not your world and time."
I tried to imagine myself, my body there.
"Good, try that, that way we won't have to carry you in this little box."
I stood up, and looked down. The floor was glass, with an incredible view of the Earth and its atmosphere below. Not all that impressive. I looked up, and saw the rest of the man, along with a woman next to him, in similar regalia. She was continuously looking at a clipboard or notepad in her hand and occasionally looking at me, and then back again. She had boring features. Calm, collected, dull. Brown hair, blue eyes, white skin.
"Well, I'm glad to meet you, finally."
"Are you..."
"Yes, every now and then we talk to you. Guide you, that sort of thing. Not very directly, but occasionally we represent some of your self-reflections."
He invited me into a command like center. In it, there was a view of the Earth as seen from the side of the ship, with a large keyboard with both black and glowing blue symbols on it.
There were two chairs, they sat down. I stood near the panel, wondering what it was. The black letters were English characters, that were situated in the center of the keyboard. But, the entire keyboard had blue runic symbols on it.
"Those are for convenience. Sometimes, it is necessary to use the English characters for communication, like as we are doing right now, but the runes are for different ideas, that strung together form a concept larger than the individuals themselves. We made it up."
"So who are you?"
"Well, I am Professor Gail. My first name is Gerald. This-" points at the woman "- is Sarah Gail."
I shook his hand, and hers. Hers was a clammy hand, firm, but sort of unpleasant.
"Don't worry, she's kinda like that. Right, Susan?"
"It's Sarah. Are you still confusing me with her?"
"No, no... it's just..."
"So why are you here?"
"Well, I work for the Grays."
"Huh?"
"I was forced to work here. I can barely remember who I was before I came here. I know I was some sort of scientist..."
"So I've got the Grays looking at me."
"Well, now you do."
The door opened. It was a sliding door, with a hydraulic release. It came apart in two parts, much like some of the futuristic doors in Star Wars. In it was a Gray. This wasn't a typical-looking Gray. Its head was bulbous, sort of, in fact, much like a light bulb. It had two black, circular eyes against a grey head, with a small nose and mouth. Its eyes had two pupils, sort of, it was hard to tell if they were reflections or pupils. I didn't get to know, because it reached out at me with two long-fingered hands and touched my head.
My vision immediately blacked out. Back in the real world, I had a sort of headache. I still got communication from Gerald.
"You there?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, they are doing something to you... they have you on a table. I think I was set up to do this, I'm not sure if I was used to lure you here."
"Oh."
"Strangely, they have let me in the room where they have you body as they do things to you."
"What things?"
There was a pain-like sensation in the right-back of my head and the right-back of my neck.
"It seems to be a tracking device of sorts. It's something in your head, for sure. I wouldn't look forward to a good sleep tonight."
"Great."
It continued, and the sensation went away.
The spider (from the last imagination) came in.
"Are you okay?"
"Who are you?"
"I know him. Who are you?"
"Erm, I work for the Grays."
"Ohh, them. I hate them. I hate you too, by association. As long as you work for this group, you still will be a part of them, much like an evil corporation is still made up of humans. The corporation would have no power to do evil if there were no one backing it up. Thus, since you are a part of it, I hate you as well."
"Um. Okay."
"But I will tolerate you."
I came back to.
"Be safe."
"Okay... thanks."
The spider went away.
I was standing back in the control room.
"So, we are going to do something."
Gail made a map on the screen where the side view was.
"This is Mercury, Venus--strange, by the way, that you still use the Greek and Roman names-- Earth, Mars, the asteroid belt," - a close-up view of the inside of the asteroid belt appeared on the screen, as though the ship were suddenly there--"and this is your galaxy"-- suddenly we were taking a long objective view of the Milky Way Galaxy--"and this is the Andromedan Galaxy. The one that will collide with yours in a few hundred billion years?" The view shifted to the Andromedan Galaxy, whose core set of stars was purplish in color, as opposed to ours, which is white. Suddenly, my vision blacked out, and my eyes rolled up here in this world. There was an effect so that there was a circle made of the texture of the neural flashes, except this was definitely a circle. While this was happening, I heard, "and this is planet (something)res, or for your convenience, Planet A of the (something) system, of the Andromedan Galaxy, as opposed to Earth of the Sol system of the Milky Way Galaxy." I saw it in my mind, it was either the third or second around a purplish sun.
Suddenly I was in a grassy glade, in the middle of a jungle. The sky was blue, with a sun much like ours. Ahead of me, there was a small creek, with a small stone bridge across it. The bridge couldn't have been more than a few yards long. The creek came from the forest, ran in a line perpendicular to my vision, and went back into the forest. It seemed to separate the glade from the cleared jungle that lay in front of me. I moved forward, and saw that a body moved in front of me instead of me. The body turned around (it didn't seem to be me), slightly irritated, and grabbed me, or my vision anyways. It went to the river, and turned me so that I was facing the water. I saw that what was me was actually an orb, a white orb, that I supposed was my soul. The body pressed the orb into itself, and I was in control of the body. I looked, and felt it, and it did not seem to be me. In any case, I was stuck in it.
Behind me, something was coming. I turned around, and there was a metal pod that flew towards the glade, and landed where I had started. Two panels slid off the side, and some men resembling Navy S.E.A.L.s came out either side. They looked around, and saw me, and shot at me. The bullets, when they hit my body, disappeared into small pools of light. I looked back up, and saw that they had thrown grenades at me. I stood there (idiot) and the grenades went off, the resulting blast being kind of neat to look at, but not doing much harm to me. It was kinda warm. After that, the men were looking at me with worried looks. I rose into the air, and zapped them with electricity from my fingers. I wasn't really doing it, but the body, sort of, was doing it. It just kinda happened.
I got a few of them before they retreated back into their ships. Then, somehow, probably by the pod flying over me, it snagged me and had me in handcuffs. I was soaring over the jungle, when my body made the handcuffs break. I plummeted, and landed safely in the jungle.
It was very dark. I could barely see my own hands. Suddenly, there was a rustling. I looked around, and there were two eyes staring at me. Red eyes. The creature leaped out at me.
It was sort of like a fox. It had multiple tails, was more rounded lengthwise (not fat), was very strong, and had an intelligent light to its eyes.
"Who are you?" it snarled.
"What.. what.."
It had me pinned down. "Who are you, or I'll rip you to pieces."
"Eh.. uh.. Zick Sariah!"
Zick Sariah was a moniker I've considered using. It feels like I know it somehow.
"Who is that? I do not know who that is, if that is what you are, then I will kill you!"
"(my name)!"
It backed off of me.
"(my name)? Oh, then that is okay. The leader has told me to expect you. Come."
It went into the woods, and I followed.
After a little running, I asked it why it attacked me.
"You were in my territory."
"Your territory? What are you?"
"My tribe is of the Yatsi. We are territorial, ever since you humans came."
"Huh?"
"You humans forced us out from roaming, our free space is not free. We hate the humans for robbing us of our freedom to wander. Now, we are forced to hide here, where we do not have to deal with you. The jungle, however vast, is limited, and we have little space to suit our needs. We are forced to draw lines, except where we are heading now, which is the leader's territory, at the center of all territories, which is open to all, even you humans."
"Hm."
We arrived there. It was a little lighter, for there was a fire burning in a clear patch, even though the forest growth still made it dark.
"How.."
"We can still use our mouths to carry things. And we breathe fire."
I doubted the last statement.
"Tucker! You have found him."
On the other side of the fire was a larger (I think) Yatsi. I didn't see much of a difference.
"You may go, Maiisi." the leader one said to a Yatsi he was with. Maiisi looked at me, and then she turned away into the darkness.
"You may go too, Tucker."
Tucker, the one who had found me, left as well, although not without a glare at me.
"So, you are?"
"(my name)."
"Are you sure? That does not look like your body. I was expecting someone different."
"Well, what about Zick Sariah?"
"Oh! That makes sense. He's a good lad, to lend you his body. You must be a good friend of his."
"So this isn't me?"
"No, your normal body wouldn't be able to help you survive very well here. His body comes with a set of reflexes, so that should you come in danger, his magic would help you."
I told about the ambush at the glade.
"Ah yes, that was his body, and not yours."
"So who are you?"
"I am Shermonttu."
"You have strange names."
"It might partly be your interpretation of what is happening up here."
"Oh. So what am I here for?"
"Training."
"What?"
"Well, to be up here and survive, you'll have to develop your own body and skills here. I suppose Zick let you have his body so you could get here. Now, we can start."
If you've watched The Matrix, you'll recall a scene where Neo was learning Ju Jitsu. Well, imagine that room, and that's where I was, in a karate suit, facing Shermottu, except now he was in a humanoid form, with a regular body, but a Yatsi head, also in a karate suit.
My conscience or vision was slightly lagging behind my real body. However, I corrected after a little bit. I looked down, and was satisfied I was looking at my body again.
The first thing he did was kick me in the chin.
This sent me to the ceiling. My head poked out and saw a Japanese or Chinese village laid out before me, urban-like, but medieval Asian. Smoke coming out of smoke stacks, people milling in the tight streets with their large straw, cone-like hats.
It seems the second thing he did was get me from beneath.
I flew into the air, with the whole of the village beneath me. I saw that the village had a main road that led up to the building that I was recently evacuated from. The building looked over the rest of the village, it being the tallest.
Slowly, gradually, I started to fall. I landed semi-softly on a street, luckily where no one was standing at that particular moment. The rest of the crowd looked at me and drew back. There was an oriental commotion, Chinese or something similar because of the relative softness or lack of sharp consonants. However, the crowd was focused on me. A woman came rushing through the crowd, and blurted her language at me. She got me up, and led me to her quarters. The crowd withdrew to let me and her through. I was given suspicious looks.
We came in, and she laid me down onto a bed of hers. I think she was a village healer. She began applying a series of creams to my butt, hands, legs, torso, and face, where there was bruising or injury. All the while she kept trying to talk to me, and kept responding in a fashion that indicated that I couldn't understand her.
Eventually she stopped, and said, telepathically, "You speak English?"
"Yes..."
"Oh. You must come from Earth, in Sol."
"Yes."
"Wow, it has a long time since I have been there. A few times, a few hundred years. I did not think that I would hear of it again. I guess I am wrong. Excuse me for my language, I am not that good."
"It's all right."
"I am Xi Nu Long."
"Hello.."
"Ahh. You should rest. Here, take this blue vial."
She handed me a small blue vial.
"What will it do?"
"Drink it, and you will rest. You might have a dream, you might not."
I drank it. Soon, I was asleep there. I woke up soon thereafter. I was still awake here; it is very strange to be asleep at one place, and awake in another.
She directed me out to the street. Immediately, a man came around the corner, yelling something.
Xi didn't seem too worried. Everyone else, though, started to panic. Around the corner came Shermonttu, and immediately everyone started to flee. I ran to him, and we started back to the building.
"Why did they run?"
"Oh, they fear us."
"Why is that?"
"We haven't dealt too nicely with them. Still, it's them who were afraid of us, not the other way around. Sigh... sometimes I wish they hadn't settled here. Things might have been better. They were the first aggressors, you know."
"Oh."
"They're good, but some of our members, like Tucker, are very anxious about your race. I'm not sure why, though. It seems to be something about them that makes some of us so angry. It's annoying sometimes. Still, all disputes wind up with me, and I deal with them to the best of my ability."
(I am not sure about the last 3 paragraphs, if they existed. However, I kind of got that sense.)
So, we were back at the dojo.
"You are going to learn magic. Now, you have already made a sign for fire, is that correct?"
"Yes."
It involved drawing a simple symbol with some lines and dots, then making three motions with my hands.
"See if it works here. Here is a pencil and paper."
He gave me such, and I drew the symbol, performed the hand motion, and the paper was ablaze. It was consumed in about ten seconds.
"Now, I want you to learn water."
"How is that?"
"Well, and making a ball at the same time. Make a symbol."
I made a symbol something like sigma, except reversed about a line, so that there are two squiggles.
"Now, associate a word."
It went something like "Tsumingo".
"Now, practice it. But not on paper. That will make the paper wet. Make the symbol in the air, hold your hands about eight inches apart, and say the word. Envision a ball of water between you hands."
I did so, and there was a ball of water in my hands.
"Now, just push it towards me."
I made a pushing motion, and it went towards him. It made a small splash against him.
"Good. Now, a modifier. To make the ball larger, make a word that you can associate with big, and envision a ball about two feet wide. This modifier, if done right, will apply to all spells, amplifying their effect. Go ahead."
I made a word similar to "Granden" Then, I made the motion, and said the word with the modifier as a prefix. "granden tsumingo", I suppose. There was a ball of water two feet wide, with my hands near the 5 o' clock and 7 o' clock positions. I pushed this towards him, and he was drenched.
He dried off (with a spell I presume).
"Good. The modifier can be applied many times, such that "granden-granden-tsumingo" would probably either get you a ball as big as this room, or drench this entire building, based on what you want. Three times would probably make it rain, if you drew it in the sky. Of course, you'd have to be in the sky first."
"Now make a ball of fire."
I did so, and I had a flame between my hands.
"Good, good. You are done with the learning today. I will see you again."
With that, I blacked out, and was on the ship.
"How did it go?" said Gerald Gail.
"Pretty good."
We went out to the deck where I first came on board. Sarah was with us.
"I suppose it is time to go. Well, I'll see you."
He gave me a kiss, and I went to Sarah, who looked me in the eye, and said, "Be careful."
Now, the next part I'm kind of amazed at. It seemed completely against the nature of Gerald Gail. A Gray entered the room right after she said that, and he turned at the alien, drew a sword out of nowhere, rushed the alien, and ran it through. The alien died immediately.
The door was still open, and Gerald rushed through, where I saw more green Gray blood spatter out the door, with accompanying noises. Apparently, there were a lot, for he stayed in there before he came back into the room I was in, where a door to the left (the door he just came through being to the right) of the door that led to the command center had just opened with a reptilian coming through. The professor drew another sword and rushed him, slicing it before it had a chance. There started to be more, coming from both directions, and Gail, in his fit of rage, kept on slicing and dicing. Green, red, maybe blue blood spilled from a variety of creatures.
Sarah turned to me.
"He's got us into this, I suppose we have to help now that we can't go back." She said this in a calm way as she handed me a pistol/shotgun, and drew a semiautomatic machine gun out of her coat. She started to shoot at the aliens to the left, so that he could deal with the ones on the right. I simply sat there and watched the whole ordeal.
There was a pause, and we took the opportunity to go to the left door. I stood in between Sarah and Gerald, Sarah being closest to the door we had entered. There were more coming, and Gerald kept hacking at them in the direction of the new door, and Sarah in the direction we had come in, occasionally helping with Gerald.
Then, I was back here.
Eventually, after mulling over this adventure into the imagination (?), I went to sleep. I got up in the middle of the night, and made myself remember all this from beginning to end. I had barely gone back to sleep when the alarm rang at 5:45 to mark a new day.

I've either got a creative mind worth pursuing a career with, or this stuff is real.
Sometimes truth is more interesting than fiction.

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