That Shit Don’t Change with Geography Son! So after the whole going through the ceiling thing, I started to wake up in the middle of the night, paralyzed, laying on some operating table (I don’t remember any operation but the lights above were exactly the same as used in on an operating table), with any number of brown scaled aliens (or humanoids, or genetically modified chimeras, or humans posing as aliens, or who knows), looking down at me. I could never talk or move my head or body and I was always extremely frightened. Sometimes there would be only one alien and sometimes there would be a group. Whenever there was a group it seemed like they were having a study group, just like new interns would come over to look at my chart and discuss me with the leading physician. The thing was, every time they figured out I.. Read More