The first incident occurred about 1970 and the second in 1998 and I have no actual memory of being "abducted" nor any bad dreams or trauma, only sets of circumstantial evidence.

Abduction number one Took place around 1970 during a solo cycling holiday round East Anglia when I was 22 years old. I camped for the night in a field north of Kings Lynn, and never bothered to put the tent up because it was a sultry night, and I just laid on my back in my sleeping bag staring up at the stars, my bike propped against the hedgerow alongside.

Suddenly I was startled by a light-coloured fuzzy blob that flew silently across my field of vision before vanishing in the sea mist over the wash. It came and went so quickly that I had no real time to focus on it or judge its size and distance properly, all I can say for sure is that it was about moon-size and was in sight for a scant 3 or 4 seconds.

Although it did seem to be glowing a faint off-white, this could have been caused by the street lamps of Kings Lynn (some few miles away) illuminating it.

I merely assumed it must have been a night bird with light plumage, and turned over and went to sleep.

I woke next morning after an apparently good nights sleep and was amazed to find I was no longer in the same field, but had somehow hedgehopped in the night into the next field, lock stock and barrel, still in my sleeping bag and with my bike alongside!

After scratching my head for a while, I simply assumed that I must have sleepwalked, or voluntary moved to the new field without remembering having done so, and just got on with the rest of my holiday which went off smoothly without a hitch. Although a bit puzzling, I never gave thought to a possible UFO connection.

Bach home, I began to get dizzy spells which I’ve continued to get ever since, and I also had a fascinating period of bizarre coincidences or synchronicities for several years before they tailed off, but have had one or two classics every year since then,(but that’s another intriguing story!)

Also, I felt strongly drawn towards the bible, mysticism, theology and philosophy, as well as towards Shakespeare (who incidentally I believe to show signs of being abducted), even though I’m a basically simple sort of chap who was bored stiff at school by religious instruction and Shakespeare!

I also noticed a star shaped scar on my right thumb, without knowing how it got there. On rare occasions too, street lights flicker as I pass by them, and on top of everything I found I’d become mildly psychic, able to intuitively know what somebody is going to say in his or her next sentence, etc.

But above all, the world in general now began to bore me with the silliness of most of its inhabitant, and I wanted no part of the mad herd. ("Man delights not me, nay nor woman neither", Hamlet)

Although as I said I’ve had no bad dreams, I have had one or two "uncomfortable ones" in which I’m standing at the huge view-port or screen aboard a craft out somewhere in space, looking down on an unspecified planet and feeling the heat of a sun on my face from off to one side, and I began feeling totally disoriented and ill at ease. As regards to "flashbacks", I have none worth mentioning, apart from an image of a white building on an earth-type planet somewhere that is buried in my subconscious and which I sense is a good place in some way.

Abduction number two occurred in 1998 on yet another cycling holiday, this time along the shore of the wash. Nowhere near as spectacular as the "Hedgehop" abduction/teleportation, it nevertheless contains several interesting feartures:- I set up camp outside Spalding, Lincs, in a field, this time inside my tent, but for some reason I couldn’t seem to sleep, it was as if the atmosphere was in some way statically charged, even though it was a calm clear night with no thunderstorms.

I tossed and turned trying to drift off, and must of succeeded because the next thing I knew I was in a dream in which I was outside the tent, walking towards a clump of trees across the field. That’s all, as I then found myself back in my sleeping bag in the tent, with dawn arriving, much too early, as if time had gone missing. So I packed up everything and continued with my holiday which went off smoothly.

This second abduction wouldn’t normally rate a mention except for the fact that over the next couple of days a large brownish bruise appeared on my right shin, strangely not the least bit painful to the touch, yet I had no idea what caused it! It faded away normally over the following week or two. I think I read in UFO Magazine or a book that such painless bruises are indicative of possible abduction.

Those then are the basic facts of my two "abductions" if that’s what they were, and needless to say have generated a whole barrow load of my theories and sub-theories over the years, too many by far to expound now. They are, as the saying goes, another story.

Footnote:- I went to the doctor in December 1999 with general lassitude, he took blood for tests but when I went back to learn the results a couple of weeks later she said "I’m sorry, but your case notes and results have somehow gone missing." (They turned up eventually and showed nothing abnormal, according to her.)

Now if I had a suspicious mind and a touch of paranoia, what fun I could have dreaming up an explanation! For example, lets suppose that all blood-testing labs everywhere are under secret instructions from some secret Government department to forward any blood samples that display "abductee characteristics" to a super secret lab that specialises in rigorous analysing blood from alleged abductees in order to unlock any secrets placed there by the aliens?

Hence my samples temporarily going missing. Am I now to expect being a victim of a Milab (see UFO Magazine Nov-Dec 1999) and incarcerated by the military while they take me apart looking for more alien secrets? Sounds fun.

Mike Jee