Hello Mr. Lentz,
I came across your website after I did a search for any information on contacts with aliens of a reptile-like race. My story isn't quite like the other letters you get, but so much of my story exists in the past in memories.
Memories that only recently reveal themselves after years of being hidden deep in my mind. I'm a single mom of two wonderful kids. One boy age 12 and a sweet baby girl who is just turning 9. I work as a customer service administrator for a large retail chain. I've been divorced for 7 years from a man who worked for the airline industry, but have been working on rebuilding that relationship even though we live on separate coasts.
4 nights ago I took my kids to see the film, "Rango" about a lizard in the old west. The kids were having a great time. I was enjoying myself watching them when I began to feel nauseous and dizzy. I began to get the sweats and have hot flashes. I had recently started a new diet and thought that might be it, or the flu that was beginning to go around at work.
I let the kids watch the film and made my way to the ladies room. In the like I was so sick. I splashed water on my face and gripped the sink for dear life. Looking in the mirror I started having flashbacks like I was remembering a dream or actually a nightmare. I kept seeing that lizard's face and seeing a bright light being flashed in my eyes. What was happening to me?
I made my way back to the theatre and walked down the dark hallway that lead to the stadium seating, but the memory of being carried into a tunnel and having tall lizards removing my clothes crashed into my mind. I looked down and could see I was about 13 or 14 years old and I was on an examination table next to my school teacher Miss Daniels. She too was stripped bare and they were incepting a long silver rod into her vagina or rectum, I was unable to see clearly from my table. Then I see I'm maybe 17 years old and I'm aboard a space craft as an older lizard that I seem to know slides open part of the floor and up walks a baby lizard with blonde hair and the older lizard tells me, "This is your child, too."
The baby lizard girl is told to hug me and she hesitantly does just that and I'm shocked awake by a young usher who has grabbed my arm. I was laying flat on my back and there were other theatre employees standing over me. I ask them about my kids and one goes to check on them. They walk me to the lobby and into the manager's office and they put a wet washcloth on my forehead. They are so worried about me they give me several free passes for more movies.
I take my kids and I go home. I pretended we were going camping and built a tent in my bedroom just so the kids could sleep next to me that night. What do you think happened to me? Can any of this be real? I would like to hear from any other people from your website if they have something like this going on in their life. I'm afraid I'm going insane and that my children may be in danger.
Thanks for reading my letter,
Tammi
