Memories and dreams

 

They are not grey. 

They are beige, or tan. 

If that’s even them, that is. I think the entities with which I, and others interacted

 were an interface device. I was 11 the first time they took me up. It was not that

 bad, all things considered. The initial contact is beyond terrifying, but they ease

 you up real fast once you are with them. I don’t want to say “once you are onboard”

 because I’m not entirely sure that is what happens. They never hurt me.

 Not physically. They took samples, I think, from my nose and my wrists.

 They can’t read our minds, but they understand our language. All languages

 probably. They can however make you hear them inside your head, but not

 exactly in words. I don’t really know how to describe it: they point at things.

 Point at ideas (if that makes sense) to communicate with us. And you have

 to speak, physically, to give them information. I have no idea what they want.

 They never answered my questions. Not directly. Like, if I asked “where do

you come from?” all I got was the thought of “far”. 

“Very far”. 

Their technology is effectively indistinguishable from magic. They showed

 me footage, some kind of VR footage that plays in your head like if it was a

 memory, or what you see when someone describes something to you in great

 detail. They have been visiting us for a long time, but they take no part in the 

way history plays out. They like marine animals more than they like us. They 

are very interested in art. In the concept of art. They are interested in the way 

we interact with others. Sometimes they put you in a situation where you have 

to solve a puzzle with another person, someone with whom you don’t share a

 language. I remember having to do one that was about classification, I don’t

 remember the details, but I was partnered with an old asian lady. We 

succeeded, but nothing happens if you fail. Like, they won’t punish you or anything. 

They regard us as animals, but are aware of our sentience. It seems like they 

don’t want to hurt us, but don’t really care much for our comfort. They mess

 our perception of time real bad. And memories are blurry and patchy. 

It feels like a dream.