re: Do you believe in aliens?

I mean I guess you have a point... But in a thought of probability... If you started counting from Zero

Zero would represent no other life... Every subsequent number would represent more life... So the probability of us being the only one is so insignificantly small then I can't put it as a viable option

But yes by... If it's 99.99999999999999999999999% then 0.00000000000000000000001% means there's still a chance...

Like my chance with Karlie Kloss

I believe aliens exist.

But I also believe travel at or beyond the speed of light is impossible, and as such we will never visit nor be visited by any.

We may very well be looking at the light of planets that are now inhabited, but that light reaching us is back from when the planets were uber young. Aliens, if they are in route, will not be getting here any time in the next few million years.

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But I also believe travel at or beyond the speed of light is impossible, and as such we will never visit nor be visited by any.

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This concept of aliens arriving by space ship is understandably all wrong.

Hyperdimensional beings.

of course

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Every time he saw it, he said it would stick around 10 minutes or so and then ascend straight up until he couldn't see it.

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You have described a space elevator that has been under development by several countries for about 20 years. Why our military would be researching it in Iraq is interesting. Maybe it's been perfected and is in use. Don't know.

Aliens? I certainly think they exist. There are 33 billion earth-like planets in our galaxy alone.

We don't yet know if life exists anywhere except here on earth. Does extraterrestrial life know that we exist? Probably not.

ETA: What is a space elevator?

I have had several "encounters" where I wake up in sleep paralysis in my bed with an alien staring at me. The alien then vanishes and I can move and talk again. The most recent one was 2 nights ago. I was terrified because I was home alone and my dog was at my SO's house. The alien looked like a cheesy gray from a cartoon, but it was standing near the foot of my bed where my dog's bed normally is. It stared right at me while I tried hard to move and scream, but I could not. Then it vanished, and suddenly I could move again. The first thing I did was turn on all the lights in the house. I was so cold, I couldn't get warm even with the heater on full blast and all of the blankets in my house piled high on my bed.
































































ETA: probably just nightmares because I watched alien themed TV shows the night each instance has happened. That night I had just watched the "Archer" episode where the gang goes to Area 51.

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Movies like "Prometheus" could well be close to the truth.

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Doesn't evolution debunk that idea?

I've had that sleep paralysis thing around 15 times. The first time I was 12; the last time 5 or 6 years ago. No visualized aliens but usually accompanied by the perceived presence of some powerful (and not amiable) being. I've read/seen some stuff on it. Apparently it's just biological, but it can be scary as hell.

I've had several alien abduction dreams over the past 20 years. From being sucked up into the mothership to being taken via elevator to a shopping mall-sized laboratory 10 miles under Houston. lol. It seems my brain was bent on fricking with itself because a lot of these dreams have been so perfectly orchestrated: I was alone in the house. I went to bed. [Dream begins]. I woke in bed. Encounter. Abduction. Government agents optional. Carried back to bed. [Dream ends]. Woke in bed. The kind of dreams that can leave you wondering if they were dreams, or not. But I do consider them all to have been dreams.

I do have one story, though, that has remained extra curious: Around 4 years ago I went to bed with my wife. [Dream begins]. I woke up, got out of bed, walked out the front door, and was walking down the street. It's the middle of the night and not a creature is stirring. Only now do I start to wonder what I'm doing. Whoosh. Boom. There are the swirls in the sky. It's the god damned aliens. I begin to rise. Their 'tractor beam' is sucking me upward to the ship. There's nothing to do but relax and ride. Then I feel the presence of another human behind me. I turn my head back to look. (I'm still rising). It's Chris C., a younger dude I haven't seen in 5 years, haven't thought about in 4.9. He, too, is being sucked up, apparently from a point circa 200 yards behind me. This is weird. (lol) He moved to St. Louis, Missouri 5 years ago. I know his mother still lives like 8 miles from here; maybe he's visiting her? Did the damned aliens make him walk 8 miles to MY street in order to suck us both up with one tractor beam? Are they that damned efficient? Sucks for Chris.

I woke up before even getting to the ship. In other words, I'm being sucked up into the sky; Chris is being sucked up into the sky behind me. I'm scared shitless that there's going to be needles and probing and omnipotent big-eyed assholes aplenty. I wake up in bed scared as hell. Was it a dream? Did I make it to the ship and undergo the "measurements" and receive the memory block and then return to bed, or was it just a dream that-- thankfully-- ended when I got too scared?

After several minutes of hard heartbeats and breathing and wondering why someone my age should still have nightmares I settle down and go back to sleep. I wake in the morning, blow the whole thing off, and continue my existence. Two weeks later, on a Saturday, Chris shows up to my door. He and his wife and kids have rented a house about 1/6 mile from my house. IN THE VERY DIRECTION FROM WHICH HIS arse WAS BEING LEVITATED IN THE DREAM THAT NIGHT.

He still lives there. I run into him occasionally. I still to this day haven't mustered the courage to ask him, "What do you think of aliens?" I'm scared of two things: 1) He'll think I'm a lunatic. (And his wife is a real gossip guru). or 2) I'll get closer to a truth I'm not sure I'm ready to grasp.

You wouldn't believe the kind of technology at the disposal of the US military.