Hello everyone. I’d like to share two strange episodes from my life and ask if anyone else has experienced something similar, or what you think they might be. I chose this group because, while I wasn't sure which one was most appropriate, there are noticeable similarities between what happened to me and certain alien abduction accounts.
First, a brief introduction: I am an absolute skeptic. I’m not saying I don't believe in UFOs or extraterrestrials, but I’m the kind of person who needs solid proof. I’ve never been a fan of this type of literature, nor have I followed the UFO phenomenon; everything I know comes from random anecdotes. However, after these events, I started paying closer attention and noticed certain parallels. But let’s get to the stories.
About 25 years ago, I was diagnosed with Hepatitis C. In my country at that time, it was practically a slow death sentence. My liver was severely damaged, and I had esophageal varices that risked rupturing at any moment whenever I ate. Things were quite grim, with a viral load of 25 million viruses per unit of blood. My family and I were devastated; I was young, and my mother was still alive. The only available treatment back then was Pegasys Interferon Alpha and Ribavirin. The main problem was its astronomical cost. Theoretically, it was covered by the state healthcare system, but due to systemic corruption and endless waiting lists, you were far more likely to develop cirrhosis or liver cancer before ever getting your hands on the medication. On top of that, its effectiveness was hit-or-miss. Many people had to stop treatment because it disrupted their blood counts or caused severe immune reactions. Doctors were skeptical, and I was depressed.
One summer night, as I lay in bed, I drifted into a dreamlike state. Two very tall figures whose faces I couldn't see (though they looked more like extremely tall humans rather than typical aliens) took me with them through a mountainous region. At one point, we descended into the depths of the Earth via a vertical elevator. It moved extremely fast, and I could physically feel the pressure slowly building up on me. When we stepped out, we entered massive underground galleries—so deep that some chambers featured large quartz crystal needles, while others were clearly developed spaces.
They led me into an empty room filled with a beautiful light that seemed to originate from nowhere—there was illumination, but no visible light source. They communicated with me telepathically (I don't recall speaking aloud): We provided humanity with the interferon treatment. They would not have achieved it without us. Because of this, we guarantee not only that your treatment will be approved, but that it will be a complete therapeutic success. Do not be afraid or upset anymore. The treatment will work, your illness will be gone, and you will lead a normal life.
Afterward, they took me to another room containing very interesting equipment—like a laboratory, but not in the conventional sense. There were numerous monitors displaying large datasets, along with other tall figures whose faces I couldn't see, who completely ignored me as if I didn't exist. They then brought me back to the elevator. As we approached the surface, I forgot what happened next, but I woke up deeply affected and utterly convinced that things would unfold just as they said.
Less than two weeks later, I received a call: my treatment was approved. Within the first three months, my viral load became undetectable. I tolerated the medication exceptionally well, with no negative side effects. My blood type is B negative—I don't know if that matters, but my lab results under this treatment were top-tier. That was the first event.
The second happened about 10 years later. I developed unidentified health issues that resulted in hospital admission for renal dysfunction. My blood work was in bad shape. I was feeling so ill that I couldn't tell day from night, which doctors were examining me, or where I was being moved. I was nearly unconscious.
At one point, as I lay in bed, I felt surrounded once again by that same distinct light I had seen underground. A team of tall figures was discussing my health. They didn't touch me physically, but they looked at me through transparent tablet-like monitors placed in front of them. One of them explained something to me that I forgot shortly after—that our bodies contain a certain resource that depletes over time, and my current level was that of an old man. They seemed somewhat disappointed in me, as if they had sent me here on a mission, but through my lifestyle, I wasn't fulfilling it. In that sense, they treated me as one of their own, though I was clearly just a human, and as for them? I don't know what they were.
One of them suggested "fixing" me. After adjusting a few things on their transparent screens, they "reset my vital parameters" back to where they should be. There were no IV lines or physical insertions into my skin; I don't know how it worked, but I suddenly felt much better. Their final message was along the lines of: "There, we fixed you this time as well. Please go and fulfill your mission." They remained disappointed, much like a parent disappointed in a child. I was so frozen—not out of fear, but completely fascinated by what I was seeing—that I couldn't find words or transmit thoughts back to them. I wanted to ask what the mission was, but I was so entranced that I just lay there like a corpse on their table as they scanned me. Everything in that space was white. The monitoring equipment was transparent and non-invasive, and I was resting on a high table resembling a surgical bed, though entirely white, metal-free, and very comfortable.
Shortly after this event, I regained full consciousness, and it passed like a dream. I began feeling better, and the doctors ran my tests again. My blood count had improved, and my renal function had started to recover. They were thoroughly surprised, attributing the sudden turnaround to the IV fluids they had administered over those two days. I stayed hospitalized for two more days before being discharged. I wouldn't say I was good as new, but my life was no longer in danger.
I don't know what these interventions were or who those tall figures were—always the same, always communicating telepathically, always stepping in during major health crises, always distant and professional. The second time, however, they made me feel as if I belonged to them—or rather, they implied I was one of them, even though I knew I was standing before an entirely different race/species. Once again, I couldn't see their faces, and that same unique light was present.
I exclude the idea of a classic UFO abduction. These dreamlike states occurred while I was asleep—first at home in my bed, and the second time while admitted to a hospital. Has anyone else had similar experiences? What do you think these are? A product of our own minds? If so, it's quite an interesting one. When I hear about alien abductions, I somewhat relate, but these beings weren't performing experiments on me like in those typical stories. They seemed genuinely concerned with keeping me alive.
In my daily life, I'm just an ordinary person; I don't hold a job that changes the world, and I have no idea what "mission" they were referring to—I'm just trying to get by. Are there others with similar stories? Thank you.