I'm not sure that I can explain this in a way that will make any sense. Although I was not the only person to witness this event, the other party REFUSES to discuss that night… I'm going to leave them out of this story and just give my point of view.
I woke in the middle of the night with a crusty feeling on my face. I had a WTF moment and sat up to figure out what was going on. Once I sat up, I realized that I was no longer in my bed…
I could not see the hall nightlight nor could i see the various clocks that are usually visible in my room at night. It was totally dark. Either I wasn't in my bedroom or there was a power outage - I was running all this through my mind when I realized that my arms had the same crusty feeling as my face. I moved my legs and they were also coated in something crusty. I was getting scared at this point and my mind was racing trying to make sense of everything that didn't make sense.
I felt my hair and found that it was crusty and flat on my head as if I rose out of a pool and let the hair dry flat on the top of my head without combing it. I sat there forever trying to figure out what to do - at least I was safe here in the dark and didn't feel threatened. After a very long time, I decided that I needed to crawl around and try to find something that could shed some light on my situation. I also considered the fact that I might have gone blind.
As I shifted my weight to my left to get off my butt and onto my hands and knees, my head hit something that was soft and moved. I reached up and figured out that a row of something was hanging over my head on the left. I tried to shift my weight away from the hanging stuff and I hit my head on a wall. So I again shifted to the left and rolled under the hanging stuff and found myself on my hands and knees facing behind where I was sitting. From this position, I could see a little light which I soon discovered was coming from under a door - my closet door. I awoke lying on the floor in my walk-in closet covered in something crusty with the door closed, and I was naked (I don't sleep in the buff).
I slid the closet door open (it is a pocket closet door) and could see the normal lights of my bedroom. I felt relief, but was still concerned about the crusty layer on my skin - was it dried blood?
I walked, with an unusual pain in my left knee, to the master bath and turned on the light - which woke the other person in the bed. I stood in front of the mirror and tried to understand what I was seeing in the mirror. I was covered from head to toe (including the bottom of my feet) in what appeared to be a very thin layer of dried yellow jello. It was stuck on every hair on my body and you couldn't just pull it off without pulling out the hair.
The other person yelled for me to come look at something. I went back to the bed and sheet (not blankets were used in the summer) was pulled to the other side of the bed leaving nothing but the fitted sheet on my side of the bed. What had caught our attention was a silhouette of my body on the sheets. Where my body was lying was dry, but all around my body was a thin layer of the yellow goo. It looked like someone had spray-painted a person, and they the person was removed.
The other witness to these events freaked and stated that they were leaving. I tried to get them to stay but in less than 30 seconds I was alone trying to figure out what had happened. I decided to shower to try to get rid of the goop from my body. A warm shower had little effect by a steamy hot shower seemed to loosen the stuff and it seemed to kind of melt or dissolve and eventually washed off my body. It took a long time and used every ounce of hot water available to accomplish this task. While in the shower thinking about all of this, I decided to take a picture of the bed and to try to save some of the yellow goop.
After I got out of the shower, I went back into the bedroom again to collect some evidence - but the bed was dry! It was at this point I noticed that the ceiling fan just above the bed was on high - as it always is in the summer to keep me cool as I sleep. I'm not sure if that cause evaporation or not. At night, i sometimes think they may have returned to clean up the mess while I was in the shower. I really don't know what to make of it.
I spent the rest of the night with all the lights on sitting on the couch with every TV in the place blaring - I didn't want to hear any bumps in the night. I sat alone until the sun came up and I felt safe. I called the other person and was told to never bring up that night ever again. I get the same response 30 years later when I run into this person. Back in the 70's we didn't have cell phones with cameras or digital cameras laying around like today. I don't have any proof that this occurred, except for another person that won't talk about it.
I don't know what happened. Of course, I think I was abducted and the goop either kept me asleep or was some kind of germ prevention stuff during an operation. Who knows? I have some pigment issues on my body that I had never noticed before - but then again I had never really looked for them before this night, they may have already been there anyway. I will never know.
I have no memory of any beings or operations. I have no scars that i could find. I have no unusual fears of the night or anything else. Just the FACT that I woke up in my closet naked and covered with a yellow layer of goop. If I had been alone, I could let it go as a bad dream. I could have considered it the after affects of the greatest party in my lifetime! But as it is, it is just a scary memory that haunts me from time to time. Since there have been no incidence in the last 30 years or so - it doesn't weigh heavily on my mind. But when I read threads like this one - it all comes flooding back to me.
It is a very interesting world we live in, to say the least.