Going back that night and seeing the men in yellow, going back in the morning. Brian and the steroids. Him and Gwen, the lab, everything! But the memories are all like a 5 second flash of a 10-minute movie all with no sense of time order. Clear but then suddenly stops and it’s all very confusing. I’m even so clueless and lost in the confusion that I ask Aaron “Aaron, did you ever have any Army men over your apartment?” He, of course, wants me to immediately come over. I go, we hang out, I watch some TV, I come home and go to bed.
As a matter of fact “I have a very pleasant evening.” In the morning, as I sit on the couch on the coffee table there is a legal pad with all kinds of stuff written on it in my handwriting. The Rhino, Rochester, 90-degree vertical climbs, DID AARON LOCK THE DOOR??? WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU DO AT AARON’S? CAN YOU REMEMBER? At that moment is when it all came together, but still, it was only as clear as a dream, only it was a bad dream and I was awake.
I start thinking about a college, and the thing is I couldn’t remember college, I didn’t remember most of my life now that I thought about it. I remember being at the University of Rochester, but the more I thought about it, I couldn’t remember anything specific. I don’t sleep at all now, and more strange things start happening. The next night it is 3:30 in the morning and I’m up thinking about all this. I see headlights illuminating some of the parked cars in the parking lot, but after they were on for about five minutes.
So I go out onto my porch to see what is going on. There is a full-size pickup truck parked in front of the Bell South phone box which is the mainboard for the whole complex (a big gray thing about 4 feet high and 5 feet wide). A man has the box OPEN and is doing something while the pickup truck is left running. What exactly he is doing I have no idea, but the whole thing is making me extremely paranoid. I think to myself self “for God’s sake Aaron has the key to my apartment.” So for the next three months, I would lay my golf clubs between the front door and the closet door to act as a “wedge” so if anyone tried to get in while I was sleeping the front door would only open about three inches.
The next day I decided to call my father from a payphone. And let me tell you NOTHING is ever really real until you tell your parents. I gather my courage and I call my father. I ask him “Dad, Do you remember going to Annapolis?“, and he answers “Only when I’m awake! Why?” “Because I don’t remember college I answer.’
“I have memories of attending the University of Rochester, but I don’t remember being there!” I then proceed to tell him the whole story about the mind control experiments, the girl who was run over, the lab, everything but it’s all in bits and pieces. I said “either I have just gone totally insane or my entire life since the 6th grade has all been a lie.
Either way, I need to get some serious physiological help!” He has become quite serious now and says “I’m extremely glad that YOU said that!” Through a friend of a friend I get the name of a good psychologist, he subsequently works with a psychiatrist, as it turns out I start seeing both of them. Aaron is aware that I am seeing a psychologist, he is very interested in what medication the doctor has given me and what is going on. I tell him that I am going for therapy for the government mind control thoughts going on in my head. He follows very carefully what’s going on and is satisfied with the fact that the doctors think that I am either “crazy” or “chemically imbalanced” and they don’t believe me.
For the next several weeks I remember going over to Aaron’s apartment and there was a lot of missing time. What I would do was leave notes to my self. One on the car seat, and one on my bed. Are both saying the same thing: Did Aaron lock the door? REMEMBER Rochester, the lab experiments, Aaron is controlling you REMEMBER!!! And I would sign it to my self. As I would get into my car after going over to Aaron’s to watch movies I would find this note in my own handwriting on the seat and I would read it and I became even more confused.
But from somewhere inside me I would somehow never let go of the few memories that had broken through and every time that I would read the note it would somehow bring it back.
After a while, Aaron found out about the note I was leaving to my self in the car because he kept on asking me (when he had me in the trance and I was under his control) how the hell I keep getting out. And I would be forced to tell him. The thing is, I would only tell him what he asked me. So since he never asked about the “other” note I was leaving for my self on my bed I never told him. And this game went on for weeks. After every night I would come home and try and piece it back together again.
As the weeks went by I finally put the Aaron connection together, but I had to play along like there was nothing wrong. But what happened was that Aaron eventually found out that I knew in my real and daily life what he was doing to me. He tried to keep plugging the holes in the dam (if you will) but my subconscious would not be stopped, it was fighting to come out and there was nothing that he could do about it. We had a falling out and didn’t speak to each other from that moment on. I believe that Aaron knew that I knew that he knew that I knew and we simply stopped talking to each other for the final six weeks that he was in Atlanta. Mostly because he feared for his life that he could no longer control the memories that were coming back to me.