Help me, Help me

The dreams continued.  They didn't make a whole lot of sense until my friend talked about hers.

"Help me, help me," she cried out.

It was faint, as though each breath was labored.

"Do you have dreams like that often?"

"I don't know.  Well, sometimes.  They go back years.  To my childhood."

"What was going on in your life at the time.  Do you remember?"

"I remember one thing.  Being smothered by someone I was dating," she said. 

"But it isn't always about that, at least from what I know."

I wondered about an abduction.  She wasn't sure.  Though she had have glimpses, memories of a UFO.

"I was all alone.  No one would help me.  Scared. I kinda think I was abducted but I have to be sure. I don't remember a time not believing in UFOs.  More and more people are speaking about their experiences."

She would find a hypnotherapist.  And come to the bottom of this.