Can I invite you to share them? I think you'll find a respectful audience here. If you'd rather not, that's fine too of course.
Hey mikec - now I remember where I saw you post (I post as kartott on another board). I answered your 10 questions a while back then forgot about it. To answer your question about past experiences: I have never seen gray aliens, at least not they way they are depicted in media. I have seen other types of entities, some that are shaped like them, but different colors and densities. But they were perhaps not the strangest of my encounters. By way of a some background: I grew up in the air force - my dad flew KC 135s from about 1950 to 1970 (mostly cold war - SAC). When I was about 3, we were stationed on base in TX when an AF plane crashed behind our house. I do not remember the crash, but my mother said it was tremendously loud and shocking causing me to go into some kind of seizure. Our next door neighbor was a base doc. He gave me something to stabilize me which put me to sleep, then ran out to help the emergency crew. I don't know if I have the sequence of events right; only what my mother has told me. My memory is this: I am walking around in the wreckage of the plane. There is a lot of smoke, and hot stuff. There are bodies and body parts. I remember seeing a lot of blood mixed into the red TX dirt. I was not physically there, yet I was there. Strangest part is that I did know this was an actual memory until many years later. I experienced it as a recurring "nightmare" until well into my 20s. My mother had never spoke about the crash itself until I was in my mid-30s, so for years I thought it was just a nightmare that had nothing to do with anything real. When she told me about it, I was stunned with instant recognition. I can only conclude that my "nightmare" was a memory of coming out of my body (perhaps during the seizure?) to visit the dead, dying, and injured crew (some did survive).
I'll skip over some minor events to the next that I consider personally pivotal: we were stationed at Kincheloe AFB in UP Michigan. This was a cold war SAC base, (part of the norad system - b52s and kc135s) that had been plunked down on old indian land, on the edge of the Hiawatha forest. When I was 10 or 11, I got very sick, My dad was on an alert mission (flying a practice run over the north pole to russia) so my mom was alone with me and my sibs. At one point I became so feverish I started to hallucinate. I saw this (according to my mom I was "wide awake" and talked about it out loud): I was walking along a narrow worn path in a forested area near our house (an actual place where I often played). It was dark (night) and I could not see very far ahead, so next thing I new, I ran smack into someone: a tall indian man, wearing hides, except for his chest which was covered with either blood or red paint. He spoke to me in another language but I understood him. He gave me two little bundles placing one in each hand. Each had 10 sticks wrapped in something (leaves?). I was told to "keep them balanced", and "stay on the deer path". I turned around and started to walk home, but one hand became very heavy; the sticks were moving from one hand to the other on their own and I fell off the path into the dark woods from the imbalance. I "woke up" after this, sweating and upset. Looking back, this sounds ridiculously corny and new agey, but this happened in 1966, before any new age or romanticized native american fads. Later in life, I found this encounter to be profoundly (personally) important. There is more to the story that unfolded later in my life, including a discovery of who this man was and what the bundles meant (goes way back, related to the native people in that area).
This is getting long, but Ill mention that subsequent encounters included a small elf-like creature up at Cape Croker (Georgian Bay) where I was attending an annishnaube (ojibwe) "gathering of elders" event in 1996. After I saw this little guy (he was about 18 inches tall, funny shaped body and head), I asked Basil Johnston (an acquaintance that had connected me to attend this event) at it. He told me that there are several stories among the annishnabek about these small people. Another time, while solo camping in new mexico I was sitting in my tent, getting ready to go to bed, when a blue entity came up through the floor of my tent (out of the ground below). It was shaped like a gray alien, but was semi-transparent and sorta smoky. Another time when I was 17 I was working in a small convenience store, when a "woman" came in to buy cigarettes. At first I didn't pay any attention to her until I saw her hand (when she handed me the money) - it was not like a normal human hand. This startled me so I looked up and saw a very very pale entity, wearing a thin black coat (like a rain coat) with collar turned up to cover her neck, a heavy long haired wig, and very large black glasses. This did not entirely hide her strange face: a very pointed chin and practically no lips or nose. She did not speak. Took her cigarettes and left! I was kinda stunned. Oddly I cannot remember the details of her hand (though it was the first thing I noticed). Nor do I think she left in a car which was odd since most patrons drove up the store (it was somewhat isolated).