I lie in bed relaxed.  I start hearing the "Alien theme" (the movie directed by Ridley Scott) playing on the TV downstairs and this helps me relax even more.  Focusing on the music, I see the scene from the movie of the camera panning through the spaceship and then I'm flying under a verticle lift door and seeing the texture of the door's unexposed area.  After my flight, I still don't realize that that nobody is downstairs watching alien in C1.

I wake up and find that my memory has been affected.  I realize that I am inside a bathroom of some sort and that it is attached to a bedroom.  It is not my bathroom but it is so real!! I look out the window and see my house.  "What the he%% am I doing in this house.  If the owner finds me in here, I'm going to be arrested for home invasion, public intoxication or something."  There is a "Nissan Z" parked in my driveway driven by an oriential man and parked next to our caravan.  "I have to get out of here!"  I look at the window and the screen is covered in caulk like it had been tampered with and I wonder if I climbed up the wall into this bathroom. The bathroom door is caulked shut too like it had to be sealed to keep me inside this room.  I try to open the door and it opens to my surprise, but somebody is comming up the stairs.  I can attempt stay hidden and reshut the door, run down the stairs ignoring anyone on the way, or confront the owner about my situation.  I try to stay hidden, but the owner (an oriential speaking perfect english) knew I was in here and had placed me in here during my memory lapse for my own good.

"I've been kidnapped.  What am I doing in your house?!"

"Stephen, we need to get you back to kindergarten so that we can have your hearing checked by (some medical group).  We tested you and you failed to see a motorcycle helmet that we showed you.  If you are not healed, your sense of balance (reality?) will fail and you will die."
(Kindergarten?! how many times do I need to pass it?)

He seems to be right, my hearing is decaying and is not at all like my physical world counterpart.  I have to hold his hand as he escorts me to his car, a white Toyota with red lettering on the side depicting his organization.  My vision is a bit fish-eyed and my balance is lopsided.  My parents had to have me placed in his custody because I had lost my sense of balance and probably my sanity.  A tree gets between us and he is forced to go around, but our hands separate and I feel a snap.

*Snap*
I suddenly awaken and hear his quiet voice whisper to me like destiny (best description)
"Ste...ven........."

I think it's your interpretation part of the brain that thinks it's kidnapping. it's that part of the mind that tries to figure things out based on previous experiences and delivers to the mind what it considers "helpful" solutions as to where you are and possibly why you are there. since when we "go out" it's a totally different experience than what we're used to dealing with, we try real hard to supply answers to ourselves through the interpretor. bruce has a better explanation of the interpretor than myself. I think the oriental may be a self from the disc who is attempting to answer your call (destiny) for help with going into this shift in consciousness, which tends to throw all of us "off balance" temporarily. from my viewpoint you are moving into it pretty fast. alysia ;D

"I think it's your interpretation part of the brain that thinks it's kidnapping. it's that part of the mind that tries to figure things out based on previous experiences and delivers to the mind what it considers "helpful" solutions as to where you are and possibly why you are there."

One of the limitations of the english language is it's inability to precisely express the language of my mind.  While the initial impression was kidnapping, the end impression was that it was for my own good.  I can convert mind language into english fairly well, but nothing is as precise as the experience itself.  Now, if I were able to send and you were able to receive telepathic stories the interpretation discussion would become moot point.  Still, when I write out my experience in english, it gives everyone the opportunity to customize their interpretation of my dream log and be creative. :)  Thats what stories tend to do, give people different gifts.

"since when we "go out" it's a totally different experience than what we're used to dealing with, we try real hard to supply answers to ourselves through the interpretor. bruce has a better explanation of the interpretor than myself. I think the oriental may be a self from the disc who is attempting to answer your call (destiny) for help with going into this shift in consciousness, which tends to throw all of us "off balance" temporarily. from my viewpoint you are moving into it pretty fast. alysia"

That sounds like a good opinion about understanding otherworldly experiences and the minds rationalization of them, and the oriential may very well be a disc member answering my call for the end to my confusion and amnesia and negative moods that I am dealing with right now.  
* I have seen people of asian descent in my dreams occasionally too.  
* The off balance physically is a good analogy to my "off balance mentally/spiritally" that I have experiencing too.  
* As for the Toyota and Nissan, these Japanese brands may mean the helper is Japanese or something else.  
* The Company logo on the Toyota representing a collective of people dedicated to helping out their fellow humans.  
* The cars possibly meaning transportation to another consciousness and/or dimension of being.
* The vision of my house across the street meaning leaving home to take care of important buisness
* And the Alien Theme I strongly believe ties into my strong fascination of seeing a real Alien and realizing the existance of other intelligent beings.