It portrays what many UFO contacts and witnesses feel while being "out on a limb" in the region of Outer Limits.
After personal contact with extraterrestrials a human being will eventually feel physically different. In this case nippers for hands coming through from subconcious suppression.
I am waking up in pain every morning. Lobster claws. My hands are turning into lobster claws - they are bent hard against my wrists. Numb and frozen. And when they start to thaw out I am in agony. I have to run hot water over my hands for 30 minutes to regain some feeling. My 'claws' don't feel cold but paralysed. I am like Franz Kafka's cockroach but I expect a prawn eye to look at me from my hand. Crabby.
I am the Invisible Man. No one knows about me. No one cares about me. I am alien. I am an alien. Because people don't believe in aliens. They, 'we' - don't exist. We are invisible. 'We' don't count.
I talk to the sons of god via a Parker Brothers Magic Talking Board otherwise known as a ouija board. The 'voices' make me want to contact people who are like me - people who are the 'only ones' who've seen a UFO, the only ones in town who've contact with an extraterrestrial life force.
The only ones who've been experimented on in a spacecraft so that in time they, as earthlings - turn into aliens.
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