THE NIGHT SEARCH - Night Search Paranormal Network
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Invaision dreams<br />
The second of my UFO dreams occurred in October, a<br />
month before this writing.<br />
I don’t much care about the UFO thing. I believe they<br />
are real. I believe they don’t bode well for humanity. I don’t<br />
see where anyone has gotten to the bottom of the situation,<br />
so I’ve just decided that UFOs are out there or “in there”<br />
and that all of us will have our questions answered when,<br />
on some ominous day, they are unleashed upon this Earth.<br />
And I’m thinking it ain’t gonna be pretty.<br />
But about my dream: I think what stuck with me most after I<br />
had awoken was the reality of my reaction to the invasion.<br />
So without belaboring the point further, this is my<br />
recollection:<br />
It seemed to be a late afternoon in the summer. The sun had<br />
dipped low enough so that the sky was very clear, free of the<br />
glint that makes you squint when looking upward from about 11<br />
a.m. till 2 p.m.<br />
The sky was blue with broken white clouds.<br />
I was standing on the second floor of an old house—not my<br />
residence—and I was next to a window off my right shoulder.<br />
Something caught my eye moving in the sky from my view out<br />
that window. The movement was that of crafts coming out of that<br />
direction on my right to the left, where I picked up the flight of<br />
the craft through another window on that facing side of the room.<br />
The lead craft was standard: orblike with a light atop and below<br />
(This was not at all unlike the craft I saw in the skies over<br />
Vermont in December, 1978, when mass sightings were reported<br />
across the Northeast in major daily newspapers.).<br />
The second of my UFO dreams occurred in October, a month<br />
before this writing.<br />
I don’t much care about the UFO thing. I believe they are<br />
real. I believe they don’t bode well for humanity. I don’t see<br />
where anyone has gotten to the bottom of the situation, so I’ve<br />
just decided that UFOs are out there or “in there” and that all of<br />
us will have our questions answered when, on some ominous<br />
day, they are unleashed upon this Earth. And I’m thinking it ain’t<br />
gonna be pretty.<br />
The following craft was weird. Think of a metallic clothes<br />
hanger, the kind designed with the usual hook and with slouched<br />
sides that lead down to a rack of sorts with horizontal rungs upon<br />
which sets of pants can be hung. It’s like the closet space saver<br />
thing: one hook that can hold eight pairs of pants.<br />
Well, take that structure and envision it horizontally, with<br />
yellow lights at certain juncture points throughout the gridwork,<br />
flying across the sky.<br />
This flying “clothes hanger” did have a certain substance<br />
to it, not as skeletal as the real thing. The craft seemed to be<br />
somewhat, if not opaque, translucent.<br />
I recall watching the progress of the lead craft and the trailing<br />
hangar-like craft, and I said to whomever was there—because I<br />
sensed I was not alone on that second floor—“Well, now we’re<br />
gonna find out exactly what these UFOs are all about ‘cause they<br />
are definitely here.”<br />
As I watched the craft fly out of sight, I wondered what I<br />
could do to either escape from or fight whatever these crafts<br />
would bring us. But I also remember a very realistic feeling of<br />
resignation that there was no getting away from or fighting what<br />
had descended upon us. This was showtime. The mysteries were<br />
about to be revealed.<br />
I never moved from the second floor. I hadn’t yet felt the<br />
compulsion to run. I was still standing by the window, wondering<br />
how everything was going to play out when I looked downward<br />
outside what I suppose was the front of the house.<br />
The ground I was looking at was a kind of a barren expanse<br />
shaded out by circumferential deciduous trees. The ground was<br />
brownish, a sort of mulch blanket layered thick by years of fallen<br />
leaves.<br />
And, as I looked down at this scene, up from beneath this mulch<br />
arose a circular craft as if it had been hiding in this camouflage.<br />
From this craft certain hatches opened and figures emerged from<br />
its interior in solid body suits chrome in color.<br />
At that point, the dream ended. Vyzygoth<br />
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