Preface: I have seen many threads in which members request information or assistance relating to strange experiences or questions they may have, only
to be rebuffed, criticized, and called liars. Because of this, I must preface what I am about to post by saying that I have no proof, and that I am
willing to brave your hostility if need be in the hope that I might gleam at least some useful information from the discussion I hope develops, be it
favorable to me or not. Also, I wasn't sure where to place this, but because of certain aspects of it, I felt it belonged here. If not, mods please
feel free to move it to the appropriate forum.
K. Here goes nothing.
I am a 23 year old man, and I live in San Francisco, California. I was born here, and have lived here all my life. For as long as I can remember I
have had an interest in the unknown, and the as yet unexplained. In 1992 (I would have been about 11) I met several friends who shared these
interests, and we started an after school club in which we could read about and discuss all things unexplained. It helped us to feel not quite so
alone in our admittedly bizarre fascinations.
In 1994 or ’95 (I was 13 or so), myself, my mother, and at least two of those friends all experienced something which I have sought to explain
through every rational means at my disposal for a decade. I have thus far failed to do so. We all had the same dream, on the same night, about the
I will describe parts of the dream, but because the dream included dozens of strangers as well, it is my hope that others may have shared this
experience, and will confirm this by sending me a u2u describing the aspects I’m intentionally leaving out. If not, then I will include the full
details of the dream to advance the discussion.
In this dream, we were taken from our homes to a secluded location here in the city. I will say that it involved, in part, a park and a parking lot.
Both were and still are next to a freeway or highway. A pedestrian bridge crosses the freeway/highway, and leads from a short street on a hill (this
short street is the cross street that intersects with the street the parking lot is located on) to the park. The park is located on a small hill,
lined by trees, behind which is a dirt embankment. The park is abandoned, yet is routinely renovated. I have never observed anyone in the park, at any
time of day, on any day of the week. Prior to this dream, none of us had ever seen this park, and had never even been in that part of the city.
In her dream, my mother recalls being driven in a strange looking car or van to the aforementioned parking lot. She remembers seeing a street sign. (I
will say what the street sign was if no one u2u’s me sharing a similar experience or once they do) After this, she found herself in the parking lot,
and I and my friends found our selves in the park. She experienced a bizarre “encounter” in the parking lot, and saw a strange craft hovering over
her. She saw a smaller craft take me, quote, “around the corner, and down a small hill.” Her “encounter” continued until suddenly some people
in what appeared to be military garb of some kind burst into the parking lot and surrounded the area. Here, here dream skips ahead to being in a
drugged state in a van or car of some kind, being driven home, and then being in bed and going to sleep.
In our dream, I and my friends were standing in the park in a daze, unable to speak or move, staring up at something. There were dozens (if not more)
of other kids with us. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and we became alert and able to move. I heard everyone scream, and there was a huge
commotion as everyone scattered in different directions. We were terrified because we saw a strange craft hovering over the park, and once we were
able to think and move (following the flash of light) we all ran for our lives. Some of us slid down the dirt embankment behind the trees into a small
valley-like field below, and others scattered out across the highway/freeway. Oddly enough, there didn’t seem to be any traffic. Just as we were
about to escape (or so we felt), there was another flash of light, and we can’t recall anything else after that except blinding light and a few
disorienting views of the wooden play structures in the park.
We had our alarm clock set for 8 AM and had gone to bed early the night of these dreams. We woke up at 11 AM, and the alarm wasn’t set anymore.
Neither my Mom nor I were close enough to it to have turned it off in our sleep. I thought nothing of it until Mom told me about her dream. I called
one of the friends I had seen in the dream, and before I could get the words out, he started talking about having had the same terrifying nightmare I
had just had. Another friend I saw in the dream responded with the same.
Believing this was all a coincidence, we got together, and I handed my Mom and two friends who recalled the dream notepads. I asked them to draw the
craft they saw. I did so as well. When we showed one another our drawings, they were identical. Mom drew the craft that had taken me “around the
corner, and down a small hill,” and my friends and I drew the craft we saw above us in the park.
Freaked out, we started looking for a street matching the street sign Mom saw in her dream. I still thought this was all nonsense. I would have loved
it to be otherwise, but I felt it was ridiculous despite that. We found a street, and went looking. In almost no time at all, we found the parking
lot. It was identical to my Mom’s dream in every detail – colors, sizes, angles, location of objects, etc. I briefly considered the possibility
that Mom was trying to pull our leg, until we went “around the corner and down a small hill” to follow the cross street mentioned above. There we
found the pedestrian bridge crossing the freeway/highway. I was now alarmed, and trying desperately to reconcile this with my belief that this was
still just a coincidence.
We crossed the bridge. On the other side, we found the park. It, too, was identical in every respect to my dream, and, according to my two friends,
their dream as well. The playground was there. The tree line was there. The dirt embankment was there. It was suitably abandoned and secluded. It
wasn’t just similar. It was identical. Even the way the freeway/highway looked from the valley-like field, and from the bridge, was identical. The
valley-like field didn't just look similar; it looked exactly like what I saw in my dream.
We tried our best to play this off as a bizarre but explainable coincidence. However, my Mom and I began to experience a series of new dreams. In
these dreams, we would awake in the night feeling a needle prick in our arm or elsewhere, and then be taken (while in a trance-like or drugged state)
by van or bus to an underground tunnel of some sort. There we would be interrogated by military looking people in uniforms. We weren’t the only
people in the dreams; there were dozens – and once or twice, seemingly hundreds – of other people being interrogated as well in the dream. My Mom
and I always had these dreams on the same night, and recalled identical details, including visceral descriptions of the effects of whatever we were
injected with. We could never recall where we were taken in the dreams, or the route taken, but on once occasion we did see either the Golden Gate or
Bay Bridge from where we stood as we were heading into the tunnel. We wrote all of this down in journals.
When I told my friends about these new dreams, they reacted with skepticism, saying that they hadn’t had them. They eventually stopped talking to
me, and said they wanted nothing else to do with me. We lost touch, and I haven’t been able to contact them since that time.
I came down with chronic and unusually severe upper and lower respiratory infections around this time, so frequent and severe that I was forced to
drop out of school and enroll in the school district's Home Bound program. These ailments have plagued me to this day, and have always been
accompanied by unusual symptoms that my doctor (and various specialists) have been incapable of preventing or explaining. I do not personally believe
there is a connection between these dreams and whatever might be up with my health, but I felt I should mention anything that might be relevant.
To conclude, it is my hope that someone in San Francisco or the wider Bay Area might be able to u2u me with similar experiences, so that I can figure
out whether we’re just nuts, or what. If nobody does, then I will post more details, some satellite images of the locations I'm mentioning (incase
anyone here has experience with photographic analysis), and some links and other information that I feel could possibly pertain to all of this. Some
of that will have to do with information provided by my father (who served in Viet Nam as a master sergeant with the Green Berets, and briefly was
associated with the CIA following his honorable discharge due to spinal injury). He keeps an open mind about all of this, but tries to be skeptical
whenever possible. He too has been unable to explain these dreams.
If anyone here can offer any suggestions, clues, or leads that might help me to explain these events (or offer a more mundane explanation!) I would be
profoundly grateful. I have tried my utmost to explain these issues, and neither I, nor my physician, nor a series of psychologists, have been able
to. I have been told by them that they do not resemble waking dreams, or mass hysteria. I want to believe that nothing unusual happened, but I am 23
years old now, and this experience (or dream, or whatever it was) haunts me to this day. I can’t stand not knowing what happened, or whether
anything happened at all. Any help or information would be immensely appreciated.
Thanks very much for your time and consideration.