I'd like to share a story about my grandmother. A story she continues to tell today.
My grandmother, well in her sixties was born in Fredrikstad, Norway in the early 40's. Around the mid fifties, at a very young age, she'd have
these reoccurring dreams about a UFO landing a few feet away from her small (very small) red house. She saw the little 'green men', and even after
begging her father to turn around and look out in the field, he wouldn't.
I don't recall what happened next, but I do recall her saying they took her up with them.
This dream is something she'd have almost every night as a young girl. It even got to the point of her being so afraid to go out after dark.
Now in the mid fifties, Fredrikstad wasn't a medium sized town as it is now, it was small, real small. There wasn't even a theater there at that
time. They didn't have a TV, only a radio they'd listen to every now and again.
UFO's and aliens were something she really didn't know much about.
But she'd dream about them eight out of ten nights.
Another thing to think about is this, in her adult life, she's been having many 'mystic' pains. Pains the doctors haven't figured out what are
yet. She's been diagnosed with fibromyalogy. (Spelling?) She also has a few unexplained scars. (She's not claiming they're from aliens.) But she
can't remember how she got them.
I thought I'd share this, as I'm sure someone will find it interesting.
Now for me, I've only dreamed of aliens a couple of times. Nothing big.
Peace,
FK