posted on Nov, 6 2008 @ 03:05 PM
I lived in West Virginia for a few years when I was a kid, and I had a dream once that stuck with me through the years. I thought it was just a weird
dream, but it was creepy enough to linger. When I became a conspiracy nut many years later and got around to delving into the Mothman stories, I found
some eyewitness descriptions that describe not just the appearance of what I dream about, but its behavior as well.
The dream concerned me getting a large crate in the mail, opening it up, and a bat flying out which turned into a giant bat creature. Hunched over,
peering red eyes from between the shadows cast by leathery wings folded around it. I remember fur. It moved slowly, slow enough so that I ran inside
and shut the door before it could get close to me.
All this would have been coincidence enough for me, but in my dream the creature came onto the porch, shuffled around it for a while, looked into a
window, stalled at the door, and left. When I first read about the November 16th, 1966 mothman incident, I couldn't sleep for about two days
afterwards, such was my state of fear after realizing the parallels. The image, the eyewitness drawing previously posted as a link here, was precisely
what I saw as a child in my dream. The image is still extremely vivid, after more than a decade.
This is also important, I think: I had prior understanding of the mothman to my reading of the Point Pleasant circumstances. A kid's magazine
published when I was still in WV (I left in 93, to give you a general timeframe) mentioned the mothman briefly as an urban legend, along with things
like sasquatch and the jersey devil. It was a joke, to me and my friends at the time, mothman being a West Virginia monster, and I carried this
knowledge of the creature until it was redefined. But I never, until that night I read about the encounter, thought my dream had anything to do with
I lived in a town about 3 hours from Point Pleasant. I don't have any speculation whatsoever about what this might mean regarding the creature or
myself. Maybe spiritual overflow? A final, subconscious release, as modern age grappled and grounded our last wild mythologies in America.
Guess I DID have a speculation.