posted on Jul, 17 2018 @ 11:36 PM
a reply to: auroraaus
I was about the same age: three or four years old.
My room was dark.
I was in bed, terrified of what the night would bring - this time.
Points of light.
Yellow. Green. Red. Blue.
Flying. Swirling around.
Penetrating through walls, bed, pillow...me.
Night after night. Every night.
It all ended when the lights formed a sentence in mid air.
Suspended in front of me.
I knew it was important what they were trying to communicate.
Unfortunately....I was too young.
I didn't know how to read.
It has always bothered me.