To reply to Megaquad,
Though this may seem like a pretty bland, amost generic CE3... at the time I had no knowledge at all in regards to aliens (or sightings of UFOs), so i
doubt, now, that my subconscious cobbled together the following story (well, I do have to admit that I was a big Star Wars fan at the time, though I
doubt anyone can show how watching Chewbacca shoot storm troopers makes you see a fellow from 'zeta reticuli'
The year was 1990 and I was around 11. One night, sometime in the spring, I suddenly woke from my sleep. Everything was quiet, though, and as I lay
on my belly I felt totally relaxed. Still, I knew that something had woken me, and that I should sit up and look around the room, but I, somehow,
couldn't move. Strangely, I began to feel very alert and very sleepy at the same time -- like my body was still asleep but my brain was energized.
Finally, I noticed that the lighting in the room was all wrong... almost as if a TV or projector was on behind me (though I know that sounds pretty
predictable, so far as alien stories go)... which scared me and 'snapped' me out of my pleasant mood. Aroused, I rolled over in bed as fast as I
could --- there, about 12 feet from me, in my doorway, stood something that was about 3 1/2 feet tall, with a large, round head, and an almost
childlike body. Because the light was coming from behind it, I couldn't see any facial features, but I did realize, right away, that it wasn't
human, due to its proportions. Also, though I assume it was of the 'grey' race, it actually had powdery white skin and its head was very round
while the body seemed soft, almost -- it wasn't 'angular' in the way 'greys' are usually described nowadays. If anything, it looked more like
the drawings you see of aliens from the 1970s... short, with childlike, though not thin, bodies, with a large, round head.
I was terrified, but the main emotion I remember feeling was SURPRISE. Just total surprise, bordering on amazement. The vibe I also got from the
alien, in retrospect, was also surprising -- He was neither threatening nor like a lovable 'space brother'... he just felt like an authority figure.
Almost like your dad, or a cop, or a teacher. Its behaviour was also authoritative.. it didn't run, or rush me, or do anything at all when it saw
me turn. It just stood there, as if saying "Here I am, little dude, here I am."
As I sat up, to yell for my parents, I remember thinking, "This is an alien"... and, just then, everything went blank. I woke up later in the
A few days went by before I said anything. As you might expect, everyone just told me that it was a dream and that I shouldn't get hysterical about
it. Finally, I convinced myself that it was a dream and went on for years thinking so... then, last year, I was mugged at gunpoint. As I tried to
recall what happened for the police, alter on, I suddenly realized how my alien 'dream' seemed as real, in retrospect, as the mugging. In time, I
came to accept that I had seen an alien, and have since tried to read everything I can find on the subject.