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originally posted by: Schmoe11
..had three white lights that formed a perfect triangle. In the center of the triangle was a red light.
originally posted by: TheWhiteKnight
The only time I imaged a triangle craft was in a lucid dream.
There is an underground waterway surrounding the area which
seemed significant, in this dream.
This system encompasses a lake which is now a park
and which flows southward through the region. In Spring,
when a dusting of snow falls, one can see, readily identify
the underground streams by observing where the snow remains,
or melts, independent of daylight. It is glaringly obvious.
At the corner there is a house bordering the park. For whatever
reason I was inside the garage. I felt a need to look outside.
The overhead garage door was halfway shut, so I bent down, peered
out, and looked up, There above me a large silent black craft steadily
passed, and I was drawn outside seemingly to enter the park,
almost like a compulsion, and toward the tennis courts and a memorial
flagpole where a guy got hit by lightning and died a couple of decades ago.
There, projecting from the ground,
extended two large triangular fins, black, such as
inverted large keels from very large watercraft.
Or perhaps from very large fish.
It was clear that these structures were embedded deep underground.
I wandered back to the garage where a bunch of kids, teens,
seemingly only youthful persons, were excitedly buzzing about
having seen something but they didn’t know what they saw, or
what they were excited about, scampering back and forth.
I went back across the street, near the curb of the park, and there
was a pair of old jeans there, waterlogged, dirty perhaps with dried mud.
It was a sunny day. Then hundreds of augusta purpea bloomed along the
border of the park and the image of the silent craft returned to mind,
despite this, though, I struggled to remember it, as a dream one
had pondered even at length
but because it did not get noted on paper, possibly would become
difficult to retrieve.
As I recalled the craft, it seemed that it quite literally was now traversing my
mind, almost like inside my skull...eclipsing the ceiling of my consciousness just
as a shadow of a plane
would swipe across a sun roof opening. and as I began to say what I saw
to the kids who were about, I awoke.
I was left with the strong impression that state of mind was critical to
the entire experience. It seemed more real than life, yet it was a simply
a dream. I was left to research which flowers I had seen, and wonder about
the deeply embedded inverted keels in the park, of a town now struggling
to keep up with the ever changing needs of the community,
and crashing all around me.