Discussion in ‘UFO and Alien Experiences or Dreams’ started by AyanEva, May 2, 2006.
I did a search and didn’t see anything to post this under, hence the new thread.
This is a little long because it’s several incidences, which I think are one small part of a web of many events in my life that are somehow related. It has something to do with unexplained UFO phenomenon, although I don’t know why. It just feels that way. Not necessarily aliens or something, just whatever these UFOs are. Some force that maybe I’ve picked up on at times, but that science hasn’t quite caught on to yet. I dunno. I’m grasping at straws here. I just know these things are related.
When I was really little, three to five years old, we lived with my grandmother in a very rural area. There was a forest behind the house and wide fields to either side. We used to see UFOs over the house all the time. In fact, my father, my two older sisters, and I would go outside just to watch them for fun. I remember yelling at them, saying “Hi” and that sort of thing. I liked to try and get their attention. Never did work. I don’t remember what the objects looked like, just a lot of lights and they flew very, very low over the house. I seem to remember them being rather large, but I was rather small, so this may or may not be accurate.
Possibly related, I hated going in the woods because they felt strange. As it turns out, I later discovered that my dad had seen odd things in the woods and all around the house when he was a kid.
After moving out of my grandmother’s house, and after another bizarre story involving a different house that I’ll save for later, my family moved to a house in a very low-lying wood. It was basically drained swampland, but there were also a lot of Native American burial sites. I don’t think the latter is related in any way to my experience, but I just thought I’d mention it, just in case.
Our living room had a large sliding glass door that opened onto a screened-in porch. I remember that I used to like to stare through the glass of the door (I have no idea why). The glass doors were covered by white curtains.
One night, it was nearly time for dinner and I took up my usual habit of staring out of the door. It was dark out, but for some reason, I can’t remember if the porchlight was on or off. All I know is that there were a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at me from outside on the other side of the glass.
The eyes were a normal shape, but just a titch larger than a normal adult eye. I mean it was right in front of me, maybe about five or six inches back from the glass. I was about the same distance away on the other side of the door inside. Now that I think about it, I think the porchlight was off and the porch was lit from the lights that were on inside of our house. I remember that the light falling onto the deck was dim, but you could still see a little ways out onto the deck. Since I could see several feet of the deck in front of me, I immediately noticed that there wasn’t a body attached to the eyes, they were just floating there. Not bobbing up and down or wavering or anything. They were very steady and slightly below my ten year old eye level. There was no iris or pupil or anything, just solid bright/glowing red. I just can’t get over the fact that there wasn’t a body!
I wasn’t scared or anything and I didn’t get any kind of malevolent feeling. I’m not at all frightened when recalling this event and I think that whatever the eyes belonged to was just curious or something. In fact, the eyes and I stood there staring at each other for what had to be several minutes. We were just kind of watching each other. I’m not sure of the exact time because I wasn’t aware of anything else going on around me really, I was just looking at these eyes. It was an odd feeling of detachment and calm. A lot of curiousity. Eventually, my mother called me over for dinner and after some hesitation, I pulled the curtain back over the glass and went to go eat. I really didn’t want to leave the door. I wanted to stay there and watch whatever was watching me. I knew it wouldn’t be there when I came back. Sure enough, I came back to look outside after dinner, but the eyes were gone.
What I can’t figure out is why the eyes were there in the first place. It’s not like you could see much through the curtains over the doors.
In this same house, I remember always being afraid that something was on the flat portion of roof outside of my window. There was a tree branch there that was very close. When I went to sleep, I would sleep with my head under the covers and end up wetting the bed because I was too afraid to get up in the dark.
I wasn’t afraid of monsters or something, I don’t know what it was. I was just afraid that something would be there. I was never afraid of the dark when I was younger than this age, but I really remember the feeling being strongest in this particular house in the woods. I slept with the door open as well because I felt safer and less isolated (I guess I wanted to make a quick escape or something). I didn’t normally sleep with the hall light on, though.
One night, I had a dream that I still remember because it was the most terrifying dream I’ve ever had. This was even more terrifying than the sleep paralysis that I sometimes experience or the weird sensation of something sitting on my chest and making it difficult to breathe (in one instance, I was actually suffocating because I couldn’t breathe at all). I’m used to that stuff and I think it’s just psychological; I know the sleep paralysis is.
Anyway, I know I was hanging about with what my dream self knew were aliens, but they weren’t greys or anything. That wasn’t the scary part. In fact, they were telling me something in the course of a normal converstion about something or another. The figures weren’t anything that I’ve seen depicted before, but I can’t quite remember now what they looked like. I think I may have dreamed of them only one more time, but I can’t be certain. I think I was talking to them again in that dream.
I remember in my dream that I went to the downstairs bathroom, turned on the light, and looked in the mirror. This is where the dream was so frightening for me. My face had become one of the aliens’ faces. I was crying and upset and my dream self was hoping that I was just imagining what I was seeing, but I wasn’t. I was one of them and there was one standing in the doorway trying to comfort me. I do remember that the non-human eyes were yellow sorta. I don’t remember if there were pupils or not.
I don’t know why the mirror scene was so terrifying, but I woke up scared stiff and afraid to move. I eventually did move to go to the bathroom mirror and I was so afraid to look because my face might not be my face. It was, of course. I went back to bed and as far as I know, that was that.
As for the dream that I just described, I did watch alien stuff when I was little, I was always really drawn to it. I would pass the dream off as just a dream influenced by something that I might have watched. However, the incidences in this house have always really bothered me because it was just this house that I was so frightened of, the beings in the dream weren’t anything I’ve ever seen anywhere (they’re skin was tannish, I think), the dream was so real, and I never dreamed about it again.
I can’t ever recall having another dream that terrifying. I never dream about aliens anyway, save for that one (possibly twice) time.
Going back to the house in the woods, that house just bothered me and I was petrified of the woods and underbrush across the street. I would traipse around the woods behind my house and anywhere else in the neighborhood, no problem. Never this small patch of woods across the street, though. I hated my room in that house and I never looked out of the windows of my room at night. I’ve never really liked the dark, even though I’m a night person, but I’ve never been so afraid of the dark as I was in that house. Before we moved into that house and I was younger, I was pretty much fine. After we moved from that house, I was fine. It was just that stupid house.
After that house, large open spaces, forests, and fields scare me and that’s why I live in an apartment in the city now.
Sorry this was so long. I want to know what you guys think the red eyes were, if it was connected to my uncomfortable room, the area of woods across the street, and if the dream was significant in any way. I’m dying to get an answer of some sort for this and that’s why I posted. I know I didn’t make this up, so what was going on? There has to be a rational explanation…or something. :shrug: It’s something to do with that area where I lived; it made strange things occur.and there has to be some common thread.