UFO Themed Dreams and Memory

Rosemary Ellen Guiley was the guest on last night's episode of Coast to Coast. The topic: dreams. Host Noory asked Guiley why it is that we don't remember dreams. (We may remember dreams a day or two later, but not over time, certainly not years.) Guiley said that dreams are in the "short term memory" part of the brain. (Realize I'm paraphrasing here and working from memory.) She explained that, unless something very intense and important happened at the time of the dream, trying to remember it, if trauma happened, then the dream would be remembered. 

Salvidor Dali, Persistence of Memory

So, that had me thinking. The dreams that I remember involved UFOs and or entities. The "Patio Alien" that I've written about here in the past happened a good fifty-five years ago. Yet I remember that "dream" to this day. And, in fact, I have only called it a dream because, what else could it have been? 

The second was a dream -- the Geisha Woman-Alien "dream" -- but, the question is, based on what? Why does that dream out of the thousands of dreams stand out? Was the dream a cover memory dream of an actual event? (In that dream, I am inside a domed spaceship out in space. The walls are glass. I sit across from a very tall, chalky white alien with the big eyes, but she is wearing a black "geisha" style wig. She is one cold detached being. I am angry, furious, that she will not let me go, and will not let me see my husband, who is somewhere on this ship.)

Speaking of this second dream/memory, I had this dream in the same time frame and location as our missing time episode. I've written about both many times. I asked Jim, who was present during the missing time episode, if he remembers if I had this Geisha Woman-Alien dream before or after the missing time. Neither one of us remembers. What is for certain though, is that the dream did happen during this phase.

There is also my eagle "dream" from when I was about four. Again, I remember this in vivid detail and emotion, and have to put it in the category of "dream" because, once again, how could it literally be? (A few nights ago I had a weird experience regarding this eagle presence, which I posted about at my Mothman blog.)

And of course, there are the dancing invisible aliens that came to visit me during my childhood. All "dreams" and yet . . . they remain, in vivid detail, stand-out episodes of my life. Why those and not others?

Finally, Jim remembers a "dream" he had when he was a child that haunts him to this day. He calls it his "Popcorn UFO" dream.  An excerpt from an article I wrote for Tim Binnall's site a few years ago:

When he was ten years old, he said he had what he calls the “pop corn machine dream.” He was living in Hawthorne, California, at the time. Back then the area was almost out in the sticks, no sidewalks, brush, tumbleweeds. He woke up -- or, as he put it, he dreamt he woke up -- to see a craft outside his window. He went on board, where he saw a machine that “smelled like popcorn, and it reminded me of one of those popcorn machines.”  

“I knew they were aliens, and they weren’t good. Over my life, of all the dreams I’ve had about aliens, they’ve never been good in any of them. They’ve been all about bad, or Trickster at best.” (To this day he talks about how he hated living out there, moving from the Hollywood area to live in the middle of nowhere. 

This could probably be chalked up to being a kid, and suddenly uprooted from friends and school. But I wonder if some of this intense dislike has something to do with his “alien” experiences.) 

I told him I rarely see aliens in my dreams. (But then I immediately remembered my “Geisha Woman” dream of the tall female gray being; where I found myself on board, sitting across a tall “gray” female with black hair.) He said “I have. They’re usually human looking, but alien nonetheless. I just know they’re aliens. I don't’ think I’ve ever had gray aliens, specifically, but I have had insectoid aliens, giant preying mantis kind of things.” (When he said that, I almost fell out of the chair!) 

He continued: “You never see them completely, but more like parts of them, and they appear in parts, revealing themselves slowly. I never see the whole thing.”
“Do you still have alien dreams?” I asked him.
“Yeah, occasionally.”
“I don’t have bad dreams or scary dreams that often, but when I do, they’re about aliens. Whatever it is I’ve been seeing all my life, it hasn’t been good,” he said again. (Regan Lee, July 2007,  Trickster's Realm at Binnall of America.)

Synchronicity: Golden Light and Picture Post Cards

Two synchronicities today.

Last night, or early this morning, I had a strange experience. A brilliant, beautiful and intense golden light filled up in my head. I was awake, not dreaming or asleep. Just waking up… this light was sort of like those so-called "head explosions" but different in many ways as well. The color, for one ("head explosions are white, in my experience) and there wasn't any sound. And the emotion that accompanied this golden light -- incredible! Just profound. I knew it was important, and special. Why it was, I don't know, simply that it was. As the light was beginning to fade away, I very distinctly heard my name being called. I had the impression the spirit or entity (angel?) was both male and female, or, also, that the energy or entity was more than one single being.

This afternoon someone shared with me their experience of a sighting. I won't write about it without permission, but this person did say that part of the encounter included a golden light, and that the experience had deeply affected them.

Later this evening, I was reading Jim my post on the 7 Foot Eagle "mind post card." (see post below.) As soon as I said "mind post card" Jim interrupted me and showed me what he had just written a minute before. (He had been writing when I asked him if he could listen to my reading the post. He said "In a sec, I just want to finish this sentence.") The sentence: "… she rented a villa above a picture post card isle."

Active lately; synchronicity, dreams, visions. I have put out the intent of intentionally recalling encounters; it's possible the call has been heard and answered. Or, just more weird for its own sake. I think on some level it's as simple as the latter, even while equally and concurrently profound on another.

Menacing 7 ft. Eagle

Weird little "mind postcard" the other night. That's what I call those vivid, full color -- often with smells and sounds -- images that come into my mind in rapid fire "clicks." They are extremely detailed, and often I feel as if I'm right there, walking among, within, the scene. These are real, but so fast I can barely keep up. And much of the time, these scenes have nothing to do with me; they seem random. Fascinating, that these "mind postcards" are so vivid and detailed, compete with odors and sounds and color, and yet appear with such quickness and are often irrelevant to my everyday experience.

Sometimes these scenes expand. In other words, as I find myself in them, I can slow it down a bit; walk around, try to interact. But sometimes the people in these landscapes, when they do notice me, even though I'm right next to them, seem annoyed that I'm there. It's as if they notice my being out of place (or time) -- do I seem like a ghost to them? Or that I wandered into someone's else's dreamtime.

These moving mind postcards happen when I'm awake, but lying in bed, prior to sleep. I know this is a typical thing for many and there's a name for it. However, it's still pretty damn intense and weird at times!

So, the other night. Abruptly, as usual, I find myself in a scene. I'm outside in a backyard somewhere -- I don't recognize anything. I have the sense that even though I'm me, now, I'm also a child, around four or five. There's family around, people, like a barbecue or something like that. A semi-rural place. I have the feeling this is in California somewhere; southern California, inland. To my left is a white picket fence, a little worn and wobbly. I look up from where I am in the yard, near the porch, and look over to the large tree (an oak?) that is on the edge of the yard. I think it's actually the beginning of the semi-woodsy area. Somewhat leaning against the tree trunk, and staring right at me, is an eagle.

This eagle is very tall, about 7 feet tall.  It's standing like a human would stand, and leaning against the tree. Every detail is exact, vivid; his white head, his height, his eyes. Large eyes! I am very scared; this thing is not of good intent at all! He (and I just know it's a he) is watching me, and it is not a good thing.

Then I remember the "dream" of the large eagle flying through my open ceiling when I was little, around four or five. In that "dream," I felt elation, not fear.

Well, just one of those many strange and creepy moments that comes when we're traveling through the realm of the weird.

Prior to this intense and scary little scene, I was thinking of two things: one, ghosts as aliens/aliens as ghosts, and going over and over my orange orb experience. Did this call up something? Or is it just the subconscious having some fun? Probably a little of both.

Getting at What Happened: Simultaneous Diversity

Yesterday's post on medium Amy Allen of The Dead Files (see post below) and her comments about aliens and possible abductions within a haunting experience had me wondering, for the millionth time, about how to get at these memories.

We're familiar with hypnosis, including the controversy surrounding use of hypnosis to delve into memories of alien encounters. I'm still out on that one -- if I were to go through hypnosis, I'd be very very careful. Very. IF.

But what if something like the following were to happen? Hypnosis. Meanwhile, while the witness is going through that, remote viewers are looking at that moment: missing time, the moment of a sighting, etc. And, a psychic medium did their thing. All at once, all separate from each other. No one knows what anyone else has discovered, including the witness. When all is done, then notes are compared. Chilling to think all three would reveal the same events. 

If there are multiple witnesses -- as in my case, my husband also experienced these things -- this process would continue but with a different set of remote viewers, psychics, hypnotists.

How realistic is this? I don't know. I do know that finding the right people would be difficult, but more practically, it no doubt would be very expensive. I know that I don't have money to spend on a diverse crew of investigators.

Still, an interesting thought. Using different methods at the same time to get at what happened. 

Medium Amy Allen's The Dead Files and … Aliens

The Dead Files is Travel Channel's ghost/medium program, where medium Amy Allen explores locations said to be haunted. Research into the particular home, building or site's history is done by co-host Steve DiSchiavi. (Who is a retired homicide detective.)  Ghosts and spirits abound, and I find the program interesting. I think Allen is a good psychic. These are the type of ghost shows I prefer; Allen's, and medium Kim Russo's The Haunting Of . . ., where mediums are used to communicate between spirits and the living. Not yahoos with "spirit traps" and the like banging around in order to catch a ghost. I have nothing against using technology to aid in ghost investigations, but I think they're often overused, the input of mediums neglected, and responsibility for the interactions between humans and spirit disrespectful.

I've been intrigued by the sometimes overlapping encounters of ghostly hauntings and alien encounters. Are they the same thing? Does one know of the other? Does one -- mainly, aliens -- intentionally mimic ghostly behavior? Is some of what witnesses report as ghostly hauntings not ghosts at all but aliens pretending to be ghosts?

Last night's episode of The Dead Files referred to this cross-over, or parallel ghost/alien realm. Ghosts were present in the home Allen investigated, but she also mentioned another energy; an alien presence. Paraphrasing here, but Allen said something along the lines of something else "not a demon, a dead thing, but something else. Alien" Literally.

 Steve DiSchiavi asked if the family had been "abducted." Amy said it was possible, and that the aliens were "visiting." "They kind of manage it" she said, suggesting that the aliens had something to do with manipulating in some ways the paranormal aspects of the case.

At the end of the program, Allen gives her recommendations to the families on what to do to end their ghostly experiences. She offers advice on the use of mediums, blessings, maybe moving, etc. In this episode, regarding the aliens, Allen said that magick wasn't going to help. As far as the aliens went, Allen suggested the family document any experiences, and keep talking about what they remember. Interesting she didn't mention hypnosis. I'm glad she didn't, but wonder why. The emphasis was on memory, bringing it out into the open, and keeping a record.

There was another Dead Files episode where Allen mentioned aliens. The following is from my post in January of 2014:

Dead Files: Encountering Aliens

Wow. Tonight's episode of The Dead Files, with medium Amy Allan, had Allan tell the haunted residents in their Rome, New York home that she had encountered something she had never experienced before. Besides the usual spirits haunting the property, it seems there are also tall, human looking but decidedly not human beings that Allan said were "aliens." Either aliens, or beings from another world -- not spirits or ghosts of humans, or even non-human energy type entities and creatures (demons) but, for lack of a better term, aliens. Non-human beings from another planet.

These beings appear to be after the children in particular. Allan said these beings will probably always be there and she didn't know how to get rid of them.

MUFON's Hangar 1

There is none.

Not a literal place, as shown in the show's picture of "Hangar 1" -- that's not really MUFON Headquarters, you know, like the Batcave or something.

One of the most pompous as well as amusing statements from UFO Land: this show's "Now, MUFON is granting access to its vast archives…" oh please.

Call me the Kathy Griffin of UFOlogy, but I mean, please. One of MUFON's experts is Dwight Equitz, who I can't help calling Clay Brickstone, given his soap opera looks and worse, his presentations, complete with raised eyebrow…

Although, the most respectable and honored Richard Dolan is often on the program, and that is one saving grace.

The show if all right for the the general audience who is mildly interested in UFOs, or, new to the whole crazy-ass mad hatter tumble down the rabbit hole of UFOlogy. But the sheer arrogance of this program, not to mention their disingenuous, gets to me. Most of all, their avoidance of the fact of Robert Bigelow's participation within MUFON is suspicious. Very, very suspicious.

I will make the disclaimer that there are many individual UFO investigators who are MUFON members that are to be respected. But MUFON as an institution, as an entity, is a not just a joke, but a dishonest one.

Just my opinion. As usual, I'm of two minds. One, overall pretty ridiculous, arrogant, and dishonest (i.e. Bigelow.) On the other hand, any enterprise whose purpose is to present to the hoi polloi UFO info from a non-debunking perspective is a good purpose. So, I don't know. Well, I do know one thing: it really doesn't matter. The debunkers/"skeptics" will continue on their path, despite shows like Hangar 1. The rest of us, varying in degree from gullible and naive aliens-are-here-to-help-us to the individual who has experienced such things all their lives to the generally interested, will continue to watch just about any show on UFOs. Because that's all we have. Mainstream anything will not give it up -- not ever, not until forced to anyway by the aliens themselves -- so we have to get our slivers of info and yes, entertainment (or, para-tainment) any way we can. That's all right.

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Still Stealing I See on UFOs and Aliens Blog

Some time ago I commented on Usko Ahonen's archons as greys article. You wouldn't know that from UFOs and Aliens blog, because there

Are Archons Greys By Usko Ahonen Md  the idiots have posted my comments under his title, without citation that it's me commenting on the article. Plus, they used the same photo of me they did the last time (see posts below.) So some might think Ahonen is me, or, I'm Ahonen. Clown shoe stealing morons.

Stealing Content Gets Weirder

So, I'm searching the blog cited as the "source" for the item posted on the blog mentioned in my post below. She cited Outer Space Guests as the source. Not my name or link, but some other blog. I haven't found my article there yet, but I did find this: Proof For Bakterial Alien Life In Outta Space | Outer Space Guests, which is a small item about life on mars. I didn't write it. I have nothing to do with it. But apparently the blog master at Outer Space Guests thinks so, since he posted this photo of me, holding the mug with UFO cartoonist Dennis Rano's image of me as the Orange Orb. (thank you Dennis!)

Stolen Yet Again: Revisiting The Tempest In A Teapot Mcminnville Ufo Photos Faked Again | Greys Area

Came across this, a post I wrote a few years back, posted in its entirety, without any mention of the author of such piece, which would be me. As I commented on Greys Area:

Revisiting The Tempest In A Teapot Mcminnville Ufo Photos Faked Again | Greys Area: Huh, you neglected to mention the writer of this piece. Which happens to be me. Regan Lee http://orangeorb.blogspot.com
I don't mind being mentioned, linked, or even having my entire articles reposted, but I DO expect correct citations. Otherwise, it's just stealing. (Regan Lee)

Really now.

Living in UFO Land: Call Me a Hippy, But . . .

So many researchers, investigators, organizations, pundits, witnesses, UFO television programs, books, theories, speculations, …

So many categories of experience. Genres of aliens and contact.

And an equal amount of disagreement about all of the above. "Disagreement" ranging from mild difference of opinion to out and out attacks of the most vile nature, verging on the illegal.

Then there is the Drawing Of Lines In The Sand. UFO groups (Gatekeepers, UFO Police, Scientific Organizations) get together and make damn sure they keep out any person or theory they don't like. They insist their take is the right take. They insist that "we'll never get anywhere" unless… unless their theory is accepted, unless the rest of us agree that such and such -- take your pick; contactees, abductions, ET, disclosure, -- is ridiculous. But more to the point, not just ridiculous but not to be entertained. Not to be included.

I'd like to see, not a "rigid scientific" UFO organization, or one that keeps all but one or two ideas within, but one that includes a diverse bunch. Call me a hippy, (which wouldn't be wrong) but the only way to begin to maybe get at It All is to look at the UFO phenomena/phenomenon with compassion, respect, and patience. That does not mean agreement. 

Regan Lee with friend, Venice Beach CA 1971, photo by John Lee

Instead, the majority of UFO people are running around fighting, attacking, sneering at others within. In other words, as had been said many times by others, the inhabitants of UFO Land are eating our young. With friends like that who needs enemies?

I think part of the problem is the crazy need to be accepted by mainstream society, by the institutions considered respectable (Big Science, academia, politics even) and main stream media. If only, think many UFO Land residents, we stick to …. pick your favorite: rigid scientific methods, and so on. Then we'd be accepted and taken seriously and everything will be cool and oh yeah, we'll also find out what it's all about.

Not one bit likely. All that will happen if we stay on that road is the continual fighting amongst ourselves, as well as the hoaxes, attention seekers and cheesy carny-like creeps that infest our fringes. Which is a part of the whole thing anyway, so not much use in bemoaning that reality.

This is what happens in UFO Land. An individual, or often enough, a few individuals who get together, find a little plot of land that has a sign on it: "ET", "Disclosure," "Abductions", "MILABS," "Fairies", "Mind Control", "Nazis" -- you know. Then a barbed wire fence is erected around this little bit of land. Often, rocks are thrown at the neighboring plots of land. No one shares, everyone fights, and the Big Answer is still a long ways off. Which brings us to . . .

The Big Answer. Expecting there is a Big Answer is equally futile. There might be one, I'm optimistic, but that's not my priority. It's the process, the quest, the journey, the effect of these still unexplained encounters upon not just the individual but the culture surrounding the individual, that is the issue. For now.

Of course, there is much more beyond that, but baby steps, baby steps. Such as agreeing to disagree while working together, not apart.

UFO Land's Persistent Need for Validity

Science. Big Science. Infrastructure, institutions, the status quo. Methods. Scientific methods. Methodology. Scientific methodology. All this, so many within the UFO realm, insist is necessary if one wants to be a 'serious" UFO researcher/investigator/pundit.

Oh bosh and bother and says who.

Of course I know that right off, many will gasp, affronted, and sputter on about the need for rigid scientific inquiry. Tests. Data systems.

Just don't include tales of hybrid babies, reptilians, astral journeys inside spaceships, dreams-as-vivid-memories-were-they-really-just-dreams? and good looking tall human types sharing nectar while discussing philosophy on the way to Venus. And please don't even breathe a hint of Bigfoot and UFOs.

Those are so embarrassing. Silly and stupid and lame and immature. Sophomoric. The neurotic interpretations by a pop culture saturated society. The mangled and abused grasping for spiritual meaning within the corruption of religious paradigms. Sexual frustrations and suppressions grown out of the juxtaposition of SEX SEX SEX and woeful ignorance of human sexuality.

No harm in bringing in "science" and using its tools to gather soil samples and such, compare weather forecasts, measurements, apply knowledge of astronomy and propulsion capabilities. . . we need that. But don't stop there. And do not place this use of nuts and bolts, these literalist approaches, on a higher plane than other ways. Certainly stop expecting that it is the only way -- the only respectable and legitimate way. 

(My ice filled glass just popped and cracked as I was writing this -- a Trickster like message, an alien sent omen?)

(How much of this is tongue in cheek?)

UFOs are real, duh. That's not the question, as I've said so many times through the years. The answer, now, that's what is needed. Not are they, but what are they? Another "duh."

But how can we possibly get close to an answer if we continue to exclude the bits some find crazy and embarrassing, or more to the point, low class? For classism is a huge elephant in the room here that is rarely addressed. Class isn't just relegated to the obvious cliche images of hooch swilling rural folk or high strung, attention seeking urbanites. We make assumptions on others based on a hundred things: education, profession, gender, politics, religion, tastes. Whether or not a woman has children. Marriage status and history. Sexual history. Political views.

All this: science, an individuals background, is not without some use of course. But here's the thing, when it comes to UFOs -- as well as the long list of the unexplained, weird, anomalous and esoteric -- this stuff has been with us forever.

Encounters with "the other" have been a part of humanity for many thousands of years. When did we forget that?

In all this time, we've attempted to put that fact into categories. Religion, for example: it's God, or the Devil.  Or, psychological structures: you're insane, mentally ill. Some have tried -- are still trying, mightily -- to impose the Big Science Explanation of It All onto these experiences. But we haven't reached any conclusions.

We certainly aren't going to get anywhere if we continue to exclude half, if not most, of the elements within UFO encounters. (Same goes for Bigfoot research.)



Mistakes are made. Enthusiasm, trust in fellow saucer heads, the personal quest to find out what happened -- to us, to others, in history, -- sometimes gives us a serious lack of discernment. So what? Really, so what?! We're human. We're looking for answers to strange and overwhelming questions. It's amazing we haven't completely lost our minds in the process. (And no, recounting one's encounter with a reptilian does not mean someone has lost their mind.)

It should be obvious by now that whatever "this" is, all this UFO high strangeness stuff, has not only been around forever, but manages on a consistent basis to really mess with our heads. We have to go beyond the literal, the nuts and bolts, the somber lights-in-the-sky reports, and stretch out.

Until we do that, the UFO police and gatekeepers and the protectors of the scientific method and all else be damned zealots will never find answers.

Gatekeepers: On Whose Authority?

UFO Gatekeepers. They come from all sides; uber-skeptics, debunkers, as well as those who believe, but insist on scientific approaches to exploring all that is UFO. The Gatekeepers wrangle one tentacle of the UFO Kraken, ignoring the rest -- even while it strangles them -- rejecting the elements that annoy them.

They decide who gets to, what methods, which cases.

On what authority?!

There is none.

James Mcgaha, uber-debunker, asks UFO witness if "she's qualified to look at the sky"

There is no UFO Authority, no matter how desperately some want there to be. There is no Official Method, case, researcher, witness, spokesperson.

No one is more, or less, qualified than anyone one else in this realm.

As soon as someone starts spouting off a need for standards: academic, scientific, "legitimate" cases, etc. I do not take them seriously.

Honesty is expected, at all times. That's about all we should expect. Sincere desire to explore, to share, to research, while holding the ball of integrity.

Other than that, the rest is a form of bullying. Self-righteous and arrogant demands to join, if you don't, then you're not honest, sincere and legitimate.

"Roswell" Slide Aftermath: The Death of UFOlogy

So some say. I say, oh don't be so ridiculous.

The study of, the search for, the yearning and the exploring, will never go away or "die." It's all so much bigger than that. To suggest otherwise is naive. It is also illustrative of much overeating of sour grapes.

The UFO Police as well as the uber-skeptics, the debunkers, indulge in the nonsense that "UFOlogy" is dead because there was no there there regarding the slides of a purported crashed ET in Roswell, New Mexico. It's just another hoax.

Goddess knows the paranormal (or anomalous, or Fortean, or weird, or supernatural, whatever term you like) field is full of such episodes. Nothing new. Not only that, nothing to be surprised at at all, since the hoaxing-Trickster-Cosmic Joker-inverse behavior of "it" does just that: mess with us. It always has and always will.

There are so many sides to "this" that it's overwhelming at times and we can feel like Sisyphus trying to get up that hill of weird. But within this enlightening, illuminating, scary, confusing, contradictory world, resides the nonsensical and tawdry, the carnival and the seedy clowns. While the existence of those things can be a bummer and leave a sour taste, it's not the end of anything. It just is. To allow it to get you down for longer than a few days is disappointing and discouraging, and to indulge in it with glee and pronounce the whole rich, complicated thing "dead" is ignorant.

Sure, calling those who intentionally screwed with us on their crap is justified. But then move on already. Not off -- just on. Beyond. And get back to the mysteries and the unanswered questions. Both of which have not gone away. Or, died. They're still alive, and they need our attention.

Suited Up Aliens

UFO lore is full of accounts of aliens in jumpers, coveralls, uniforms. Seems the bulk of those accounts go back to the "Golden Age" of UFO contacts. Aliens have been described by some witnesses wearing these uniforms or jumpsuits; other accounts have aliens wearing hooded cloaks, and of course, there are more variations on clothed aliens.

While I've never seen an alien "in person"  (wait a minute, there was that patio alien I saw.  And the "puppet aliens" as well as the dancing transparent greys . . . ) So never mind. Anyway, in my life long experience with the realm of UFOs, I have encountered a few aliens in suits. Not MIB type black suits, with ties and hats, but the coverall variety.

Patio Alien, Corning St. L.A., CA 1958? oil pastel and crayon by Regan Lee

The Silver Suited Patio Alien
The first one is what I call the "patio alien." This sighting happened when I was about four years old. I awoke late at night to find myself alone in the den, which was odd. What was I doing out there? The den had French doors which opened onto a patio. Through the French doors, I could see a small (about my size) "alien" in a silver one piece suit. He was doing something with our hose, and I was angry at him for messing with our stuff. He turned his face towards me. Hostility, as well as a sense of imminent danger, was coming off of him in waves. . I then realized he wasn't holding our hose, but had in his hand some kind of wand/ray gun type thing. His face was completely black (a mask or face plate kind of thing?) with red glowing eyes. He pointed this wand type thing at me. I remember screaming then passing out, then, nothing.

Blue Suited Aliens in the Garage
I had a dream of blue suited aliens in a garage. Now this dream was interesting, since Jim and I had a missing time experience while walking home one evening after feeling compelled to investigate a strange glowing light in a garage. We don't remember what happened after we walked toward the garage. Next thing we knew, it was a few hours later and we were in his apartment. We commented on how very strange it was, then went right to bed as if nothing odd had happened. And of course we were very surprised to find we woke up the next day at 4:00 o'clock in the afternoon. While the dream occurred years later and in Oregon, the garage/missing time episode happened in California much earlier.

Angry Little Silver Suited Alien
While I have had UFO experiences (I use the term "UFO experiences" loosely to cover non-human creatures, entities, craft in the skies, missing time, etc.) all my life, I wasn't immersed in the UFO realm as I am now. I accepted such things as "normal" but, aside from a general sense that UFOs were real, wasn't familiar with UFO narratives. UFO events seemed to have heated up when I met my future husband. That's when I had my "Geisha Alien" dream, as well as the missing time and light in the garage experience. When we moved from California to Oregon, we continued to have odd experiences.

I saw the Orange Orb when we were living on Friendly street in Oregon. To this day, my husband and I argue over this. He insists we saw this orb a year or so earlier when we were living downtown, near the U of O. And he doesn't remember anything about the rest of that night; me going to the phone, wondering who to call about the sighting (police, airport, who?), wanting to go outside to see if the object was still there, etc. (We also had missing time with this sighting.)

I don't remember any specific UFO events while we were living in the apartment by the University before the Friendly street house, but one experience is interesting. One night I had the most vivid and upsetting dream. I dreamt that a small, silver suited alien appeared in our living room. And it was causing havoc; more like a poltergeist than an alien. The aliens suit was a one piece jumpsuit, silver. It was wearing a wide belt with all kinds of buttons and controls that lit up; red, green, orange. I remember being scared by this dream and I couldn't get the whole thing out of my mind for days. (Fortean side bar: reports of Bigfoot wearing uniforms and outer space type tool belts can be found in Peter Guittilla's Bigfoot Files.)

With the exception of the dream about the blue suited aliens in the garage, all these events happened before Whitely Streiber's Communion,or Budd Hopkins Intruders, etc. I was familiar with stories like the Barney and Betty Hill case, but not in great detail.

Many Realms vs. Nuts and Bolts
Nuts and bolts might be an outdated term, but that kind of thinking is still too present in UFO research. It is possible to have physical craft as well as more ephemeral aspects all at once. (This is also true of Bigfoot.)

I'm not suggesting these dreams and encounters were literal meetings with extra terrestrials. Probably a combination of many factors, including entering that realm that is as real as our mundane one. And no doubt, some actual -- literal --  UFO interactions.

When you have UFO experiences that include sightings of physical craft, witnessed by others, as well as telepathy, "dreams," missing time, and so many other anomalous episodes, it seems ridiculously short sighted to stick to a rigid view of "nuts and bolts" and delegate the rest to the fringes of the fringe.