posted on Apr, 26 2007 @ 10:49 PM
I can tell you that I had UFO dreams before I'd even heard the term "UFO"... As a little kid (back in the early 1960s), I often had dreams
of traveling through space — not in an exotic spaceship, but just by myself, zipping around wherever I pleased, exploring different star systems and
planets, and seeing some wild sights, way beyond my childish capacity to describe them. I distinctly remember my first specific "UFO" dream
from about that time, also, in which I was standing on the roof of our two-story house, gazing up into the clear evening sky as the sun was setting,
and watching whole waves of golden glowing discs moving across the sky from due east to due west. There were hundreds of discs, an
armada of discs, all traversing the sky in unison for as far as you could see. This dream was profoundly silent and filled me not with
fear, but with a sense of excited anticipation.
In a subsequent childhood dream, I was tent-camping in my backyard late at night, and was lifted off the ground by a friendly green
light (maybe 30 feet in diameter). I started panicking when I realized that I was far above the rooftops, and somehow resisted the lifting
force, whereupon the friendly green light gently returned me to my backyard, then zipped away, straight up.
My father died young, and I have had recurrent dreams about him for decades — he's usually knocking at the front door, and we're all amazed to see
him, and he explains that he didn't really die, he just "had to go away for a while." Anyway, the first time I had this dream, about a year
after his death, I saw my father approaching the house, coming up the walkway and knocking at the door. I opened the door and hugged him, then I
became angry and demanded to know why he had left us — he motioned for me to come outside, which I did, and then he motioned for me to look at our
family car parked in the driveway. I was becoming frustrated, because I couldn't understand what he was trying to show me. As I looked intently at
the car, I realized that he wanted me to see a reflection in the windshield. The glass was reflecting the sky, and in the sky were several
golden glowing discs. I spun around and looked up as the discs sailed over us, and my father said "That's what I came to show you."
In another childhood UFO dream, which was particularly frightening, I saw a large, iridescent white saucer hovering over my backyard late at
night. I ran toward the saucer, which appeared to be only about 10 feet off the ground, and as I approached it closely, the thing emitted a kind of
violet beam of light which touched the ground at my feet. I felt a distinct urge to "walk up" the light beam, like an easy-access ramp. As
I entered the saucer, I could see nothing before me except another light ramp leading down. I followed that ramp down into a truly
devastated landscape of ruined structures, craters, crazily-strewn debris everywhere, and the blackest night sky I have ever seen, as if
there was no atmosphere. Fearfully, I retraced my steps up into the saucer and down the other side, back into my own world.
By far one of the weirdest dreams I had was at the age of 10, a rare daylight dream (I almost always dream of night scenes) that found me
strolling along an expansive and empty beach at the ocean's shore. Far down the beach, I could see a faint structure that resembled a
domed stadium, and I plodded toward it. After a good long walk, I finally approached the structure, and I could see that it was much too small
to be a stadium — however, it was a very large, domed, grayish saucer, resting right there on the beach! Slack-jawed, I wandered
around its perimeter. I was abruptly joined by a couple of little people — and, this was no surprise, I couldn't see them
when I tried to look straight at them. They gestured that I should enter the craft for a tour. I say "gestured" because there was no
verbal or telepathic communication, as far as I could tell. They wanted me to come in, and BOOM we were inside. The interior was
minimalist, with no doorways or corridors or windows and no apparent lighting source. There were some flying arches that divided the
circular craft into three 120° sections — each section contained a sort of large, pure glass or crystalline sphere (perhaps 8 feet diameter)
mounted right into the deck. The little people were, again, gesturing to the spheres, as if they were showing me something of great
significance, but I didn't understand at all what they were trying to tell me. This little tour continued until I had seen all three spheres,
and then BOOM we were outside again. The little people gestured for me to walk a good distance away, which I did — whereupon the
domed saucer lifted straight up out of the sand, and I could see that its bottom was domed, as well, leaving a huge concave depression in the beach.
The craft ascended, maybe 100 or so feet in the air, and departed slowly along the shoreline until it disappeared at the horizon.
Now, these are just a tiny few of the UFO dreams I had as a kid — I've had some astounding ones as an adult, which include... well...
I'm not sure how to even describe them succinctly. It would require volumes, I think.
— Doc Velocity
[edit on 4/26/2007 by Doc Velocity]