I was an eight year old boy. It was 1958, and I lived in the small town of Bristol, NH. I had a memorable dream! I awoke both fascinated and curious about the recollection of this most unusual and peculiar dream.
My life at this time had very little fantasy or belief surrounding UFO's. The most imaginative and leading school of thought in my life was TV’s "The Twilight Zone".
I had the following dream:
I was floating above ground in a horizontal position near the residence of a friend and classmate. I had walked her home from school many times. I recognized the location and structure of her house.
There were about nine of us milling about in the air! We were all boys from the same school and class. Each would fly up to the second story, then low toward the first floor in our own direction. It looked pretty random. No one spoke a word.
I approached the second story wall. I penetrated it. As I peered in, I viewed who I thought were her parents. The surroundings appeared worn, somewhat disheveled, and unimpressive.
I then floated down to the ground, and into a cylindrical passage. I rose upward, and came upon a brilliantly lit, apparently circular room. Upon entering I looked in one direction only, though I tried to peer about.
I beheld the most unusual sight I'd never imagined! In the command seat sat an alien in symbolic robe! He faced a control panel with dancing lights. His hand was on an adjustment. Curious was the fact that he didn't turn to look at me. It was also interesting that the physical appearance of the alien's head was somewhat egg-shaped, with the small diameter at the top. Most stunning was the witness of transparent skin, through which blood vessels were evidenced. If there were a skull, it, also, was see through. There was not another visible within this direction.
I lingered there just long enough to view. Then I floated back outside and went back to the business of examining the surrounding home. It didn't last long. I woke up! I remembered as far back in the dream as I could recall. I was at the stage of being excited by this dream. I still remember it to this day!
A few years then passed. I had reached the tender age of twelve. I sensed thought that was loud enough to be almost a voice! He suggested I explore the option of learning if it would be possible to meet and date this schoolmate as my prospective wife! I was a meek and shy boy, but I felt filled with the inspiration and courage to go and visit her.
I walked straight to her house, and fought off fear of encountering strangers within. My hand knocked on the first floor door. When there was no answer, I peered inside to see what the reason would be. Though it was dimly lit, I could see there was a stairway inside. I opened the front door, and climbed the stairs to the second floor.
The family did indeed, live on the second floor! I had never been aware of this fact. When I knocked, her younger brother came to answer. I asked for her. Her brother answered that she was at home, but that she sadly had become pregnant at the lean age of 12 by a 15 year old boy. These two planned to marry. The family was to move from Bristol to the town of New Hampton.
He asked me if I'd like to see her. With sorrow in my heart, I said, "No, thanks, just tell her I said hello, and good luck." I was stunned! I walked away in sadness and silence. My thoughts were jumbled and confused. I didn't really know what to make of my experience and luck.
Thinking back on it, I wish now that I'd taken the time to visit and to send her on life\'s journey with the knowledge that I had cared enough to hope to marry her myself. Perhaps she had other youthful suitors that summer. I haven't mentioned my dream to any others from town.
I suggest perhaps my dream lends credibility to possible angelic alien visitors, who guide us along the path to our personal tomorrows. Within each life, each individual has a mission to fulfill. It is chosen between lives when your soul communes with God as a bright light amongst a warm and glowing love. This lesson did put me in line with my life's journey.
I doubt mine is the only story from this time period. This is but one memory that I hold dear to probable encounters I experienced during my formative years. As I look back upon the lessons, I find a sense of trust and support that these aliens were somewhat regular guides on a path from yesterday through tomorrow. May we welcome them in peace, and be voices of strength to their courage and choice of duty in life.
I truly believe!
Submitted By: Gene R. Morrill
PO Box 112, New Ipswich, NH 03071-0112
(603)-878-0747
