For weeks now, I've been waking up around 3AM, the "witching hour." Sometimes it's only after snapping myself out of some sort of dream paralysis, or after a series of short dreams where I think I am awake, but I'm really not. I googled slight variations of "waking up at 3AM ghosts?" or "waking up 3AM aliens?" and came to the following conclusions: Maybe all of the above. Or try eating a spoonful of peanut butter before bed.
Last night I dreamed I was on my sister's porch in Goshen, Indiana and it was night, and the sky was clear and still and the stars were twinkling with menace or maybe it was false bravado, like they knew what was coming. What came next was a football field-sized UFO, like an upside-down city on the deck of a cruise ship, and it was slow and it was passing me by. I started jumping up and down and waving my arms and calling out to it, "I'm right here! Take me!" Then I woke up.
Tonight, I did not dream, but where I am now it is 3AM, and I woke up and came across an article of Boyd Bushman in my Facebook trending feed, because that is where I've been getting news lately, and the first video was deleted from Youtube, due to copyright infringement, but who knows what that really means, and the above video comes with commentary and pursed faces, but it's better than nothing.
I don't know what it all means. I figure everything is either a hoax, or a cover-up, or somewhere in the grey, and I always choose the grey.
Claudia Lamar, October 2014