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67 air of my mind, just above and to the right. The ship vision dissipated when the telephone jolted me awake with the person on the other end reminding me I was having breakfast with her. When I stood up I felt disoriented, somewhat dizzy. The shower awakened me fully. I couldn’t understand why I had been feeling so groggy since I’d had such a peaceful, undisturbed night’s sleep. As time went by, months later, I began to understand that whenever I had been abducted toatioa Fi c 1 4 uaa once again or had had an encounter of some kind with the aliens, I was always dizzy, and not myself when I awakened the next morning but I never gave a moment’s thought to such a thing as I wakened in the hotel in St. Louis. When I slipped my purple dress over my head the glittering space ship again entered my mind just enough to make me notice. It was as if the ones responsible for the mental vision were saying, “Now, don’t forget!” I wondered all through the morning, Why? What had I seen? What did it mean? I'd never experienced anything like the silvery gold UFO that hung so beautiful, so realistically within my mind, nor had I had such an experience before. Later during the lectures I looked in my purse for my new sunglasses. I then searched the floor around my seat. During the break I asked if anyone had seen my glasses. No one had. Just before the talks began again a woman four chairs over from me opened her locked briefcase and with a look of wonder, pulled out my sun glasses and held them up. I didn’t know the woman. I muttered “Impossible!” It seems my new sunglasses had teleported themselves into a stranger’s briefcase. Already this conference had given me several surprises with more to come. On the second day, after I’d heard the astrophysicist, Dr. Vallee, I just wanted to get closer to him. It wasn’t that his speech was so compelling. In fact, I was bored by all his Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator