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100 Seems as if that was generating some attention. Also, going to the beach in the morning on the weekend is not normally something I do, but, I had the urge to do it this day. Helicopters, Rounds 4 & 5. The final two episodes involved a new mode of operation: flying in huge circles over our apartment building, as well as the fact that these helicopters weren't solid black. Rather, they were a very dark blue color. For those two reasons I didn’t think (at first) that they were black helicopter harassment, but several things indicated that it seemed to be the same thing: Round 4 was on July 16, 2003 at 7:24 a.m. (You'll see in a minute why the time is important.) Just before this thing showed up I had been having a dream about “thems” in a helicopter; they showed up in my dream, looking for their “3 way radio.” My mom was there, of all people, (she’s not in my life anymore, as noted in my “Appendix” supplement http://www.in2worlds.net/abductions) and she had lost this 3- way radio thing. They were annoyed, and wanted the 3 way radio back...whatever that’s supposed to mean, and whatever reason she of all people was involved in it all. I can only guess. At the moment when the real helicopter was approaching our apartment my dream took a violent turn. People in my dream began attacking each other, hitting each other with frying pans. (kind of funny I guess). I woke to hear the sound of a real helicopter beginning its repetitive circling overhead. When Tom went to go out and take a picture of it, (dark blue in color, no markings) I felt like the wind had been taken out of my Sails, deflated, passive, like I couldn’t do much of anything, and even admonished him not to take pictures of it! (programming I suspect — because I wouldn’t do that now.) Our apartment was on the outer edge of the circle it was flying in, but as soon as I stepped foot outside it “coincidentally” swung by right over where I stood. We went back inside, listening as it continued circling outside, and I We realized I was getting more and more scared. Not good. So finally I told Tom, “Give me a moment...” and I lay on my bed, closed my eyes, and pulled another “Change the Radio Dial.” Within seconds of me doing that the helicopter coincidentally flew off, and abruptly ended its circling. Chasing Phantoms i same week that Tom was en route to come back to Florida from Iowa.