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118 something highly significant to pique my interest and get me to interact on a personal level with the aliens again. On January 8, 1993, it got rather personal when | woke up to find my clothing had been removed, and | hadn’t been the one who removed them. This was always upsetting to me when it occurred in the past, for it made me feel intimately and helplessly violated. | had the same response this time, and when | phoned Brenda to discuss it the next morning, she told me of the dream she’d had the same night. | was in it. She dreamed she was aboard a craft, immobile on a table, and she could see me ona table beside her, also unable to move. She said she tried desperately to reach out to me, but couldn't, and that’s all she recalled. | had no memory to match the event, but the missing clothing was indicative of some nocturnal activity | hadn’t generated. It was Casey’s turn next, in February. On the morning of the seventeenth he told me that in the middle of the night, at 12:38 a.m., a loud “bang” noise awakened him from a dream. (Normally | am the one who awakens at any sound, while he sleeps through everything.) In the dream, he had been standing in the living room looking out the picture window at the ridge behind our property. A large, white orb appeared in the sky and then descended to the ridge. He told me that he instantly remembered the dream when he was awakened by the bang and that he then got out of bed and walked into the living room. Just as in the dream, he stood peering out the window, watching in full consciousness as a large, white orb appeared and descended to the ridge. “What happened then?” | asked, and he shrugged. “| guess | went back to bed,” he said, “but | honestly don’t remember doing it.” And his response was curiously passive, as mine had been. This time | noticed and determined to be more alert if anything else were to occur, to fight the passive effect in order to react the way | thought best, rather than the way some outside force directed me. In April | also had a nighttime event, much less dramatic than Casey’s sighting of the orb, but nonetheless inexplicable. At 1:14 a.m. | awoke hearing the sound of a C-130 airplane, with which I’m very familiar as training flights from the nearby military base have regular paths over this area. The plane sounded as if it was just coming directly overhead, at an extremely low altitude. My first reaction was irritation at the thoughtlessness of training flights at such an intrusive hour. I'll phone the base in the morning and complain, | thought as | lay there with Casey soundly asleep beside me. But seconds, and then minutes, elapsed, and the noise of the C-130 didn’t waver, increase, or diminish. It can’t be hovering! | thought, but that’s exactly how it sounded-as if a C-130 was motionless low over the house. In a normal state of consciousness-which | really thought | had -I would have awakened Casey to hear it, too, but | didn’t. Instead, six or seven minutes after first hearing it, | just fell asleep. It didn’t occur to me to resist. For over a year | had kept the attitude that | wouldn’t acknowledge alien contact back in my life, in our lives, without strong, overt experiences. | had also been praying, in my fashion, to whatever good and loving and true higher forces may be out there, asking for two things: that they guide me to know and follow the power of goodness; and that they communicate with me in an overt manner, without any subtlety or ambiguity. | prayed for help, for information that would be clear enough for a child to understand, as | realized my level of understanding and perception were about that rudimentary in dealing with the