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27 they call us ‘the short round ones’ because they have so many of our children. Our children, when healthy, are rounder than they. They appeared thin and lightweight, but it was hard to judge because they were clothed. | don’t have a clear recollection of their clothing, | think light- colored jumpsuits. “| felt | was not the only adult human there but that there were more human children present than human adults. Near me was a little blond-headed boy about three years old. | picked him up and held him, and he really seemed to like that. Then | said, ‘Where is your mommy?’ and he looked sad and didn’t say anything. | got the strong feeling that the pilot who stood to my left and others of his kind very much disapproved of my asking that question. Then | noticed a little girl, also blonde. | feel she was eleven years old for some reason, though | think she was more the size of an average nine-year-old. | asked her if she was the boy’s sister, and she said no. | had the feeling they had no kin people with them. The little girl also seemed sad, and | remember feeling grateful that ‘they’ hadn’t taken my children from me, but | was sad about these children and the many others. ‘There was a big window arched at the end to my right. Outside the window was a little play yard. A dark-haired human woman was tending a group of human children. | felt she was no kin to them, except that they were all human. | did not see the other adults whom | felt were there somewhere. “| recollect that there was a process of returning me, but | don’t remember it in any detail now. | felt that the experience within the piloted craft seemed ‘staged’ somehow for the benefit of my belief system, but the intense lifting feeling felt somehow necessary and real.” “January 24, 1993. Three nights in a row | have had dreams including UFOs, a craft, and beings. The next night in actual awake reality, | watched UFO activity in the sky, two luminous fiery balls a little bigger than basketballs.” One of Polly’s most vivid and recent dream-events she reported to me at length in a letter, complete with drawings of the creatures she remembered seeing. “On the night of June 27 (1993),” she wrote, “I had dreams which included vivid visual impressions of aliens and appearances of very bright, very real-feeling lights. The aliens did not look like what | would have depicted if you had said, ‘Draw a typical alien.’ The characteristics were a pronounced brow-ridge, convolutions or folds on the forehead and beside the eyes, eyes back under shelter of the brow-ridge, and gray or gray-green skin. They were proportionately tall and thin. There were at least three and | am pretty sure more, standing closer together than | have drawn them. | am not sure about my depictions of nose and mouth, but nose and mouth were somehow represented. I’m also not sure about details of the lower body. “l remember being utterly fascinated with their brow folds and the folds beside their black eyes, but not looking directly into those eyes. Also with the texture of their fairly tough skin, which was sort of like an artist's kneaded eraser. | have a recollection of having been very close to the one on your left [in drawing], so close that my face was right up by the right-hand side of the face, looking closely at those folds. Then | recollect being back a little further from them seeing the group standing together, but | don’t know what happened first. “| felt as | awakened that what | retained were two fragments of a much more detailed experience, as if | had sort of mentally photographed those two segments to ‘bring back’ as souvenirs-yes, it was almost as if they posed for these memories! That is why | could get so close to that one without having to become engulfed by his eyes, and it is why they stood so obligingly in that little group!”