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Most of the time I am sure that dreams are only the resting mind’s leisure time where it juggles information around with the dreamer’s fears and imagination. There are the rare occasions however where something else happens between the sleep and waking state, where there is just too much lucidity and consistency for it to be a dream. The Oz Factor plays its part here and I believe it to be the habitat of peculiar entities. These dreams were nothing of the kind. Just like the normal ones, they were easily forgotten and only recalled in vague patches later. This of course reinforced their invalidity. It makes me realise now how these shady entities have fooled so many over the years by manipulating the dream environment. I now understand the entities patterns and manoeuvres enough to be able to differentiate between the real and the non during the night encounters. The “dream people” of my childhood were different. The ones that came at night were different from the “monk magicians” and seemed to display ultra technology rather than magic. I always knew when I was about to have one of the “night people” dreams because the environment around me changed. I didn’t necessarily need to be asleep either. A kind of oppressive atmosphere would fill the room just before a visit and the sounds around me such as the downstairs television or the toilet flushing became distant as if underwater. The interaction always followed on after a mental cascade of numbers which meant nothing to me. Once this had happened I was in the night people’s realm, the ethereal and immaterial existence I call the Otherness. Changes would also take place in me as I was physically different. Once in this state I could do the things they did such as float or converse telepathically without questioning the phenomena. I would often be taken from my bed and led on some abstract journey. Ludicrous and incredible. My young mind often assumed these beings were children because of their size, but when I think back to their actual appearance I realise of course that they weren’t. They had all the filled out characteristics of an adult although they couldn’t have been much more than 4 feet high. Their appearance was humanlike although not exactly. In fact they resembled dolls with their perfectly proportioned features and smooth skin, so much so that they couldn’t have been human. Another ironic feature they had was “painted on hair” just like some of the action dolls I played with at the time. They had to have been dolls; their mouths were in a fixed position when they spoke to me without sound. 16 vague memories of weird dreams, what else could they be?