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Years later I would see similar photographs of these craft from a book about the famous Gulf Breeze sightings in Florida in the late eighties. The snapshots were quite fantastic and very similar to the craft I had actually dreamt about although not exactly. The mysterious blue glow was there together with the look that wasn’t unlike something gothic and the similarity from my dreams did ring a bell. The dreams I had however displayed images so lucid and unique that I would have trouble comparing them with anything Thad seen. I recalled these craft having old-fashioned cogs or wheels that appeared to rotate the ship’s exterior slowly as it moved through the sky. There was a type of inconsistency where the texture of the ship’s surface would move, stretch and somehow find itself again like the skin of a worm might. The images I saw resembled something living almost like sky-bound jellyfish. This movement would alter the craft’s exterior and go slightly transparent as it did so. For all I knew, these craft could have been living entities rather than just being piloted by them. Their performances were as angelic and graceful as they were stomach-turning, similar to the way we might observe an assortment of marine life in a stretch of coral. We would be mesmerised and in awe of the colourful selection of tropical fish yet be repulsed by the sudden appearance of an ugly stingray. That mix of feelings were what I had during the dream. Because the dreams lacked sequence, the implications were a mystery. I did feel however that I had some meaningful communion going on with the scene around me. The entire night sky was lit up with living craft and I doubt that the scene would have limited itself to just my eyes. The whole world would have been able to see what I saw that night in the dream. If there was ever a mass arrival coming from the heavens, that was it! With all the dreams and heightened strangeness going on in my life at the time added to its fascination and confusion, the next logical step should have been professional investigation. Hypnosis would have been an obvious choice but there was something about this option that just wouldn’t give. Maybe that was a mystery in itself, a factor probably owing to my lifelong programming. So much bizarre activity continued that the possibility of hypnosis either got overlooked or just wasn’t an issue. There was also my history of pre-conceived beliefs that made this barrier extremely difficult to succumb. Thad always maintained that I could not be hypnotised. This was partly rational and partly pre-conceived. Rational in the sense that I knew myself too well and how I would respond to being induced to a deep and relaxed state. I had always been this hypersensitive individual with a marked 35