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Sighting Reports 2009

Alien Encounter or Lucid Dream?

Sketch of Crafts and Entities Encountered by Witness.
Sketch of Craft and Entities Encountered by Witness.

Pittsburg is in Southeast Kansas Near Missouri Border.
Pittsburg is in Southeast Kansas Near Missouri Border.

Date of Sighting: September, 2009 (Exact Date Unknown)
Time of Sighting: 3 AM CDT
Location of Sighting: Pittsburg, Kansas (See Map)

Description: This isn't like the other sightings that I have seen on your site, But it is the only UFO web site I have found that makes it easy to share what may or may not have happened. Around three in the morning after a late night watching TV I locked my doors and shut off all of my lights. (It is a habit I have been very compulsive about for years.) I always even double check to make sure all the doors are locked and all the lights are off before going to bed. After I drifted off to sleep, I had a very, VERY vivid dream. I have had vivid dreams before, but they were nothing compared to this. In my "dream," I woke up, in the same position I had fallen asleep in. Everything was exactly as it was as I had left it when I was awake. Basically, it’s as if I dozed off for a few minutes. I remember getting out of bed in kind of a trance. I was aware of what I was doing, but at the same time not giving any of my actions a second thought. I felt this incredible compulsion to walk out into my living room. So I did. When I got there, I stood for a second, feeling warm, and very calm. I then felt a very, very strong urge to walk to my front door, and open it. So I did. Straight across the small bit of grass in front of my door, was my neighbors apartment, and to my right, about twenty feet of grass yard before the gravel alleyway. Hovering about two feet over that grass was some sort of vehicle. It was long, probably thirty feet, and maybe fifteen feet wide. It was very sleek and streamlined, like it was meant to travel through air. It was dark red, and had something that resembled a spoiler on the back end. It had a windshield, and some windows, and they were solid black. Completely opaque, and just as reflective as the rest of the hull, but they were not conventional windows. Unlike our vehicles, when the vehicle is made they are made out of a sturdy material with a port where the tempered glass will be fitted, ending in two separate parts. The windows on this vehicle were “part” of the hull. Like it was one, solid piece. I felt a really strong urge to walk outside and walk towards it. This is the first time I hesitated. I didn’t know what it was, but something came over me, as if to reassure me. Instead of being drawn towards it and feeling terror, I felt like it was welcoming me, smiling, with arms outstretched, like I was walking towards an old friend who was happy to see me. It was such a peaceful feeling. So I opened my door and walked out towards it. Keep in mind, this felt REAL. I felt the cool grass under my feet. I felt the warm breeze. I am pretty sure mosquito's bit me. It is as real to me as a memory of me doing something as simple as going to the grocery store. As I walked towards what I can best describe as a shuttle, the side opened. A door didn’t slide open, on rollers like a van or on hinges like a door. The best way I can describe it is how stage curtains spread apart. Only the sides of the “door” didn’t wrinkle like curtains. It just became OPEN. Without hesitating, I climbed inside and took a seat. It wasn’t a car seat, but more like a stool. Like a really comfortable, wide, fitted stool. Inside, I could see outside into the night through the “windows,” but slightly darker, as if they were tinted. There were a row of lights on the ceiling going from front to back. At the front, there were two seats in the “cockpit,” with lights and other things I didn’t comprehend. I was seated with by back to the right side of the vehicle. There were several other seats like mine, and a few “bench” seats, like in a fifteen passenger van. And most of the seats were occupied. The creatures were maybe a little shorter than me, from what I can tell as they were seated (I am 6’1” tall), and they were wearing uniforms. (The suits were grey, yet silver and they covered their whole bodies, but their hands and heads.) They were not simply jumpsuits, but something of a more practical nature, but because of my limited understanding I couldn’t quite figure out what. The only technology of theirs I understood was the lights and the seats. I am but a simple human. They were very slender, with large heads. Their heads were like the typical “grey alien” heads where they bulge upwards, but rather they bulged backwards. They had tiny nostrils, a prodruding, tube-like mouth, and two antennae or horns coming out of their upper forheads. Their skin was green, not a slimy, booger-green, but rather a rough, textured darker green. The most striking features of their face were their eyes. They were bulging, almond-shaped eyes. They had no whites or pupils, but instead were red. Not a terrifying red, but a calm, serene red. Lighter shades of red either swirled or stayed stationary on their eyes. It’s very hard to explain, but their eyes were beautiful. When they spoke to me, they gestured with their hands a lot. I noticed that they had four fingers on each hand. Two large main fingers, and then a thumb on each side. Four fingers and four thumbs total. And when they spoke, it sounded very dull and dainty, almost like they were cooing. I couldn’t understand it, because they didn’t form words like I do. In my head, I understood it. Not so much that I heard voices, but more like ideas came to me as they spoke to me.They were very interested in me. They asked me a lot of questions. For the duration of this interview, I was still in the trance. Almost like I was drunk, but with full motor control of myself. They asked me if I would like to come with them. I thought for a moment, and simply asked when they would be back. They informed me that they would return in almost exactly three years. I briefly considered it, but told them that was too long for me to just up and leave. About this time in our conversation, I noticed it had gotten lighter outside, so I looked out the window. That’s when I noticed that we were moving. Not just floating around town, but were were about two hundred yards above a lot of trees, maybe a forest, and from what I could tell, we were moving faster then any plane I had ever been on. I hadn’t even noticed that we had begun to move. They seemed sad that I wouldn’t come, but told me they would be back. They told me they would take me home, and the next thing I remember is waking up in my bed. It was about seven in the morning. I felt exhausted like I had been up all night. I got up to use the restroom and get a drink, and when I did, I noticed my front door was unlocked and wide open, and I suddenly remembered my “dream.” I cannot explain to you how much I’ve thought about this since it happened last summer. I haven’t been able to decide if it was a dream or not.

Additional Information Supplied by Witness (In Response to Investigator Questions):
Hi William! Thanks for replying. I honestly didn't think anyone would.

As far as debris, there was none that I recall. I mean, part of the walk from my door to the shuttle thing is concrete. And if my landlord hadn't mowed recently, I could walk out there and back now and not track anything.

I hope you don't think I'm making this up! I usually do remember my dreams, but this doesn't play back like a dream. More like a memory of being drunk (but not belligerently so).

Note: It is difficult to know whether the witness was conscious at the time of his sighting. One would think that if the witness had walked outdoors that some soil or grass debris on the witness's feet would have been noticed the next morning. (The additional information supplied by the witness above answers the question why no "feet debris" was noticed.)

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