Well here goes (it is rather lengthy). I hope I can tell this story as
sequentially as possible. It was the summer of 1961. I had just graduated
from high school and was all excited about going to college.
My family had bought a new home just outside of the city limits of Tulsa, Oklahoma. We were
the first home in this area and it was quite barren at the time. Now during this
period there had been a lot of sightings of unusual lights in the sky. We even
watched several nights. My whole family and friends. They danced about and we
found it quite fascinating and entertaining. No one really thought too much
about it. We knew that the U.S. was doing a lot of research and
Anyway back to me. One night I had a vivid dream. I dreamed
that a high shrill beeping noise awoke me. I got up out of bed and walked out
the door, across a field when I saw the alien craft. I did not feel afraid. I
just slowly walked towards it. I knew that I was being controlled, but it was
As I got closer I could see the aliens. I felt their expressions were more
curious, yet caring. Like a child might look at a new puppy. I remember walking
up a ramp. Then there was a lapse of memory. I went from that spot to an area
where they had me on a slab of some sort. We were talking to each other through
telepathy. I was curious as to where they were from. The tallest one who seemed
to be in charge lowered a map of the universe. He ask me if I recognized the
different constellations on this map. I did not. So he said ,"Well, it
won't do me any good to show you where we are from."
From there it seemed to be a blur. The next thing I remembered
was walking into the house. I entered my bedroom and sat at the window and
stared up at the sky. At some point I fell asleep. The next morning I asked my
mother if she heard me go out the front door? She did not.
It was strange in the
fact that I could not get this incident off of my mind. I have had dreams that
seemed realistic before, but this was different. That night when I went to get
into the shower I felt a soreness in my naval. I looked down and found three
puncture wounds. For several months these punctures would ooze fluid. They had a
very foul odor. I didn't say anything to anyone.
Personally I thought I was going crazy. My routine had changed
however, every night I would sit at my window and watch the sky...I seemed to
feel they were coming back and I was waiting for them. My mother did remember
this, but I did not tell her why I was sitting there. As time passed, I began
remembering more things AND like overnight I had acquired a keen sense of ESP
which almost drove me out of my mind. I went for several years just passing the
whole incident off as a dream. I got married in 1964.
My husband was in the Air Force. He finished his B.A. in Syracuse, N.Y. He was a Russian linguist and
had several secret clearances. He was the only person I had told about my dream.
While in Syracuse in 1966, we were watching a late movie on TV. It was about the
Barney and Betty Hill incident (I think that was their names). I had never heard
about it, nor had I read anything about UFO'S etc.
As I began watching I felt like I was reliving my dream. So many things were similar and some identical. The map she drew was exactly what I had seen. When she told about the needles
being place in her naval I got hysterical and grabbed my stomach...I was feeling
the pain all over again. I began crying uncontrollably.
It was at this moment
that my husband knew something had really and truly happened. I told him I
wanted to get some counseling. He begged me not to do that because it could have
a negative repercussion towards him and he might lose his clearances.
Being a devoted wife, I knew that I could never tell. As time passed more and more details began to
come back. I realized that I had been coached over and over. The aliens told me that I would forget everything. I know now that it was like I was in a hypnotic state. For years I did not feel any
fear, but then as the memory became more and more vivid I found myself at times
being absolutely petrified. I maintained the acute ESP.
One incident in particular. My husband was flying "recon sorties" in Viet Nam. We were
living in Okinawa, Japan and I would see him approximately every three to six
weeks. One day I was sitting in the living room. My sons were both taking
All of a sudden this large sphere was in front of me. It was like looking into a six-foot crystal
ball. I realized at that moment that I was inside his aircraft and something bad
was going on. I grabbed a pad and pencil and began writing down everything I
heard. I wrote the date, time, names, conversation, latitude and longitude.
My husband returned home two weeks later. I asked him what he was doing on that particular date at that particular time. He turned and looked at me with a look I had never seen. I handed him the
piece of paper. He turned white as a sheet as he read my notes. I had written
down a lot of code names and the latitude and longitude had pinpointed exactly
where they were located. He immediately went to the phone and told the Colonel
what had happened. I had to go through a debriefing...that is one reason I
cannot give particulars, but I can tell you that my husband received a distinguished
flying cross over the incident.
The ESP became even more acute and everyday I knew what was going to happen. To make a long story
short. I almost lost my mind over it. Then I made a conscious decision to not
allow it to happen. This was because everything I envisioned were bad things.
Throughout the years I have wanted to just get this off my mind. I actually was
doing quite well until December 1994 (might have been '95 not really sure). It
was Christmas Day.
My sons had come up and my parents were in. I had a house full. I was
living in Texas. Like any Christmas, it was hectic, yet full of laughter.
We stayed up till midnight and I remember how exhausted I was when I hit the
bed. At 4 a.m. I woke up absolutely in a cold sweat. I was dreaming that this
alien craft was chasing me. I finally found some very dense woods and ran has
hard as I could. When I woke up with a start, I could not go back to
I found it so odd to have such a dream with everything going on. I
did not tell my family anything. But I couldn't get it off my mind. I know
that Christmas Day fell on a Sunday and everyone would be leaving the first
thing Monday. After the last guest left. I fell asleep on the coach for a couple
of hours. At 6 p.m. I turned on the Dallas News Station. Right in the middle of
the newscast...the commentator started talking about a UFO that had been spotted
at the DFW (Dallas Fort Worth) Airport in Texas at approximately 4 a.m. I sat there and started shaking all
over again. I really don't know how I feel.
Sometimes I feel scared, sometimes not. I find it odd. But my encounter happened before I had
ever heard about encounters...and the aliens I "dreamed" about looked
almost identical to those that were depicted in "Close Encounters". I
knew people would never believe me that is why I wish to remain anonymous. I
have no reason to make up a story. I can say that it still rings through my head
though..."You will not remember, you will not remember, you..." I have
often thought I would like to be hypnotized in order to have all the details,
but I fear that. Thanks for listening.
October 19, 1999