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i was about 12 or 13 when this happened so it's about 1974/75... it started as a definate dream... i am floating up and up in the sky to a big black cloud. as i get to the cloud it becomes a big dark cave. i gently alight on the entrance and peer in. i can see a slight glowing inside but can't tell what it is so i move slowly, edging further into the cave.. i can see my childhood friend (the reptilian type being) sitting on a rock but he looks different.. he is glowing in a myriad of amazing colours, shimmering and the colours are moving and pulsating.

this happened before the incident with the giant spiders so i may have been 14 or 15 years old (1976/7?).... i was sleeping in my brothers room. (he and his wife kipped downstairs that night). i was just lying there, in bed, thinking about the day and admittedley i could have been very close to drifting into sleep.

It's about 1978 and i am in my bedroom in Felpham, Bognor Regis, trying my hand at automatic writing. I am kneeling, sitting on my heels, with my back leaning against my bed. Suddenly i am dragged backwards, by my hair, onto the bed and struggle to get free.

it's 1983 and i am having an arguement with my boyfriend as we stand in the kitchen of my council maisonette in bognor regis. at the other end of the kitchen, (a few feet away... its a small kitchen) a standing milk bottle tips onto its side and starts spinning all by itself. at the same time a dinner knife, a few inches away from the bottle, also starts spinning. we stop arguing and look at what's happening in amazement. when they come to a stop, they both seem to be pointing at him.

we all remember the tsunami on boxing day 2004... this was the day i realised that the faces i often see when i shut my eyes are probably dead people. just before i woke up that morning i was having a dream about being sucked up into a swirling water vortex and i was looking right down the centre of it and was surprised that i wasn't drowning because of the quantity and movement of the water.

i was about 15 years old and was staying at my brothers house in high brooms, tunbridge wells. we had been to a gig where he was playing so we were late going to bed. i was aware that the house was haunted by an old man that everyone called george or fred, can't exactly remember. i was actually staying in the room where he was most often seen by others.

i am somewhere between 8 and 12 years old so it's 1970-1974. (this is very approx.) i was very depressed and didn't feel i wanted to live here anymore, on this planet, and was begging someone/something good to just come get me.

it's about 1988/9 and i am pregnant with my youngest daughter. i am about 5 minutes late to pick up my oldest daughter from school and i have my very young son in his buggy. i am moving quite quickly up blythe hill in forest hill, london. as i get to the top of the hill i become aware of a strange rhythmic whirring sound to my right.