I looked out the back window the other day and some of our neighbors who reside on the pond were in their back yards looking up at the sky. This behavior seemed a little out of the ordinary, so I stepped out our back door to see what was so interesting.
I looked up in the direction that everyone else was looking. It’s difficult to describe without drawing a picture, but what I saw brought to mind a formation of Blue Angels jets. Whatever was up there was made up of multiple participants that generated billowing clouds of contrails moving from east to west through the sky at a very high altitude. There were perhaps six or eight sets. What was odd, however, is that jutting off of the main contrails were others at right angles, all going in a southerly direction. The main contrails continued in a westerly direction.
Seeing such a sight quickly generated wild thoughts in my mind. This was nothing like anything I had ever seen. I looked down at my neighbors. They were pointing and talking while they looked up, and appeared to be as confused as I was.
I looked back up and saw something coming down through the sky. It originated, apparently, from something up there among the contrails. As it came closer, I saw that it was some sort of space module. It was a cylinder, fairly large, and was covered with fixtures and devices that, in my experience, were normally found on the insides of machines and not the outside.
At this point, my curiosity overcame my fear and I stood my ground. I lost track of the neighbors as I concentrated only on the sight up above.
The module came closer and slowed, and dropped gently in my back yard.
A door opened and something got out. I say “something” because I don’t know what was inside a manufactured shell that was reminiscent of a humanoid robot. I just had the feeling that something alive was inside.
When it exited the module, it moved toward me. I stood my ground, not knowing what this thing had in mind but not expecting violence.
It carried something, and now raised it up and leveled it at me. It was a long tubular affair, and I suddenly understood that it must be a weapon. The robot-like being appeared to aim the thing at me. I held up my hand, palm outward, in a pathetic defensive gesture.
The being from the sky lowered the tubular device and I breathed a sigh of relief.
And then I woke up.