Entering the Orb: Dream of... the Orb!

Category: Dream
Location: Eugene, Oregon
Date: Feb. 24th, 2012

Just a fragment, a bare memory, but with such intensity! Last night a dream, and something about "the orb."

I was telling someone in the dream about the orb that I saw, and as I was telling her (I seem to remember it was a "her") the image of the orb in the night sky was present. I told her that the orb was a three dimensional sphere, and an actual craft/machine, intelligently controlled. Whether or not that intelligent control came from the orb itself, or was being remotely controlled, I couldn't tell. The orb, I went on to describe, was it from within. And in the dream, a new detail: I was describing the color. Orange, amber-orange (not brown amber, but...) and in the middle, a more yellow orange. All still orange. The middle lighter possibly because of the location; that's where the energy or source of it all, the engine or who knows, was emanating from.

Then the person I was speaking with told me all about her orb sighting. Pretty much sharing the same details in every way. As if we were in a hyper telepathic communication with each other; knowing what the other would say about the orb's color.

That's it. That's all I remember of the dream; don't know if there was more prior or after that "dream scene" but what I do remember was so damn vivid and held an importance of emotion to it, as dreams do.

Entering the Orb: Location Connection Dream

 Category: Dream
Location: Eugene, OR
 


I had the following dream last night; I'm leaving out one detail because it was about a public figure's death. (Said person is, as far as I know, very much alive.)

 I drive out to the coast, but it wasn't a place I'd been to before.  Like most dreams, this location is all mixed up. Part coast, (50 miles west) but part  south of me towards the small town of Cottage Grove, a straight shot down 1-5 from Eugene. About 25 min. away. (Cottage Grove is said to be haunted in a lot  of ways: UFOs, strange things, and in fact, I've always felt uneasy and, well, "haunted" whenever out there. That includes the outlying areas like Dorena Lake.)

I arrive at my destination. Jim is with me. We're all about UFOs,  Mothman, ghosts... lots of talk about that with others who are researchers and witnesses.  The woods are all around us. It turns into night.  I become very  nervous because I have to drive back to Eugene  but don't like to  drive at night, especially on a road I'm not used to. Jim seems to have  disappeared around this time; for some reason, I have to drive back alone.  Several of the people here accuse me of being a big  chicken and not serious about UFOs because I want to wait until morning to  drive back.  I try to make them aware that driving at night, in the dark without lights and on an unfamiliar road in an unfamiliar town is irresponsible.

It wasn't until I started writing this, sharing it with others (because of the person dying, mainly) that I realized with a jolt the Cottage Grove-orb-missing time  connection. Jim and I were coming back from Cottage Grove, at night, decades ago, when we had our orange orb sighting and missing time, dreams of being paralyzed by beams of light, etc.

Was the dream a bit of memory, a nudging from the subconscious?

The Orange Orb: UFO Hunter's 'Dark Presence' Episode and Wolf Dream

I wrote this for UFO Magazine's blog last night, after watching UFO Hunter's episode on the orange orb sightings. I found that what the witnesses were describing matched much of my own sighting of an orange orb many years ago in Eugene, Oregon:

The Orange Orb: UFO Hunter's "Dark Presence" Episode

Watching this episode of UFO Hunters ("Dark Presence") about the orange orb UFOs seen in recent months was an intensely personal experience for me because of my own orange orb sighting.

It seems that witnesses have been seeing orange (and sometimes green or other colored) orb UFOs. These are not orbs as in spirit orbs, which are very different, but spheres -- round objects -- that are craft, or machine, or something "nuts and bolts."

These sightings are occurring now, but go back a ways as well. One woman who appeared, her identity disguised, saw one of these orbs when she was child. My own sighting took place over twenty-five years ago in Oregon.

There are many parallels to my orange orb sighting -- and the sighting that started me on my path of exploration into UFOs -- and the ones discussed in the UFO Hunters episode. Many witnesses reported feelings of dread, of fear, though some had experienced feelings of elation, upon seeing these orbs. I had both: feelings of a happy intrigue when I first saw the orb, and a real goofy, almost psychedelic response right after seeing it. And yet, even though I actually walked to the front door after going inside, with the intent of going back outside to look for the orb, I couldn't do it. I couldn't open the door. I remember thinking how odd it was that here I just saw an incredible thing -- experienced an incredible thing -- yet couldn't make myself go out to look further. I also had the most terrifying dreams of my life right after seeing the orb. These dreams were always the same: I'm paralyzed inside a brilliant white beam of light that is so bright I can almost see through things. There is something huge above me, some kind of object. My husband is nearby but has been taken from me and I'm screaming for him, for "them" to return us to. . . or get us out of, wherever the hell we are.

These orbs were described by witnesses as being basket ball sized, or even larger, like a beach ball. That's exactly how I've been describing the size of the orb I saw all these years. Witnesses also said they felt a premonition, or some kind of telepathic communication between the orb and themselves; I also had that experience when I first saw the orb. I had glanced up having noticed the orb, which I estimated to be about a mile away. I had the distinct feeling it was waiting for me, and as soon as I thought "What the hell is that thing?" it zoomed right to me, following us along the road. As we turned the corner to go home (our house was right around the corner) the orb stopped for a moment above a house across the road from us, then just sank down, "landing" in their backyard. Similar behavior was reported by witnesses on the UFO Hunters episode.

People have asked me if there were lights on this thing, and I've always described as a real, physical craft (as opposed to a cloud, or a spirit orb, etc.) and no lights on it, or around it, but lit from within. Witnesses on UFO Hunters described their orbs the same way.

Missing time was mentioned by at least one witness; I also experienced missing time in connection with this orb.

On this last point, there's something very strange. To this day, after countless discussions, my husband and I still differ on some things. These points where of disagreement were brought up again as we were watching UFO Hunters. He insisted we saw the orange orb when we lived on Hilyard street... I had to remind him of the detail of that sighting, which happened when we were on Friendly street. He seemed to then remember that yes, we were living on Friendly street when we saw the orange orb, but the missing time happened when we were on Hilyard, during a different UFO sighting. But neither of us can remember where we were coming from when we saw the orb. Where had we been? Why can't we remember? It was dark when we saw the orb; where would we be coming from in that direction? We were on our way in back to town when we saw the orange orb-- so where were we? We don't know. Does this mean we have had three episodes of missing time?

Recently, I posted on my blog The Orange Orb my experiment of trying to remember these missing time events. Maybe with focused intent, through dreams and other methods, I can uncover what happened.

When I had my orb sighting all those years ago, I read every book I could find on UFOs. I found all kinds of fascinating information, but nothing that came close to describing what I saw. Yet UFO Hunters showed us that these orb sightings have been experienced by many, and are happening now.

Was the orb I saw the same kind of orb talked about in UFO Hunters? Sounds like it. While the time line is different -- mine was over twenty-five years ago, and, from what I could find at the time, didn't seem to match up with any reports -- there were witnesses who'd seen orbs long ago, as well as more recently.

Lots of speculation on what the orbs are of course from witnesses and researchers, but we can't say for sure. What did I see that night? An orange orb lit from within, the size of a beach ball, that followed me, seemed to be waiting for me, could read my thoughts. Where did it come from, who made it and why, what did it want -- those are questions I have no answer for, even after all these years.

Post script: I wrote this last night right after watching the UFO Hunters episode. That same night I had the following dream that, while no UFO or alien was present, or even alluded to, had a very strong UFO vibe to it. When I woke up, the first thought I had was a clear "That was about my orb sighting. . . "

Nervous Wolves
It's nighttime, and very, very dark. Ink black. I'm outside the house I live in, which is a white, small little building -- there is only an upstairs, like a small apartment, that is reached by a narrow flight of stairs. The stairs are inside, in other words, they're surrounded by walls. There's nothing underneath, just the covered stairs leading up to the apartment, which sits on a little hill. This place is surrounded by woods, the trees are bare. It's impossible to see into the woods since it is so dark.

For some reason, I'm outside the house/apartment. I'm surrounded by my "pets" which are wolves, and wolf hybrids. The wolves are very nervous, agitated. Even though these animals are "mine" we have an odd relationship. I find myself wondering why I have wolf hybrids as pets, since I don't think people should own such animals (neither wolves, or, hybrids) and I would never own such beings. Yet I've ended up with them somehow. They are my protectors in some ways, yet are also unpredictable. I'm a little wary around them.

I'm also concerned, they're skinny. I wonder why, have I not been feeding them properly? Then again, some of them have just sort of shown up from "out there" and joined us. I feel responsible for them.

So here we are, out in the ink black night, starless, on a grayish hill of parched grass. Something awful has happened in the woods, many of the wolves come running up, and we all run up the stairs into the house. There is a man in uniform kneeling down inside, working on something, some kind of control panel or machine or something. He's human and kind of creepy. I tell him he has to do something, that there's some kind of creature out there attacking my wolves. "Maybe a rabid raccoon, I don't know, something, but we have to kill it" I say. He ignores me, he's pretty cold. There's also something about another man who kind of sneaks off, thinking I didn't notice. I also wonder what the hell these guys are doing in this, "my" house, but I also know that they're in charge. Since they're in charge, I demand they protect us, fix things. But they don't.

All I care about are my wolves, and myself of course. . . just save us, get us the hell out of here, and take care of that nasty thing out there that's trying to hurt these poor wolves who aren't hurting anyone.

That's the end of the dream, or, all I remember.

The Letter P in a Triangle: Gift from the Aliens

Location: Los Angeles,California: West Hollywood
Date: approximately 1977
Category: Dreams

I had this dream during a strange time in Los Angeles. I was interested in UFOs, as with most things paranormal or Fortean, but didn't know much about those things. I hadn't recalled any conscious UFO sighting or experience at the time. And yet, looking back, there was a lot of UFO stuff going on around the edges; missing time, strange dreams like my Geisha Woman dream, etc. One dream I had involved the following:

I'm inside a spaceship. I'm not paritucalry scared, but am confused. There is the definite presence of aliens, though I can't see them. It's very important, this "meeting" and I tell them I want to remember this, bring something back. I'm handed (again by unseen beings) a pendant, of sorts. It's a triangle but with rounded corners, and a symbol that is similar to the letter P. Almost like a runic P, but not a rune.

I take the pendant back with me, but upon landing, or returning, the pendant disappears in front of me, right in my very hands. It just dematerializes.

This dream seemed very important and I remember I wrote it down at the time, complete with a sketch of the pendant. Over three decades ago, who knows what's happened to whatever journal I had at the time, and, as I said, I wasn't cognizant of abductions, the UFO phenomena in any depth, etc.

Silver Spinning UFO

Category: UFO sighting, missing time, screen memory
Location: Lorane Highway, outside of Eugene, Oregon
Date: late 1980s


This is a photo of the field where Jim and I saw a silver, spinning, hovering UFO. This photo was taken a few weeks ago; the sightings occured in the late 1980s, but, considering the changes in tree lines, etc. it's still pretty accurate. In fact, while we were standing there, discussing the sighting and taking pictures, we both got very anxious.

The UFO was a dull silver color; it was very low and hovering, spinning or rotating in place. A white beam of light was coming down onto the field from the underside of the object. It was still light outside; late afternoon.

This sighting has a lot of high strangeness; missing time, screen memories or cover memories -- for example, to this day we still disagree about what the events were before and after the sighting -- and so on. The only thing we are absolutely in agreement about is the fact we saw this thing, remember it and the location, and remember commenting how very weird it was. We remember driving by, slowing down, wondering if we should stop and get out and look, and wanting to, but at the same time, being very adamant we should do no such thing. We kept driving.

The photo below is a bit silly; it's a Christmas tree ornament, and shinier than the UFO we saw. Also, the UFO we saw was more of a flattened oval, not a sphere. But you get the idea.

Multi-Layered Sleep Walking?

Category: dreams, astral plane, altered state, limbo, missing time
Location: Los Angeles, California
Date: 1965

This incident happened when I was eleven. I woke up for school, got dressed, ate,never once realizing how weird it was no one else was up yet. I go into my mother's bedroom, where she's still asleep. I woke her up to tell her it was time to go to school. She was both very irritated and surprised. She said to me "What are you talking about?! It's four o'clock in the morning!" I insisted it wasn't; I remember looking at the clock and seeing it as 8:30, but she had to tell me a few times the real time before a shift happened in my head, and then I saw that it was the real time.

I remember this very clearly; getting up, getting dressed by the heater. We set out our uniforms the night before in front of the heater, to stay warm while we dressed. Our house was a two bedroom, one bath house, with at least five people living in it, sometimes more, depending. (other relatives, etc.) I remember getting dressed and going about everything very matter of factly, never once thinking how weird it was that no one else was up.

Sleepwalkers don't remember their excursions. I'm not sure this was sleepwalking, since I didn't have a sleepwalking problem, and I remember the whole thing quite clearly, awake the whole time. Yet looking at the clock and seeing "my" time not the real time, not at all concerned no one else was up, etc.

Eerie Raccoon Moments

Category: Animals, screen memories, cover memories
Location: Eugene, Oregon
Date: 1980s
Is there anything to this memory of raccoons looking into our house, right at us, during the day?

Missing Time: Los Angeles, California

Category:Missing Time
Location:Los Angeles/West Hollywood, California
Date: Winter of 1977

My husband to be and I were walking home from Barney's Beanery in West Hollywood. We went up there a couple nights a week. It wasn't too far from his apartment that he shared with his mother and brother at the time. We almost always walked. Taking long walks at any time throughout the city was a normal, usual thing for us.

Usually the walk took us anywhere from thirty to forty-five minutes. One night,it took longer than usual. We had left Barney's as usual, (and yes, we had a couple of beers. We weren't drunk by means or in any beyond our senses.) We left Barney's that night at 2:00 a.m., and arrived home at 4:00 a.m! I remember very clearly walking into the apartment, seeing what time it was, and being very shocked, yet strangely apathetic at the same time. Both my husband and I commented at how very weird it was it was suddenly 4 a.m. We agreed it was extremely odd, and yet, we were also very calm and matter of fact. Instead of talking about it, as would be expected (especially for us) we calmly went off to bed. We noticed that over an hour and a half were unaccounted for, but we didn't seem to care about it.

We woke up the next day. We both woke up at the same moment, very bright, alert, and full of energy. (very unusual for me!) We commented that we slept great. When we walked into the living room, his mother said to us "I didn't think you two were here, it's been so quiet in there!" And then: "You've been in there the whole time? It's about time you woke up!" I remember thinking that was a strange thing to say; we usually got up around ten a.m. or so. Except, we quickly found out, it wasn't ten a.m., it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

Both of us had calmly gone straight to bed after remarking calmly on the oddness of the late hour -- we'd never arrived home at four in the morning! -- and slept like rocks. I remember thinking that it was unusual I never once got up to use the bathroom or get a drink of water. And waking up so late, without that "slept too late" kind of feeling you get, in fact, full of energy.

It was after this that I started having my UFO dreams. Lots of dreams about UFOs, and being inside ships. More on those later.

My husband and I have discussed this many times. Just now, as I was writing this, he said to me that there's a "Spot in his mind" that he knows something happened on our walk home that night but he can't get to it. He said he remembers "Garages, garages lit, that go underneath (the apartment buildings) on a side street," and "Something specific happened" but what that specific thing was, he doesn't remember. Either do I, and yet, when he said "garages that go underneath on a side street" I got chills, as if some memory of mine was beginning to awaken.