childhood memory

When I was only sixteen yrs old I had a strange experience. I have never been able to sort it out. For years and years I really just tried to put it out of my head because I didn't seem to have experiences if I did. So instead of going into all of everything I have decided to pick the one that effected me the most.

So I was 16 and my girlfriend had just dropped me off home and I noticed it was around midnight. So I decided to read myself to sleep. All of the sudden my light flicked off a brilliant blue light filled my room. The walls were humming and the hum would get stronge and fade, get strong then fade and I had this feeling like something big was right outside my bedroom window. The light wasn't blinding but is was as bright as I had ever seen one to be. I was looking through the mirror at the window but I couldn't see out. I was terrified to say the least. I couldn't move a muscle......and then the next thing I remember is hearing my mother walking down the hall. I called out "mom did you hear that?" And she said yes. I said "did you see that bright light coming in from outside?" And she said no. You see my mothers room was on another side of the house so I immediatley thought that was why. Then when we got to the living room I saw that it wasn't around midnight it was actually 3:30am!!! It was like I was numb or something because it didn't even dawn on me that hours had gone by until long after. We were a little bit confused and I was scared so we stay in the living room until day break. My mom had always believed in ufo's and talked about seeing them but we really didn't discuss this one event much after that until about 15 yrs later when I became interested thinking I was strong enough to try and figure it out now. I picked up books from the library on the subject and found the info really interesting. Well, that night I had a vivid dream that I woke up and looked out the window into the sky and there was a beautiful space ship just floating quietly along the sky in the distance. Well, the next day I called mom and she said to get those books out of the house and do not think about it anymore because just thinking and trying to figure things out was going to make these things come to me. So back went the books and I shoved it out of my brain all these years. Ahhhhh that was good to get off my chest.... or was it? Tweet