But he was large. Not King-Kong but a good eight to twelve feet in height with bulk to match. Inside an all white space suite with the helmet off, obviously human. Large domineering nose and bulbous head, but perfectly in proportion for someone so large.
I don't remember a thing he said, but we seemed to converse for quite a while. Me in my long brown and multi-striped terry-cloth bathrobe feeling like my brain just wasn't big enough to compete with his.
Recollections from the night. Dreams of life in space; mystical practices and visitations. Visit: Jaundiced Eye
Mountain Village Cobblestone Streets
Imagine a village in the mountains somewhere. Cobblestone streets, so I'm thinking Europe. It's hilly, and the street is narrow. ...
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Imagine a village in the mountains somewhere. Cobblestone streets, so I'm thinking Europe. It's hilly, and the street is narrow. ...
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Although I like science fiction, I am not a writer and not a scientist. But the dreams are interesting to me and my friends. Many of these d...
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We talk so easily about the soul, our higher self, as if it were some alter image of each of us just waiting for death to unfold and awaken....