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
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