"They moved again. When I tried to get out of bed they moved again. And they're standing one two three four five." (Total eight.) "Three up right beside my bed, four five at the foot of the bed. One two three on the other side of the bed. And goddamn Nelson is snoring away under the bed. Why doesn't the dog wake up, at least? What's the use of buying a dog? They aren't people, therefore it's a dream.

"Our boy says, 'Oh!' He says, 'Oh!' And he screams out loud, real loud l Screams again!

Ah! They pull — all — right down to the foot of the bed and I get up and I'm running like hell and he's screaming like hell, and that praying mantis is standing right in the middle of the living room. Right near the windows. And I run on in to my boy and he's put his arms out and he's got his face all screwed up and he's screaming. Screaming. I never saw that little boy scream like that before. Something happened — something happened to Anne. 'Anne? What the hell was that?' I pick him up. She comes in. He's like he's hard and cold. He's very cold.

He's got his diaper pulled down around his knees. It falls off. We're holding him, both of us are holding him. He finally calms down. 'What happened, Anne?'

"'I don't know.'

"'My God, something blew up in the kitchen.'

"'You keep him, hold on now. I'll go. It's a bottle.'

"He's falling asleep in my arms. 'What kind of a horde, honey?'

"'A bottle of seltzer blew up.'

"'You're kidding.' I've still got my son, I walk out there.

" 'Don't get in the glass. There's glass all over the floor.'

"I take him and I rock him. She's out there working on the glass and I'm rocking him.

We've got all the lights on. I'm rocking him.'

(Don then suggested that I was back in my bed, and that I would be able to see the ones around it very clearly.)

"They look like they're staring at me with their mouths opened. Only their faces do not move. I don't know exactly what they are."

"They're like the other one?"

"No, no, the other one is thin and bigger. They're stocky and little."

"What color are they?"

"Color? They're wearing blue uniforms. Dark blue uniforms. They're sort of gray. They look like they haven't been out in the sun in ten years. Sort of mushroomy-gray. Smell funny.

too. Like a burned match head. Just totally expressionless faces. Two big round eyes and a round mouth — and I don't think they even have noses. I really didn't look at them too hard. I don't know if they had noses. I was scared pretty bad there. This has to be a dream, because the dog is sleeping like the dead. Why do you feed a dog?"

Don then brought me out of the trance.