"And there was an orange light that was supposed to see not my bones but the inside skin and what was happening. Instead of having X rays and stuff, they had lights. They had big lights. Green lights."

"Ever remember a dream where a monster came in the house and Mommy fainted?

What's that from?"

"That's one of my journal stories."

"Yeah. Why'd you make that one up for your journals Do you know?"

"I don't know Not really. I remember it vaguely. Because I wrote that one along time ago." (Early Call. It watt now March.) "It was free journal story period and I couldn't think of anything. I was tossing and turning in my desk truing to think of something. And then suddenly that dream just popped in my head "

"What was it like, that dream?'

"I was in a — I didn't explain it totally on the journal. It was in a cornfield, my mommy and me, and I was chewing on a piece of corn and my mom was telling fairy tales. And then suddenly this big, big — about let's say from the lobby of this building up to the top —hovered over us. It was colored orange, green, had blue feet." (Orange and green are colors associated with lights on the flying disk that has been seen in our area.)

"It was a thing, like an animal or a creature?"

"It wasn't like anything. It was just this big, massive thing. It had these big bumps all over it that were blue and its feet were orange —"

"Do you suppose you were seeing something flying over- you that was blue and orange and green, and you were confused as to what it was?"

"It was like it was flying. Kind of."

At this point I felt that I had made a mistake with me last question, in that it was so heavily weighted with suggestion. I concluded our conversation by reassuring my son that he'd had some really neat dreams that were very interesting to hear about.

He then went about his afternoon business, reading Tin-Tin and making a St. Patrick's Day card for his grandmother.

I sat in my chair, haunted by what my son had said. Most particularly, I thought of the incident in the cornfield. I will relate a dream I had had shortly before we spoke.

The three of us were together in the English countryside to my dream. We had rented a cottage. The inside of the cottage was identical to our cabin. I was confused, because Anne and our son were not there and it was already the evening. I was sitting up in bed when I got a call on the phone. I remember saving to the caller. "No, it's all right, they're full staving out all night." On some level I was full of fear. but on another I seem to have accepted their disappearance by justifying it to myself