Forum Chapter Eight
The Adamski ? Saucer.
Our weekends were sometimes enhanced by the visit of Helens sister, brother-in-law and their son, Chip. who was just a year younger than I was. The Williams were about the nicest family I had ever met and for the first time I experienced what it was like to be in a big family. Mother and Helen usually made a tasty spaghetti dinner which we all looked forward to each time we visited. Afterwards the adults relaxed while Chip and I played monopoly in a corner. We made it a point however of carefully evesdropping on what was being discussed.
One particular weekend the the topic of conversation was a man named George Adamski and his wild stories about being taken on a journey by visitors from outer space.Chip and I both sort of giggled about it but they all seemed pretty convinced that he was a serious man.
Dad had discovered that Mr. Williams was a talented graphic artist and had commissioned him to make a special series of drawings which he was showing off that evening for the first time. They stretched them out on the table after the meal was cleared......
I recognized what Dad called the " Adamski Scout Ship." as Dad rolled out the artwork that Mr. Williams had presented.
Strangely, I had handled a small model of the same "saucer" when I was seven years old!
I wasn't supposed to play with the thing, of course, but it was such a neat shiney little model with portholes and a little knob on the very top! Dad had gently taken it away from me saying...." Sweetie, don't play with that. Its probably the most expensive paperweight in the world. Its not a toy." A few weeks later we boarded the Super Chief for our trip to Ohio. Now.....in 1955, three years later, it was sort of a shock to see a drawing of the same unit. And others were saying that this was supposed to be something that " Adamski" had seen and photographed? I was confused.
Perhaps that confusion gave my mind something to work on that evening. Perhaps my subconcious added more information in the form of a dream. Whatever the reason for it, later that night I experienced the strangest dream of my entire life!
In it I was playing with my toy plastic horses in a sheltered area behind our carriage house apartment. I was absorbed in building a corral when I sensed something strange happening. I turned toward the open pasture and saw three Adamski type saucers slowly settling into the tall grass. The grass whipped one way and then the other before flattening completely under the lowering hulls.
I was shocked by the sight and frightened and I bolted for the stairs to the apartment, screaming as I went. Dad met me in the hallway as I blubbered out what I had seen and what was happening outside. When he started walking down the stairs I followed, desperately grabbing his hand! " Oh, Please don't go out there Daddy" I screamed, yanking his hand back..." Please don't go out there!"
But he kept walking! And I wouldn't let go of his hand. By the time we reached the field there was a tall figure standing in front of each of the three saucers. Dad continued directly toward the closest figure and I panicked again. I was nearing hysterics when he turned to me and very calmly said "Everything will be alright Sweetie."
He approached the closest figure, a man with dark red hair and a beard. He reminded me of the pictures I had seen in various Churches of Jesus. The figure was not wearing a helmet, not even carrying one and I thought that was awfully strange. The " spacemen" on TV and in the movies all wore things that looked like giant gold fish bowls. I turned and looked at the other two figures but I couldn't seem to bring their features into focus. They were very pale skinned though and I took note of that. The three of them wore light blue metalic one piece suits with a strange circular design on the chest.
I turned my dream gaze back to Dad and he was looking down at a box in front of us. He was listening intently to what the bearded man was saying. "It can communicate instantly over millions of miles."
The dream suddenly changed location then ( as dreams sometimes do). We were all in the upstairs apartment. Mother and Helen were with us too. The two pale figures turned to the left and stood silently in the kitchen while the red-headed man continued his conversation with Daddy. Helen stood in the doorway of one bedroom. A box had been set in the middle of the room and the "leader" was describing how it worked. "Push these buttons here and anything that you might want to eat will appear hear for you.
I had some questions of my own for him now that I had calmed out of my panic mode. " Why are they so pale?" I asked, nodding toward his silent companions. "When they travel away from their home" he answered carefully. "They replace their own blood with a different fluid." The stranger paused, giving me time to consider what he had just said. " When they return to their home that fluid will be drained to get rid of all of the radiation it has absorbed and their own natural blood will be reintroduced." I looked at the other two travellers but I still could not see their features. I am sure that I asked many more questions but the only response that I seem to remember is that I simply said ...."Oh..."
The dream continues and I had one last fragment of memory. That of being on the ship myself and looking down on the surface of the moon. I was struck with awe at the size of some gigantic machines below my viewpoint.... moving the lunar dirt around in an enormous grid pattern....
The next morning I shared the details of that dream with Chip. He skoffed at first he he sure had a different expression on his face when Dad later mentioned that he had experienced a strange dream about three Adamski Saucers which had landed behind our house.