+ The Sandstorm UFO +
It began with me and my mother camping in a forest clearing somewhere. There was another person with us, but I cannot remember who. It was peaceful... until I looked up into the sky and spotted a circular disk hovering slowly away. It was dark, so I could only recognize it by the ten or eleven bright red lights that ran around the rim. For a moment I only stared, then I grabbed a nearby camera and tried to find the UFO among the trees. I took one quick picture before it went our of my view.
Next, I found myself back home and in my room. I was desperately nervous about something although I couldn’t name what. I was peering out my window, when I noticed the wind was picking up. Then suddenly, sand was whipping all around the scene outside. I watched in silent terror, hoping the glass on my window would not give way and engulf me in sand as well. Through a small crack in the window, splatters of sand hit my desk violently creating scratches in the wood.
The wind slowed after a while and the sand was gone. The only remaining stuff was the sand coating my window and that on my desk, which I reached forward to touch first. It felt wrong to me and I immediately moved away from it.
Glancing out my window, I found that in the sky hovered the same UFO I had seen in the forest and at this point I remembered there had been a sandstorm there as well. Once again I seized my camera and tried to follow the progress of the strange object. It was almost impossible to track the thing, but I don’t know why. I just kept slipping over it like ice.
It left the window’s view but I was not yet ready to give up. I rushed to the next room (my mother’s) and followed the UFO once again but still I could not pinpoint it’s location. It left view again and I moved to the next window (in the office). I began to erratically snap pictures, hoping I would be able to catch some glimpse in one image.
Then that ended. I was in school, art class to be exact. A few students were being sent to the office for one reason or another, I didn’t really know. I followed them out, in a daze perhaps. I don’t know why i followed, but I did. They decided not to go to the office, as instructed, but wandered the school and eventually just left through the front door. There were five, three boys and two other girls not including me. We wandered around, aimlessly I think, until finding a place upon a bus waiting to pick up kids for the end of the day.
That’s when I noticed I had not only had I skipped my fifth period class, I had also skipped my sixth. I said, "I’ve never skipped a class in my life!" In some sort of horror and ran inside to apologize.
The next few scenes were jumbled and crazy. First I was here, writing this up on the computer. It was all exactly like it is now. Then I was running from something, then chasing something else. Then I awoke.
