That evening, at approximately 7:30pm, I decided to take a walk on the beach with my girlfriend. It was a very clear, starry night, and we were the only two on the beach. My girlfriend walked along the surf, while I lingered farther back from the water. I looked down in the sand and saw what looked like a humanoid face sculpted in the sand, though part of it had been obliterated by footprints.
I remembered the alien head I had sculpted in the sand weeks before, miles from the spot on which I was standing. Just another synchronicity, I thought to myself.
I looked up into the starry night, thinking about my dream and the face in the sand. I said, mentally, If you're out there, now is the perfect time to show yourself. I guess part of me secretly wished something would appear, but I certainly did not expect anything to happen.
I walked closer to the water and joined my girlfriend.
A few minutes later, she pointed to the sky. "What are those?" she asked.
Two orange-red blobs of light were bobbing up and down next to each other far above us. When I looked at them, they shot off across the sky (over the ocean), flying erratically -- almost playfully, changing direction frequently. At one point, they merged, flying as one unit, then split apart again. We watched them, stunned, until they vanished on the horizon amidst the light pollution from Ocean City's boardwalk.
"Oh, my God," I said, over and over, as we followed them. I couldn't say anything else but "Oh, my God." I was simultaneously awed and frightened. When the lights disappeared, we both returned to the car, elated but also unnerved by what we had experienced.
I can only think of a couple of theories to explain what happened.
One is that I was part of a lucky train of coincidences, a chain of synchronicity -- sculpting a face of an alien in the sand, dreaming about the UFO panel, stumbling upon a similar face in the sand weeks later, asking for an appearance, and getting much more than I could have imagined.
The other possibility is much more intriguing, but raises all sorts of troubling questions. It suggests that UFOs are a multidimensional phenomena (bending time and space), that they interact with human consciousness on an intimate level, and that they can potentially be summoned. Far more frightening is the possibility that whatever it is, it observed, drew upon, or manipulated my consciousness, my dreams, and my perceptions leading up to the sighting.
If it wasn't for my girlfriend sighting the objects first, I would concede the possibility that it was an hallucination. She knew nothing of my silent request to show me something, and pointed out the objects before I saw them.
