I wake up and find myself staring at a figure in my bedroom doorway. I squint to better see it. It's humanlike, but certainly nothing I've ever seen before. I can't decide if it's a shadow I'm seeing or if it's naturally dark grey. It's about six feet tall, it's holding eerily still, and the back of its head forms a curl that comes to a point, like an elf's shoe. I'm frozen with fear. I am not discriminating -- I would be equally afraid of any man or being standing there in my bedroom doorway. My fear slowly subsides and I drift back to sleep, and in the morning I remember what must have been a very frightening and realistic dream.

I pour my coffee and start my car as I have done for the past decade. My favorite morning radio show is discussing the UFO sighting that had happened the day before. I nearly choke on my granola bar. I know they happen all the time, but this time they were here in the midwest, and I dreamt about it on the same day it happened. It wasn't as if my dream had been triggered by this news, it was quite the opposite.

The next day there were again reports of sightings in a neighboring state.

For over a week I have to tell myself that this being is not hiding in my basement monitering me and taking notes while I do laundry.

The only question this begs for me is: Am I psychic, or was I visited?