When I was a kid, probably around 8 or 9 years old, I remember waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a huge light in my room in front of the window (keep in mind, it was nighttime, I could see the night sky behind it). It didn‘t move, just hovered there. It was huge too, almost touching the ceiling. I couldn’t make anything out, but I don’t remember being scared of it. Even now, I don’t remember the incident with fear. And as I watched it and it watched me, I realized that it had turned into morning and it disappeared. It wasn't a dream because there was no waking up afterwards part, I was already awake and my Mom was coming in to get me up so she could take me to my grandparents’ house before work. I remember being in shock over the whole thing until we got to the house and I told my mom what I’d seen. At that point, I was a bit scared because I couldn’t make sense of my experience and she calmed me down and I never saw anything like it again. I found out a few years later that she talked to my aunt about the situation and my aunt told her that my cousin and Grandpa had the exact same experience as me, down to the smallest details. And the one person that we all have in common was my Grandma who had passed a few years before this happened. I’m sure a lot of people wouldn’t believe me if I told them this because it is pretty unbelievable and I’d chalk it up to a dream or something if I hadn’t found out that others experienced the same as me. I’d like to think that it was my Grandma somehow but I can’t say for sure. That’s the comforting explanation anyway lol
