Four young men on a playing field
By Parson Thru
There were four of them standing on the playing field. Young men – they could have been Mormons or Jehovah’s Witnesses.
I was hurrying between dreams. Perhaps there was a greeting – I can’t remember. Nor do I remember what caught my eye. Most likely, it was one of the lights. Things get a little confused around now – it was a strange situation, and a whole day and a half has passed, but I’ll try to explain.
It seemed pretty normal at first sight, if four young men in suits in a field at the dead of night can be normal, but you know what I mean.
One of them seemed to hover a little – nothing too special, just a few inches off the grass. That’s when I first noticed the disc that he stood on. The ground beneath was brilliantly lit.
I carried on walking. The path curved a little to the right, following a line of trees that crowded the bank of a stream, then swung back around to the left, skirting the playing field. The young men were still in the same place.
And then something a little more intriguing: the one who’d been hovering collapsed down into his disc. Not a physical collapse like “crumpling”, but neatly like a graphic or perhaps a hologram. He just smoothly descended into the hovering disc. In a moment, the disc was above me and slightly to the left, still above the field. Two points of light shone from underneath. Very distinctive. Very intense.
I must have stopped. You don’t see that kind of thing every day, even between dreams.
The first disc was joined by another. They moved quickly, looping around just above treetop height. I couldn’t help but relate them to the starfield, very visible in the moonless sky.
Then there was the conversation. Clearly a conversation, though don’t ask me what was said. I think I remembered it for a few hours after, but you eventually lose this stuff – the noise of daily living. That’s why I’m writing it down.
They were speaking to me and I was answering, but not physically. It was just there, kind of around me and in my head. I bet all this sounds a little strange.
The discs hovered and swooped above. The stars looked on. Everything seemed ok. I mean everything.
The two men still in the field began hovering and each sank into his disc. I think we maybe said goodbye.
And that’s about it, really. I don’t think there’s any more to tell.