I was sitting on a hill overlooking Muskogee, Oklahoma years ago. Stone cold sober. Just listening to Journey---Lights. Nothing bothering me. No illnesses. Healthy as a horse.

I had sat out their on that hill a hundred times. Just south of town on US 69. Watched sunrises and sunsets with girls, friends, brothers, and even a curious county sheriff. This was a place where I felt safe.

The radio went screwy. I sat up. And a shadowy figures was standing just outside the glow of my running lights. I didn't have the headlights on. I jumped off the hood. My heart racing in my chest. I said, "Hello". Suddenly the figure ran at me. I put my hands ready to fight and just ran right through me.

That night, I had a crazy dream about the collapse of the USA, war, and other things that are slowly coming to pass. For years, I have had strange dreams including dreams that all hell breaks loose after the death of Clint Eastwood. He, of course, isn't he cause, just the temporal marker.

I don't what the hell that thing was, but it sparked an interest in friend of mine who is now a noteworthy author and paranormal investigator.

I have never seen the shadow figure since. But, a few weeks back. I saw a being of light in what felt like a waking dream as I lay in bed. I would call it an angel because it had something akin to wings. Crazy stuff.

That said, I did box and I have taken my fair share of blows to my melon.