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‘I felt pinching on my legs early morning… Sat up in bed, sheet draped over knees and saw several three inch high people. They were sliding down the sheets… A few were still lightly pinching me in a playful way to get my attention… Then, from under the sheet out came the apparent leader of the group who told me his name was Jack and he told the others to stop pinching me. Jack had a green shirt on and a goatee and a moustache, he looked like a miniature version of Mitch Miller, like a tiny beatnik I realized later in life. They didn’t frighten me. They were lovingly playful. It was a reminder to me – at that time – that there’s more to life than meets the eye. After they left, I jumped out of bed all excited and ran to my parents. They told me it was just a dream, but I knew it wasn’t. At that age. I began to question normal ‘reality’. A gift to a child. These little people were mischievous in a fun way. Their leader made sure I wasn’t scared and had a calming effect on me. This event I remember just like yesterday, vividly.’ ‘Wore little clothes and shoes. Some wore hats.’ ‘Only Jack spoke to me as a representative. The wisest one.’ ‘[They looked like fairies] because they looked like little people (no wings). Later in life I did read some fairytales. But at that time I hadn’t [done] so.’ ‘[They were] multi-dimensional beings that awakened me to the fact there are other realities.’ ‘They gave me hope that life isn’t as mundane as my parents’ world. And their being playful made me more like Dennis the Menace-more of a prankster in a kind way.’