This is an excerpt from the book I wrote:
"I must have been about six or seven years old. As I remember it, I
was lying in my bed, straining, through the darkness, to see my dolls
lined up on a shelf on the opposite side of the room. As I stared at my
favorite dolly’s face, trying to focus on the details, it slowly came to
life. The eyes and mouth began to move as she swayed from side to
side. Feeling a twinge of panic and hoping that my eyes were playing
tricks on me, I quickly looked away and pulled the blankets over my
head. The suspense drew me back. The doll was alive.
Now for a bit of background information: Almost every night after
my parents helped me into bed, tucked me in, read me a story and
kissed me goodnight, they turned my bedroom light off and closed the
door. It was always a little scary for me, and each night I asked them to
come back and check on me, which they did. Regardless of this fact, as
I drifted off to sleep, I saw images floating in the air as I always had. In
addition to this bizarre experience, another one developed: My dolls
seemed to come to life! At times, it looked as though they were talking
to each other, and that was okay, as long as they kept to themselves
and didn’t bother me. I tried not to look at them, but it was difficult to
turn away.
On this evening in particular, I watched the dolls come to life, step
down from the shelf and walk over to my bed, growing in size as they
approached. Each step closer gave the dolls a more alien appearance
until they reached the side of my bed and I saw them for what they
were – my alien friends. Upon taking these forms, the dolls no longer
scared me. I knew who they were. As if I had done it countless times, I
knew to pull back my covers and slip out of bed. They waited
patiently and made no visible effort to force me into going with them.
When my feet touched the floor and I stood there with them in my
dark bedroom, two of them, on either side of me, gently held out their
hands. I placed my hands into theirs and we slowly and quietly walked
past my sleeping parents, through the living room, and out the front
door. I am now under the impression that this type of event happened
quite frequently."
Invitation to the Self; journey with the star people, pages 7-8