I don't like to tell these stories because people will say I am crazy BUT they say that anyway. We were driving late at night through the flat lands outside of Fresno on our way home when we saw what looked like stadium lights, three very large bright lights. I don't remember anything being here, let alone a stadium. As we drew closer, we pulled over to the side of the road. And we both stuck our heads out the car window and looked up. It was a giant saucer with colored lights blinking on and off. We put our heads back in, looked at each other, and then back out. There was a sound like a vacuum cleaner turning on. And the thing flew across the horizon and was gone in seconds. When I got home, I called the police and the airport. Nobody knew anything, but I swear two of us had seen it. 2 nd encounter: I was on the beach in Key West at three o'clock in the morning with an airline pilot I had met earlier. When a group of lights, maybe twelve, came overhead. They flew in formation until they suddenly broke apart and zigzagged all over. They then returned to formation. The pilot was astonished and said, "we Have nothing like that! That's impossible!" Later, he accused me of being a witch as if I were responsible. Really, rather than face the fact of what he said, he blamed it on me. Really! 3rd encounter: A group of us were returning from a concert in San Francisco. I had lived in the area of both San Francisco and Oakland. I noticed a bright light on the Oakland hills that I had not seen before. The light moved with us as we traveled, until no more hills existed. And the light was still on our left. The light followed us on our left as we drove into the valley. Suddenly, the light zigzagged to our right and landed in a field. We followed it into the field and got out of the car. It was so windy that it was almost blowing us over. The field around us was calm; the wind came from the ship. We walked towards the ship. That was the last thing I remember. I woke up in our driveway at home. Three of the people that were with me are dead now. But my son was with us and will verify my story. Two years later, I was drinking with friends at the Catalyst and smoking a cigarette. When my head was turned, I received a telepathic message to come to the next table, where a single man sat alone. I got up without excusing myself and approached the man at the table. He communicated with me telepathically. No words were spoken when he told me to put out the cigarette. It was not good for me or anyone else. He told me he was from another planet and had borrowed the body. He was disease-ridden and very uncomfortable. He suggested we step outside and take a walk. I followed him. He said his name was Monk. He told me he was on the ship onto which I had been taken aboard that night in the field. He said I was terrified so they put me back. He told me that fear and hate are one and the same. I asked questions. He said they were here on a mission to help us (our planet)and that we were on a destructive path that would destroy our planet. I asked him about Hitler. He said those people were taken off the planet, which was not bad! Without a word, I would form a thought, and he would answer it. We walked over the bridge and headed to Bixby Street. George, my surfer husband, was home and came out and sat on the front steps with Monk and me, and we experienced the same communication: no spoken words, just thoughts transmitted from mind to mind. George had questions of his own. He asked about Monk's planet, light years away and if they they look different from us. Neither of us asked about the borrowed body and Monk left before daylight. It was weeks before George, aka Scotter, and I felt normal again. The whole thing was otherworldly, but I swear it happened.