It was the summer of '72 on a hot summer night. I was rather lonely that night because I couldn't find my friends that I usually hang out with. It was dark outside and I was laying on my bed reading a book. I lost track of the time and began to get sleepy, so I put my book away and turned off the light for sleep.
As soon as I laid my head down on the pillow I couldn't move?! I felt a cool tingling sensation come over my body, I got goose bumps. I could hear some kind of wrapper being rolled up and tossed. I lay there trying to move, it was very quiet. All of a sudden there was someone standing there at the side of my bed wearing cowboy boots. I couldn't look up or in any other direction. Then I heard a guitar begin to play. It was soft and so lovely, music I had never heard before. It went on for some time and I felt this sadness as if the guitar player was telling me something through the music. It touched me to my soul. I remember I just wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
I lay there in my room listening until the guitar player stopped. All of a sudden I could move, I sat up in bed as fast as I could but no one was there?! I even looked for the wrapper I heard being crumpled up and tossed on the floor, nothing. I just sat there with the lights on trying to process what had just happened, was it a dream? I just knew it wasn't. I finally calmed down and turned off the lights to go to sleep. As soon as my head was on the pillow the whole episode started all over again?! I couldn't move and my body had this weird kind of tingling sensation. I've never heard the melody before or since. But I could feel those guitar cords being played all the way to my soul. It was so beautiful, sad and sweet at the same time. I still remember this happening from time to time, and wonder...
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