New Years day; I awoke and looked at the clock, it was 6:30am. I looked around and wondered why I was not in my bedroom in my bed. I wondered when I had gone in the guest bedroom to sleep. When I fell asleep I was next to my wife in our bedroom, and now I am in a different bedroom? What in the hell happened that I would fall asleep on one room and wake up in another room?

I got up and walked in our bedroom and noticed my wife was awake. She thought I had already been up, and I told her, no, I just woke up in the other bedroom. She asked me why I went to the guest bedroom to sleep, and I had not answer for that question. All I could say is, I have no idea.

Both of us had just awoken at the same time in separate bedrooms. I kept thinking to myself how and when I went into the guest bedroom to sleep. I assumed I had at some point in the night got up and went into another bedroom to sleep, but didn't recall doing so. In fact it was one of the deepest sleeps I could ever remember. I don't remember anything, only sleeping for 8 ½ hours very soundly. Even though I had just got out of bed, I was so tired at this time; I got back in bed and fell asleep again. I awoke later, and really did not want to get up, as it felt like I had stayed up all night and partied.

I felt very tired and could barely drag myself out of bed the second time. I wondered what could be wrong, why was I feeling like I had been up all night with no sleep, which is exactly what it felt like. The strange thing, my wife also said the same thing to me, which was, "Wonder why I'm so tired, I feel like I haven't slept all night.

We got up and did our usual morning chores, let the dog out, make some coffee, turn on the TV and watch the New Year celebrations on TV. About 2 hours went by, and we both still felt like we had been up all night with no sleep, which certainly was not the case, as we had both slept from 10pm to 6:30am. At 9am, my wife said she could not stay awake any longer, and went to bed and slept until early afternoon. I stayed awake the entire time, but felt like crap. Two different times I lay back down in bed, but could not sleep. I would lie in bed and keep wondering why we both felt so bad after sleeping soundly for 8 ½ hours. I kept wondering what the bright light was and if it could possibly have anything to do with how we felt.

Little did we know at that time, but neither of us had slept at all that night.

Tuesday morning we both felt fine. I asked my wife several times throughout the next couple of days why she thought that we both felt this bad and she said she thought because we stayed up until 10pm. I replied yes, but we slept until 6:30 in the morning, so we should not be feeling this way. We both forgot about it temporarily, but it keeps coming back to me every now and then. Was the bright flash of light responsible for us feeling this way? When we were younger, my wife and I would go out to a New Year's Eve party, and not come home until three or four am. And now, this is what we feel like, just like those times when we stayed up all night. How is that possible when I slept well from about 10pm to 6:30am?

Move ahead to January 5, 2008 at 5:30 in the morning. I was lying in bed after just opening my eyes, deciding if I wanted to get up this early or not, when I heard two loud 'whooshing' noises leave the bedroom and go down the stairs. The first whooshing noise was slightly louder than the first, but I could clearly hear both leave the bedroom, go down the hall, and down the flight of stairs. I thought my wife was up and was going downstairs, but the speed that the noise traveled was way too fast for any human to make that trip. I then looked over and found my wife was still asleep. But what in the world just left our bedroom and moved at speeds no human could possibly move? This incident scared the bejesus out of me while I lay in bed. What the hell was that? There were two of them, whatever they were, and they sounded like the moved at the speed of light. I wanted to get up and look around, but frankly at this point I was shaking and cold chills covered my body.

A few days, later I had a very strange dream, but the strangest part was I remembered most of it. I and someone else were in a small mountain town, like a tourist town in a mountain community. But it wasn't one of those expensive mountain towns, just a plain tourist town of some importance in past history, having many old two story building with short narrow streets.

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