One night when I was (I'm going to estimate) 7, I woke up on the bottom bed of my bunk and looked up. And through the ladder to the top I saw the face of an alien that was craned over and looking at me. Behind and around it stood other aliens, too tall for me to see their faces.
This is a genuine memory I have, but I would rationalize that, if it weren't an outright dream, it was my near-asleep brain bastardizing a bleary semi-conscious glimpse of my mum peering down to check that I was asleep. I still have a drawing I did of it. I very specifically made sure to hang onto it.
From memory, it was actually the night before we were travelling up to Scotland on holiday (possibly why my mum was checking I asleep, if she didn't do that every night). It was in the car I drew my recollection of it. I remember I was quite matter-of-fact about it that day, but I definitely spent the next couple of years never sleeping on the bottom bunk.
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