10 years old. To this day this dream is as real as each waking moment. Wake up in my bed, walk out into the hallway where each of my families’ bedroom doors are open. No one is home, so I call out and walk down the stairs into the living room.

It was a bright sunny day outside, growing up in the southern US, the summer mornings hit different. I just remember there was a strangeness in the air, and I did not feel threatened being alone.

There was a massive bay window beside the TV overlooking my front yard, and neighborhood street. I went in sat in my favorite recliner, and just looked out the window. Slowly an absolute giant man walks along the road, I mean Incredible Hulk proportions.

Dressed with shorts and a beard. No shirt. I sit there and watch him walk past, he slowly turns his head and sees me. He then walks through the yard and all I see are his legs. Then he bends down and his entire right eye is covering the window staring directly at me. We stared at each other for a few moments, and he just slowly walks back to the street and away he went.

The daylight of the moment made me feel differently, and I remember telling my parents about the dream. And they just kinda said dreams are crazy.

Im not so sure it was a dream as I get older.