Star Walker

when I was very young, no more than 5, I was visited by what the Hopi Indians described to me as a Star Walker.  I remember it like it happened just yesterday.  A huge "being" in my strawberry shortcake wicker chair that observed me and that scared me so bad I couldn't yell for my mother, or do anything other than stare at it.  It was huge, multi colored and had really long purple dreadlocks.  I know, I know, sounds like maybe I dreamed this "being" in my room at such a young age, but I assure you it was no dream, no figment of imagination, it was a real "being".  I woke to find it towering in that chair and staring at me, for a long time we stared at eachother.  Finally it said to me, "you will never see me again." In a streak of light it flew over me and out my closed bedroom window.  Indeed I never saw it again, but I've never forgotten it either.