The Ghostly Cloud Watcher

It all started in 1990 when my brother and sister in law had just been married. They moved in with my parents for a couple months. We were living in Washington State. One night they both freaked out and told my parents of a cloud floating above them with a face. We eventually forgot about it and that's where it came back to watch over me. My brother and his wife moved out and a few years later we moved to Arizona without them. A year after the move, I was repeatedly awoken by a strange feeling. This strange feeling was a sense of excitement that I was not alone in my sleep. I woke up to see a clear cloud with a form or a face about 2 to 4 feet floating above me. Now, I know sometimes when you dream you may wake up startled and see images of your dream. This however was different. I woke up to reaction. I could see the cloud with my eyes. No dream was in my vision still. It's really hard to explain. It soon vanished for a while. I had finished school and had moved back to Washington State. I met my fiance and have been again visited by this watcher. Until recently I thought it was a dream state. I actually awoke 100% to see this thing floating above me. The only problem is that it dissapears in seconds when it is noticed. I've also had many dreams about walking among aliens. Could it be alien? Maybe it is just a ghost. I have no idea. Is there anybody else in the world with a visitor like this? I don't see blue lights or anything else. All I see is the cloud with a form. I don't think I'm being abducted by aliens, but whatever it is is surely strange. To this day I wonder if its a dead relative, old friend or what. If it is a ghost, It must like me. I have not had any poltergiest situations.

This spirit has made me think that maybe god doesn't need to watch us all himself since there is so many of us. Maybe those who die of relation are assigned to watch us for him. Maybe they guide us on where we need to be. My life feels more impactful from these incidents. I think about people like the Native North American Indians who were forced from their land to disease and death. I love archeaology, but I promised myself that their possesions belong in the ground and not on a wall or museum. I am grateful for my life and sad for those who had no choice of how they wanted to live.