When I was younger (late 20's, 30's - that is, MY 30's, not the 1930's!) I would often racewalk a few miles in the morning before work, ie before sunrise. I am zipping down a main thoroughfare around 6 am, I happen to look up and I see a glowing, yellowish, rounded, flat on the bottom and top, OBJECT in the sky moving swiftly in my direction! I about p00ped my drawers. I said, well, if I meet aliens, so be it. What did I read all that science fiction for as a kid, if not for this?

Then I realized it was a streetlight, and it was my movement toward it, that made it look like IT was moving toward me. But for a moment, it felt like the real thing! Wil Wheaton, eat your heart out!