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I was alerted that Dejuntos was likely a mispronunciation of los Difuntos, the dead.

More information has been obtained. Día de los Difuntos, is the holiday Day of the Dead. From the video footage I've seen about it, there are parades and those include skeletons as part of it.

Day of the dead, traces back to Mesoamerican cultures that celebrated the lives of dead ancestors. Xolotl is an Aztec and Toltec god of lightning. He was represented as either a skeleton, or as a dog headed man, who guided people an area of the underworld called Mictlan. Mictlan is the 9th or lowest level of the underworld and it takes 4 years to get there.

Mictlantecuhtli is the ruler of Mictlan, he is also represented as a skeleton.

So now in my mind, I'm seeing how a culture is tying some of the mythological gods to skeleton figures. I can also see where one might mistake what we have seen in drawings and movies as the Grays, for that of a skeleton or corpse that hasn't quite gotten to the skeleton stage. I'm still not satisfied that I have found an answer.

Thank you so much Lil Wolf. I liked this one a lot.

This is a story of my mother's early life and the things that I did not understand til of late, it may be a bit rambling, but I am 76 and memory is pffft, thank you for your time.
Richard

let me preface this by saying that my mother was born in a place called Agular Colo. and raised in the area of the 'sangre de Christo' mountains', a very enchanted place, said by the local tribes to be haunted (for lack of a better term).

As a wee lad, after awakening her from a nightmare, as she was screaming and thrashing about,she told me stories of when she was a child and what she dreamed of, and saw, what she called 'dejuntos', I thought it was a Mexican or Spanish term, but since have asked Mexicans I know what it means and they never heard the term, they were, as she described them, skeletons with large heads and slanted big evil eyes, and that in her dreams they took her to a large "dirigible", as it was long and slender and up in the sky and they came at her with whirling little knives and needles and such, she said that the dream never concluded, but was repetitious, she went on to relate that the road to town from their farm was narrow and winding, unless it was a total must one did not ride it at night because 'fireballs' flew the road and singed a number of people.

One very black, stormy night, the men had gone into town for supplies, and the women all got together in one room of one house, while the lightning was flashing, they heard a noise, as they all huddled in a corner, lightning flashed and the "skull" was staring at them through the doorway, scaring the virtual crap outta them, when they lit a coaloil lamp there wasn't a trace of anything but they all agreed they saw it.

These things she told me as a wee child, they had no significance to me until I started studying UFOs and the like, that I had this epiphany, WOW! she was an abductees! by then she had gone to the promise land.

I never liked my mother and I doubt she had any feeling for me, but I would have dearly loved to speak to her in depth after realizing what occurred.

On chance, look up the Sangre de Christo mountains in the San Luis valley, and you will find more questions than answers perhaps.

That's my story, lacking a few authenticating details perhaps, these things took place circa 1910, and I am six and seventy, so that's almost a hundred years ago, she was born in July 1906.