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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2011 5:18:10 GMT -6
Yeah. I'm still pondering...I saw the movie "Knowing" (with Nick Cage) on dish a couple of weeks ago. The aliens/visitors in that movie had the white hair, so that could have influenced my dream; but the bandanna? That was pretty lame . Another quality of the dream, is my state of emotion just talking about going trick-or-treating. I had a strong feeling that I didn't want my kids to do it in this neighborhood (?). Yet I'm outside last night in the yard after 10 p.m. and no worries (?).
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2011 10:08:02 GMT -6
Did you grow up in a rough neighborhood JC, or was it just an effect of the dream?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2011 5:34:53 GMT -6
Hi lorelei This neighborhood I live in is nice. It doesn't have gates or anything like that, but has an exclusive feel because of surrounding woods, several churches, a private school and grade school nearby, and its "own" little shopping strip. There is a mix of old and young families . It actually is prolly a bit more peaceful now, except we can hear the cars on the hiway (even with a sound barrier wall). The world has of course changed, so neither I nor my children go off and wander for hours. As a precaution. That being said, we have trick-or-treated off and on here, with no problems. So why did I suddenly feel (in a dream) that we shouldn't do that here this year? I was kind of hoping that moving back here 2 yrs. ago would help me resolve some personal issues. I actually sleep in the room that was once my "play room". Right now I am sitting within 2 feet of where the mattress was leaning against the wall that I crawled behind as a child during the initial move here. The room seems so small now . I think I'm finally facing and dealing with the "peculiarities" of my youth. I have become aware of fear, when I thought I was "fearless". I was one of the "rough" spots of the neighborhood .....
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2011 19:03:43 GMT -6
"The experience of a close encounter with a UFO is a shattering physical and mental ordeal. The trauma has effects that go far beyond what the witness recalls consciously. New types of behavior are conditioned, and new types of beliefs are promoted. The social, political and religious consequences of the experience are enormous...."[1] Astrophysicist Dr. Jacques Vallee"
I agree.
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"The experience of a close encounter with a UFO is a shattering physical and mental ordeal. The trauma has effects that go far beyond what the witness recalls consciously. New types of behavior are conditioned, and new types of beliefs are promoted. The social, political and religious consequences of the experience are enormous...."[1] Astrophysicist Dr. Jacques Vallee" I agree. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- very true !!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2011 21:13:22 GMT -6
"What was significant about this dream (to me) was the neighbor I had to take/show him to. The neighbor I was talking to about our kids is one of the boys who "found" me at our new house when I was four...he no longer lives in this house (I was pounding on the door), but his mom still does." Deep breath. This "boy" also had (has) a brother 1-2 yrs. older. My older sister liked this "boy", but he would have nothing to do with her. Their were also 2 girls younger than me and we played together all the time. However, I clearly remember these 2 brothers ignoring me or being hateful (?). They were loving to their sisters, so it wasn't some extension of sibling rivalry. Their mom and my mom were best friends. In fact, their grandmother and my grandmother were also good friends, so I recall my moms happiness in moving so close to them. Everything should have been grand, and look what happened the day we moved in . Needless to say, I wouldn't have dreamed in a million years that these 2 boys were who found me in the front yard. Was I senselessly babbling and they just thought I was weird? Did I tell them something so fantastic that from then on I was labeled a liar? Their attitude towards me was so intense, that I even had to wonder ...did they DO something to me before the adults showed up? Even if they had to hit me to "wake me up", they wouldn't want our parents to know. I did BECOME weird. I can recall throwing a rock (some 4 yrs. later) at this same "boys" bedroom window, in broad daylight. I don't know why! He came charging out of the house and yelled at me and said I'd have to pay for it. I remember shrugging my shoulders and saying "so?" which made him even madder. By the way, I have what I call "killer aim" . For some reason, I could be the knife thrower at the circus. No foolin'. I aimed for his window; hit his window. One time, another neighborhood boy, a friend of my brother's, came into my playroom where I was playing all by myself. I picked up a metal cap gun, stood up, and threw the toy gun hard at his knee cap. It hit his knee, bounced up and hit him in the forehead. He got stitches in his knee and his forehead. I don't know why I did this. I can remember not being able to explain to my mom. The poor guy prolly told his mom that he didn't do anything, and for once this statement was prolly correct. I sometimes threw rocks at christmas lights (very small) on people's gutters....ruined a couple of promising friendships with THAT one; kids running off to stay out of trouble. Last one I'll talk about: my former husband was somewhat abusive. Verbally mainly, but it tends to become physical after that. One day, thinking my husband was still in an adjoining room (he was), I took a 5x7 picture and threw it across our front room end over end like a ninja star. I'm embarrassed to admit that he walked into the front room, at least 30 feet away from me, at just the wrong time. Try explaining a deep cut in the chin to the emergency room staff. Now who was abusive? This is just a sample. So those of you that think jcurio is a "goody-2- shoes"? Thank You! I have worked very, very hard to be a better person . enough for now
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2011 21:17:20 GMT -6
p.s. I never hurt animals.
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Post by skywalker on Oct 13, 2011 21:54:19 GMT -6
Everybody loses their temper once in a while, Jc...even your level-headed forum administrator. I remember once when I was a teenager my older brother and some of his friends came home and started teasing me. We were doing construction on our old plywood shack that my dad claimed was a "house" and there was a huge four-foot square piece of plywood lying on the floor. In a fit of rage I grabbed the piece of plywood and gave it a mighty heave in the direction of my older bro. It went spinning sideways through the air like a square UFO then stuck into the wall with a "thoooiiiiinnng" sound while my brother dove for cover. When he saw the piece of wood sticking out of the wall his eyes got big like he had just seen an alien! He didn't tease me much after that.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2011 22:31:04 GMT -6
LOL... I remember one time when I was in middle school we were playing floor hockey in the gym. I was the goalie. One of the bullies on the other team came up to me, got right up in my face and said, "Block THIS!" and hit it past me. He did it a second time. And a third time. The fourth time he came up to me, he said, "Block..." and I hit him as hard as I possibly could in the shin with my hockey stick. hehehehehe He shrieked and limped over to the gym teacher on the other side of the gym yelping at him like a little wussie. The gym teacher looked over at me, I gave him my best angelic smile and he shouted, "LORELEI? Nahhhhhh..." and told him to go away and quit whining. He didn't try it again... ~smirk~ We've all been guilty of it JC. Nothing to be ashamed of.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2011 7:24:13 GMT -6
...and we're not so helpless after all . I was a whole head shorter than every one else, weighed 54 lbs. in 5th grade, and no one messed with me. At least not obviously (smirk). Another girl I played with (who I have occas. contact with now) was 2 yrs. younger and we were the same size. We played on the same softball league every summer for several years, and she drove me nuts. If I wanted to pitch, she wanted to pitch, so I moved to catcher, and guess what . Then, to first base, etc.....why do coaches allow this?? I was trying to play nice. Another example: I arrived so early every day to one job that I had the pick of the parking garage basically. I chose like the 3rd level, middle section facing up wards, approx. 75 feet from the elevator. A co-worker started parking in that exact spot. I've also had a friend start cutting her hair like mine and changing her own style. This was creepy, but I try to tell others that things like this are actually a compliment . Lorelei, I agree (from one of your threads) that quite possibly people are whispering "good" things about you and your date when you go out . I tell children almost every day that it is their job to try and "flip" a possible bad situation. A welcoming smile can be very disarming to a potential bully or other "threat". That is just one tactic....
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2011 7:29:14 GMT -6
I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night. I even dreamed of eating ice cream (to try and comfort myself). I should have known you guys would make me feel better . By the way, how are you touched? I've been watching for your posts! Great to see you!
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Post by skywalker on Oct 14, 2011 7:48:19 GMT -6
Do you two know each other?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2011 8:23:04 GMT -6
ugh. Back to the subject I'm slowly, and cautiously addressing. Because of the way these 2 young boys treated me, and other incidents (pause), I have addressed the issue of molestation. The mind has a pretty thorough way of masking, or forgetting such things; especially in youngsters. I even approached the "why" was it this particular uncle that I "saw" and thought had come to get me when I was left behind. Him and my aunt only had one child, a boy, and my mom would let them take me for a few days; even a week in the summer as I got older. I questioned my mom about this. She thought it was a little too much, but my dad did encourage this because she had 2 other children and he was a workaholic. They had some land and some horses, and darned if I wasn't comfortable with them. The boy (my cousin) is older and we got along great-he was pretty busy with boy stuff. I also would spend weeks at a time with my maternal grandparents and other cousins as I got older. The only time I recall resenting this is when my mom sent me to grandma for a week because she fell on the ice and broke her leg. Obviously before kindergarten, being winter and "sent away", and grandma wouldn't let me go outside much . I was a sickly little child. I was born with pneumonia, so tended to get that, or bronchitis. I eventually took allergy shots in my early twenties, and had my first nose surgery; I had only 25 % breathing capacity thru my nose. Prolly why I kept having lung problems. No nose to speak of for filtering. I ran track in junior high (middle school) and when the coach would yell breathe through your nose! across the track, I was like, what?? I now have asthma. I don't recall my stomach bothering me, but I was under weight a lot, so who knows? I have stomach problems now...but I became a "normal" size during high school, and still today I'm considered average. I'm 5'7" and my 14 yr. old is as tall as me! I don't know why I'm embarrassed to tell this part; I guess it's just really personal. My mom told me that sometimes I would "hold everything". In other words, I wouldn't poop or pee (how my daughters would put it ). It would be long enough that she took me to the hospital or the doctor's office with concern. I don't remember this. Anyway, I think those doctors would have voiced or reported any observations of abuse. My mom did use this "tactic" of mine later. I was very young and she told me "You're such a smart girl. I bet you don't like wet pants. You can use the potty if you want to". That was the extent of that training.... I am baffled. I seemed to know about sex since as far as I can remember. Did the normal "play doctor" stuff. A teenage boy exposed himself to me when I was walking home from a friends house, and I didn't really care. Another boy (in a white camaro) took to following me home, when I rode my ten-speed home alone from the community pool. It was irritating. My parents can be thankful that stuff like this didn't "make me" experiment too early. I actually thought it was pretty dumb for a teenage boy to show me pictures in a magazine and tell me I would look like this someday. Well, duh. I treasured these childhood years. My folks didn't seem particularly happy being adults. And I liked being able to walk or ride my bike for hours. When I look back, I feel soo lucky I didn't get raped . What is really going on here? I don't recall being nervous about doctors, but obviously I was familiar with them. (I did get my pediatric chart 5 yrs. after I quit seeing him. He was a very kind man and I liked him. In the chart is noted my nervousness on examination).
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2011 14:42:53 GMT -6
. By the way, how are you touched? I've been watching for your posts! Great to see you! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You too Jc ! I hope you can get some sleep. Ive been having problems sleeping too, insomnia has been a problem in my life since early childhood . I think it stemmed from all those nights as a child staying up late looking at the stars . Ive been busy in online chess tournaments(chess.com), both State and U.S.. Team Missouri is winning currenly at the moment in all games. I won 2/2 for the State against Utah which put us 2 ahead currently. We beat New Mexico(I didnt participate in that one) and were playing against Florida currently also, were ahead but it's too early in the match to get too excited yet, and my 2 games in that one are pending.-------------Sky, Ive only known Jc since she joined TEOR. I thought at first she was another friend from another forum with a similar name but instead I found a new friend,,,and Im so glad she's here !!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2011 14:58:43 GMT -6
Thanks for sharing JC. I'm glad you feel comfortable enough here to share these things with us. ~hugs~ I was caught "playing doctor" on the playground once when I was 10... lol... with my "boyfriend". His name was Ben. He was slightly mentally retarded, but he was my assigned "buddy". I was picked on a lot and didn't have a lot of friends. He didn't either because he was a little slow, so we sat together and we played together. He was such a sweetheart. I can still see his face when I think about him. Freckles and dirty blond hair, and that smile he always had on his face. He was always so blissfully happy. I couldn't help but smile at him when he smiled at me. He gave me a "ring" once, it was a piece of metal he found on the playground... lol... I don't know what I ever did with it but I treasured it for a long time... I was always skinny as a toothpick in elementary school, but I got fat in high school shortly after puberty hit. I have a hormone imbalance and I'm an emotional over eater so... it makes sense. I'm not grossly overweight, but I'm not bikini-wearing material. I have stomach problems too... nervous stomach... can't eat stuff with lots of acidic ingredients too often like spaghetti or oranges. I'm addicted to carbonated beverages because it soothes my stomach. I also had my nose (septum) straightened when I was 17 and two sinus surgeries. Breathing is a lot easier now. Touched, you go man! Beat those chess peoples!! ;D
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2011 18:50:06 GMT -6
"Do you two know each other? " (about touched and myself). No, I was being "neighborly" . And it really is a small world. My dad is one of 10 kids and has 2 sisters that have had property on Lake Pomme de Terre for many years. I haven't been there since there was a place called "Denny's Triangle"....but back then it had a relatively small community feel I also reasonate with touched's birth experience. I still don't believe in "reincarnation", as the repeating of this life in different bodies, and have done an open-minded study of it. I have felt that this is going to be the "next temptation" in my children forming their own belief system, and I want to be informed. However, I do believe that quite possibly my soul was once in Heaven with my Maker (don't go saying I think I was an angel) and it was decided that I should become human. I don't think I got to choose my earthly family...and of course my proof of this is nil. And of course I'm not the only one And it doesn't make me "chosen", but actually more vulnerable to the "spirits", and being tossed to and fro... I pray for discernment all the time. Through all of this life's adventure, I've had a sense of a "loving G_d", and when I shook my fist at the sky, it was at Him, "why wasn't He there?" at that moment in time. I was only eight. I had a lot to learn . Anyway, though I'm not worthy of grace and salvation, it is truly a gift, I can't imagine going through ANYTHING without Him. Even this abduction thing. I don't lose my faith in Him just because these things happen, and He knows it's going to happen. When I invited G_d into my life, it doesn't mean I quit being "human", but to my understanding it is an invitation for an indwelling of His Holy Spirit. Hopefully I am so full of Him, that there isn't room for other spirits! Honestly, I'm going out on a limb here, but some of my dream experiences it is LIKE I am spirit and am "invited" into another's experience. Whether that another is a man, a woman, or another "spirit" is different all the time. Yes, sometimes I am myself. But you can imagine my bewilderment when I "wake up" and find myself in unfamiliar surroundings, in the middle of a conversation with others, and don't know who I'm supposed to be. Thats what it feels like; and often times it's just "snippets" ; I really wake up, and later on what I was supposed to "see" becomes clear. Again, I don't truly think I'm an "angel". But boy, do I have a vivid imagination! Here's one of my dreams: I dream that I'm very small, because of my perception of things around me. I seem to be hovering at a man's right ear while he is driving. There is also a woman to my right. Am I an insect? I can't see myself, I don't try to, because I am here for a reason, and these people can't see me either. The man is in sudden pain. Chest pain, and he doesn't understand. He doesn't speak about it, but I do. I start telling him (calmly) to pull over the car; that he's having a heart attack; that he needs to tell his wife to call for help NOW! I become more urgent telling him to pull over, and it's almost like his wife hears me; she insists he pull over and tell her what's wrong. He is in so, so much pain that I am sad, and the car has slowed down, he parks almost pulled over, climbs out of the car, and lays on the grass. The whole time I am hovering, hovering just around his head. I hear his wife crying for help in the background, and now I am reassuring him that the pain is almost over, and that "everything will be OK", and our eyes meet briefly as he realizes he's dying. He waited too long. If he had pulled over when I first told him...then, I suddenly seem to be "pulled" to a hospital cafeteria (I'm still super tiny), I wonder what next, and I wake up. Is this just part of my desire to help people? That would be the easy answer.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2011 0:50:52 GMT -6
I hope I'm not coming across as "rambling" . I would like to understand about what happened when I was four . (and also since then, of course). I tend to relate that experience as something "awful". Yet I don't know why. My memory of my "uncle" coming to get me is very pleasant. But instinctively I know that memory is wrong. Within a couple of months of this event, I insisted on being baptized at our church. I recall having a personal talk with our pastor, as my parents didn't think I knew what I was doing. I don't remember anything "weird" discussed between the pastor and I, and I overheard him tell my parents that I knew what I was doing . All these years later, a friend told me that this accepting of Jesus Christ as my Savior and getting baptized, is about repentance. She then asked me "How much would a four year old have to repent??" Obviously I went on to sin, even possibly "show off", not long after my baptism. What was my initial gut-knee jerk reaction to be baptized, to me, now looks suspect. Was I asking for salvation, or protection?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2011 1:08:21 GMT -6
Salvation or protection... hmm... a very interesting thought provoking question... You're not rambling jc. I love to read everything you type.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2011 2:01:08 GMT -6
"Do you two know each other? " (about touched and myself). No, I was being "neighborly" . And it really is a small world. My dad is one of 10 kids and has 2 sisters that have had property on Lake Pomme de Terre for many years. I haven't been there since there was a place called "Denny's Triangle"....but back then it had a relatively small community feel I also reasonate with touched's birth experience. I still don't believe in "reincarnation", as the repeating of this life in different bodies, and have done an open-minded study of it. I have felt that this is going to be the "next temptation" in my children forming their own belief system, and I want to be informed. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Jc,,,,oh my !!! I lived right down the road from Dennys Triangle when I was very young ! We use to go there all the time. I still remember this toy monkey in there that smiled and clapped two cymbles together,,,lol. My dad and mom new Denny and his wife, and I remember them too.One of my sisters is married to the family who use to own Hwy 83 marina. I' d bet about anything that your family on your dads side knows some, if not all of my family ! We may even be related somehow, I have alot of family in these parts,lol. About reincarnation, even after the things that I wrote about,,,I can't say for sure that I believe in it either. I do believe we were a spirit from the moment creation began, we were born, and after this life we'll return back to a spirit form. The only thing I do know is that were here now, and might as well make the best of it for our fellow beings, and them to come after . I do believe we make our choices as to which side we choose after that here in this lifetime. Btw Jc, as you probably well know, we all sin, even after baptism,that's why there is repentance and a loving Father Thanks for sharing, I enjoy reading your posts too
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2011 10:05:51 GMT -6
"Btw Jc, as you probably well know, we all sin, even after baptism," Of course . But as a four year old, how willing am I to resist temptation? My immaturity says Ha! I can do whatever I want, and still be saved! Now I know that with the indwelling of G_d's Spirit form, the Holy Spirit (sometimes called the Holy Ghost ?), I FEEL a desire to flee from temptation. I still sin, I can't help it, but I have a huge desire for loving correction and improvement! In this world, bad things happen to everyone. I don't want to be a part of that. I've been frightened that there is something about me (bloodline included) that means I'm "unsavable". If this were true, would I decide to be "as bad as I want to be"? I tried that, even in my twenties, with the expected results . Loving Correction that I chose for the good of me, and the good of my fellow man/woman. He let me "hit bottom". All my human supposed hopes and happiness led me down the road to despair and personal ruin. Yes, there were a few truly guiltless pleasures that didn't make me evil, but were still wrong. Wrong choices. Entirely selfish. I've been forgiven . At this point, I hope I'm not run off to sit in the religious corner . I'm still hard at work on myself. I believe that the word "Christian" means "Christ-like", and some of you have heard me say that I resist that. Frankly, I resist you guys calling me "jc", but that's just silly. If I'm to embrace promises that are in the Christian Bible, referring back to my ability to be saved, then I have to embrace them all. G_d says that he will punish a family down to a certain generation, for past sins, and I accept that. Those of you reading this that would argue that the New Testament replaces the Old Testament, need to reread the New Testament. The New Testament specifically mentions the Old, and references it for deeper understanding of G_d's "laws". Can that "generational thing" be gotten around? Yes! with true repentance.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2011 10:37:12 GMT -6
One thing I seem to be asked often, about the Bible. I mean, it keeps coming up as a topic with different people. And on the "ancient aliens" series they come back to the Moses story quite a bit. I don't think people keep mentioning to me because they know I have dealt with this. I think I'm just supposed to be made aware how important this "event" can truly be in peoples lives. Even if it's just because they were impressed with Charleton Heston's performance . And let's not go into if ANY of the story actually happened or not. Supposedly the first 5 books of the Bible were written by Moses. I don't want to question that either. But I'm going to question some of the parts of his "story". 1. An oracle, or premonition was "officially" accepted before his birth by "Believers" and non-believers alike, that a special baby was to be born. People believed it enough to try and stop it. How aware of this oracle were the people's children? Including a daughter of Pharaoh. 2. Moses commits murder himself, and commands others to murder/kill. To wipe out an entire people (possibly some of them a race of giants). Moses receives G_d's commandments on a mountain top. One of those commandments is "Thou shalt not kill". 3. Later on, we read and hear from, a special man of G_d named David. Chosen from childhood. He becomes a warrior, and though he rose to fame from the killing of a Philistine giant, he later takes refuge with the Philistines when his life is in danger. David is told even later by G_d that he cannot build a house for G_d because he has been a warrior and there is too much blood on his hands. This line of thinking is relevant to my thread because of the supposed severity of G_ds wrath against certain people; including "natural" mediums. I have to go do leaves now . Thank You, lorelei. You are awesome! Thank You also for sharing with us your belief that G_d cares about us and can help us with headaches. Thank You, touched, for your friendship!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2011 11:40:03 GMT -6
It had to have been God who cured the migraine... either that or the pain reliever started working right when I asked for God to make it better... ~shrug~
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2011 3:38:56 GMT -6
a different dream......
I had this same dream several times as a child, with very little variation. It seems very straight forward, and I haven't had it since childhood. But the details, clarity, have always been very forthcoming as I think about it again.
I'm a child, myself, and I'm up the street from my home playing with a friend at their house. It's a beautiful day, and I head home in the afternoon to "check in" (I'm not required to) and maybe see whats for dinner? I can "remember" walking down the hill in front of my house, entering the front door, and proceeding to the kitchen. My mom is in the kitchen (dads still at work) and I talk to her for a sec, and then go upstairs to my room. Within a few minutes I hear my mom greeting someone at the front door and letting them into our home. Its a happy chatter I'm hearing from the kitchen and I go down to the kitchen to see what's up. But when I walk into the kitchen I'm instantly "on guard". There are 3 nice-looking ladies (older than my mom) who I've never seen before (and my mom has lots of people come over regularly) and they "scare me". My mom is explaining that these nice ladies (and she doesn't know them either) have brought us a cake.
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The "main" lady (and to this day I think I could describe her or recognize her again if I saw her) is starting to slice the cake and I'm terrified! I go to my mom, who's sitting at the kitchen table, and plead with her to not eat the cake. I'm trying to be quiet about it, but my mom kind of laughs so I become more insistant, and now the lady is smiling more, kind of laughing about it also, and my mom doesn't listen to me. I try a bit more, with no luck; they are all sitting down at the table to have their cake. The room (scene) actually darkens for me. I have a huge sense of foreboding, and I dejectedly go to the back door (off the kitchen) and stare through the screen door. I have no concept of it becoming evening, but I look out the screen and it's almost dark outside, and right outside the back door on the patio is what looks like a very scrawny dog/jackal with glowing red eyes looking back at me. I wake up. And tell myself it was just a dream.
My first feeling about this particular dream is that my mom didn't believe me. I don't know if i thought this cake was poisoned (that crossed my mind during dream) or what, but I wanted these people out of our house and i didn't want my mom to eat the cake, and she wouldn't listen.
A few minutes ago, I had to quit typing and go get some soda. my stomach suddenly felt like I was going to throw up. ??
As I said, this dream seems straight forward. My mom had/has a lot of friends and I felt like they were priority over me. My aunt once asked my mom to keep a tally of how many people came over to her house in a month, and my mom admitted it was over 2 hundred!
But it was never strangers that came over, and to this day people do not come bearing food or treats. They expect(ed) treats from my mom, and she always (does) baked for others.
Our back yard never "scared" me as a child. We also always had a loving dog, and this wasn't my dog on the patio. Don't know where he was...
This dream was so real every time I had it, that I woke up every time having to reassure myself, check on my mom, look out the back door, etc.
I know the dream symbolization of a house, especially a familiar one, and going around making sure all the doors are locked. I do off and on dream about checking doors, windows, for "are they locked" and feel the need to keep "something out". This is only in dreams.
In day to day life, I have some trepidation about my daughters that I have recently become aware of. Last night before bed I was looking for one of my dtrs. and was told she went in the backyard. I went to the back yard and called for her, no answer. I came back in; checked briefly inside, and went back out. I walked to the back of the garage and found the door to it wide open and darkness "looming" inside. I went through that way to the house and found my dtr. right inside. She had heard me calling for her...we turned on the garage light and I went and got my husky (he has a trolley he's hooked up to at times). Oh, and he was acting normal in the back yard, so virtually no reason to feel uneasy...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2011 4:34:06 GMT -6
Again, I want to state that "normally" I am comfortable in and around my home at night. I have been known to get up super late and move the sprinkler, etc.
Even lately I am making an effort to look up at the stars and enjoy their beauty. I always notice the moon when its full, but generally I do not look at the sky at all because I am too busy with whatever I'm doing outside.
Since my sighting of a very large "ship" this month I have driven around the airport, and my dtrs. and I pulled over one night by there and used some binoculars.
I feel fine about all this, I think, but my body is telling me differently. I've also caught myself breathing more heavy/rapidly just lately....
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2011 15:04:12 GMT -6
I can completely empathize with the dreams you have jc... ~hugz~
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2011 20:26:37 GMT -6
Thank you, lorelei. And I need those hugz . I think I've mentioned that I don't talk about "weirdness" anywhere else. Well, my children ; it helps them understand their mum. And I think that I've tried to convey I'm pretty tough (laugh)... there's a large "park" behind where I work. I've taken my kids sledding down its slopes when they were smaller, and we've had a helicopter land in the field. I've never been scared there. There is a grove of trees at the edge of our land, with a fence and then houses on one side, and another whole park on the other side of this grove; with a shelter, barbecue stand, etc. The grove is at the top of a long, sloping hill. There's a lot of brush around the fence. The fence is easy to go around; its more like the boundary marker. I feel like I'm explaining one of my dreams. This is real. I take walks back there. I've laid down on a park bench during the summer. But I didn't really notice the grove, until last week. It's really cool! I can go in the middle of it, still have sunlight twinkling through, and feel like I'm in a cave. I guess its just finally grown enough to become a type of "shelter". Last week I kind of made sure I didn't come out of it in sight of our building....my "little secret" for now . Yesterday I was standing near the building catching up with a friend of mine that is a substitute teacher. Another coworker came up to us kind of angry and said "do you see that man up there?" (pointing to this side of the grove) The substitute teacher basically said under her breath, yeah he tried to tell me that too, while Mr.______ went on excited, "why is he just standing there?" Well, I looked up the hill, and saw someone standing there also. Just looking at us. Yesterday was cold, so this person was fully dressed, hat, partial face mask, all in black, so I said "yeah, I see him". For whatever reason (agitated), Mr._______headed up the hill in a fast walk. I looked at the substitute teacher and started after him. Mr.___________went around a clump of bushes and (I guess) into the grove by the time I was at the bottom of the hill. Now I'm just focused on him, but I'm feeling really uneasy. I'm not walking very fast, and I get up to the grove before Mr._________shows up again. He's uneasy, bewildered, and says "where could the guy have gone??" He's not angry anymore. He goes right back down the hill and into the building. It takes me a sec to realize I'm now the only one outside, and I go to a farther entrance to the building. Before I do, though, I turn around and look closely at the area, trying to discover what "might" look like a person from a distance. But i'm spooked. I feel like I'm being watched. I can't believe this was only yesterday! Today, Mr.______ and I talked. Before I got much out, he stated he had been mad at me, because I said "phantom". WhaT?? I didn't get to say anything the day before, other than i saw "it" too! I recovered and (bewildered) told him "well, isn't the phantom of the opera a real person?" Then we found out we saw TWO different people. I saw the one in black only, by the fence, on the house/backyard side. He saw 2 people. Mine, and another man standing by the clump of bushes at the front of the grove, wearing khaki pants. My guy in black "disappeared" as we were talking initially (according to Mr._______), and he was the more visible of the 2. Yeah, black against yellow, browns, and greens, but the other guy ...Mr.__________couldn't see much of him other than his pant legs clearly, and the "pants legs" clearly turned and took off as soon as he started up the hill. I did ask him why he "left me" outside right after...wish I didn't. Now he feels bad . Today was a beautiful day. I looked to-wards the grove, but that was all. Mr._________commented that the grove would be a cool hang out. I asked him if he knew that it was there. "Not like that".
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2011 20:54:21 GMT -6
Sunday night my dtr. asked if she could crawl in bed with me. Sure. I knew something must be wrong. I didn't ask, and we went to sleep. Yesterday (Monday) morning she asked me if wanted to hear about her "bad dream". Sure.
She had a bad dream. Hasn't had one for awhile, and decided to come see me (next door to her room). She opened my bedroom door and there was a black cat sitting on my bed. It hissed at her, so she shut my door and went back to her room. She tried to blow it off, waited about 15 minutes, and then came back to my room, and then asked me if she could sleep with me.
I'm super confused. If the cat hissed at her, wasn't she scared? "No, the cat was warning her to stay away". Was I there in my room? "No, just the cat". And then again how she went back to her room...
We don't have a cat at our house. And when she came into my room (that I'm aware of) my little dog came with her and jumped onto my bed ready to snuggle.
Her dad has two cats at his house. One day last week she was talking to both of us in her dads' front yard and accidently called one of their cats' "Mario". Her dad repeated that name, but I guess she didn't hear him. Mario was my black cat from kittenhood 1987 to our separation in 2001. I left him at our house when I left, because he had always had that house and the neighborhood. Mario died at the house early 2003. (my former husband did call me and "let me" come say good-bye.) The cats he has now are never let out of the house. I've tried to have 2 cats myself since Mario died, but found out I was highly allergic to cats.
whoa. I'm about to cry. I never thought about the "black cat" I see out of the corner of my eye being Mario. The impression on my bed. Deciding I might quite possibly have a small, black friend. But not Mario.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2011 21:27:25 GMT -6
Sounds like it very well might be Mario. He's still checking in on you. That's wonderful!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2011 22:01:08 GMT -6
I have (2) new small bruises on my right bicep/and right elbow. Drat. I also have a extra person in bed with me . 'nite
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