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Post by skywalker on Feb 24, 2011 0:13:49 GMT -6
I do that same thing quite a bit, Shami. I have no idea why. It's aggravating though.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2011 2:54:02 GMT -6
Spooky.... VERY spooky...
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Post by sansseed on Feb 24, 2011 14:16:43 GMT -6
I also had a dream recently about being chased, fighting it, but ultimately resigning to the fact that I was going to be "caught". I sat down on some stairs and just waited for the inevitable. That is when I woke up. At the time, I chalked it up to my "fighting" all the strangeness in my life (weird dreams, missing time, memories of something at my window, ghostly shadows), such as rejecting it out right and denying it. Now, I'm not rejecting it. I am looking into it, researching it. I'm still scared, but I'm facing it head on..., no matter where the road might lead.
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Post by skywalker on Feb 24, 2011 22:10:47 GMT -6
We don't know where the road leads until we follow it. Even if it ends up being a dead end at least we will know that's what it is.
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Post by paulette on Feb 25, 2011 0:21:29 GMT -6
Another report - this time from waking consciousness. I was sitting in our well lit living room tonight with my husband, watching an engaging documentary on urban raccoons. Early, not particularly tired, one diluted with ginger ale glass of wine and my dinner plate in front of me when I saw a person/shape come out out of our stair well, peek around the corner and disappear. I immediately said to my husband - somebody just came up the stairs! This wasn't a shadow or a middle of the night event although I will say I couldn't say much of the detail of what it/he/she looked like. We made a few jokes and then with some misgivings I checked the door - locked. I kinda knew by then that no one was physically here. I wasn't actually frightened (having the strong man present helped) but rather startled.
What was incongruous was that I was happily paying attention to a real world documentary - not scary, not suggestive of alternative realities.
So there.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2011 4:13:58 GMT -6
Another report - this time from waking consciousness. I was sitting in our well lit living room tonight with my husband, watching an engaging documentary on urban raccoons. Early, not particularly tired, one diluted with ginger ale glass of wine and my dinner plate in front of me when I saw a person/shape come out out of our stair well, peek around the corner and disappear. I immediately said to my husband - somebody just came up the stairs! This wasn't a shadow or a middle of the night event although I will say I couldn't say much of the detail of what it/he/she looked like. We made a few jokes and then with some misgivings I checked the door - locked. I kinda knew by then that no one was physically here. I wasn't actually frightened (having the strong man present helped) but rather startled. What was incongruous was that I was happily paying attention to a real world documentary - not scary, not suggestive of alternative realities. So there. LOL. We all see stuff like that from time to time. ~sigh~ I miss having a big strong man sleeping next to me... it makes the nightmares and sleep paralysis less traumatizing... I'm glad you have one to help you feel safe.
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Post by skywalker on Feb 25, 2011 7:38:34 GMT -6
I have been seeing some weird things lately also. They just look like shadows or shapes that move past me out of the corner of my eye but when I look there is nothing there. It's kind of freaky. I don't want any big, strong man sleeping next to me though...
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Post by paulette on Feb 25, 2011 10:12:25 GMT -6
Yeah...well big strong man might be a bit of an exaggeration. He's a medium sized fairly tough man (not a fighter). But having anyone around who can witness (or not) only might be useful. From what I've heard and read here - usually one's spouse is 1. asleep and can't be roused 2. available but the experiencer can't make a sound 3. awake but in some zombie state - one woman's story I think on Mufon site - she and children just went outside for a 2am walk a quarter of a mile to a lake front and then returned with no memories of the missing time. He (the big strong man BSM) was sitting at the table playing solitaire and didn't even look up when they staggered back into the cabin. So the BSM or even the BSW might be of limited use ...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2011 12:55:17 GMT -6
Yeah...well big strong man might be a bit of an exaggeration. He's a medium sized fairly tough man (not a fighter). But having anyone around who can witness (or not) only might be useful. From what I've heard and read here - usually one's spouse is 1. asleep and can't be roused 2. available but the experiencer can't make a sound 3. awake but in some zombie state - one woman's story I think on Mufon site - she and children just went outside for a 2am walk a quarter of a mile to a lake front and then returned with no memories of the missing time. He (the big strong man BSM) was sitting at the table playing solitaire and didn't even look up when they staggered back into the cabin. So the BSM or even the BSW might be of limited use ... The BSM IS of limited use... ~nods~. But he makes me feel better regardless... When I was living in NC with MY BSM, I would still have sleep paralysis, but NEVER while HE was in the room... he had to get up early to go to work, and I would sleep in several extra hours because I didn't have to be to work until the early afternoon or evening. The sleep paralysis would always strike me AFTER he left for work first thing in the morning when I was alone... ~shrug~ I also did a lot more sleepwalking while I was with him. He was a light sleeper and when I would get up out of bed he would wake up and follow me most of the time because he worried about me. It makes me wonder if maybe I ever went for a midnight walk out into the woods behind the apartment building while he was in deep sleep...
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Post by lois on Feb 25, 2011 17:14:57 GMT -6
My husband has been here with me for 49 years and he never once got out of bed to help me or my kids, He writes us off as nuts. I figured years ago.. who needs him anyway.. He is like living with a skeptic all these years..
So I hardly ever tell him what goes on on this forum.. When I do he shrugs his shoulders.. at me.. He sees Ron as some kind of secret boyfriend. as he calls me all the time, but I have never told Ron this. hope he does not come here and read it.. He likes Ron's e-mails though. He sent me the Cat and the Crow I posted on the Discussion topic..
A dear friend is what he is, even though he tried to sell me tinfoil hats when I first joined Mufon.. lol.. I actually took him seriously. I will never live that down.. lol
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2011 17:39:49 GMT -6
My husband has been here with me for 49 years and he never once got out of bed to help me or my kids, He writes us off as nuts. I figured years ago.. who needs him anyway.. He is like living with a skeptic all these years.. So I hardly ever tell him what goes on on this forum.. When I do he shrugs his shoulders.. at me.. He sees Ron as some kind of secret boyfriend. as he calls me all the time, but I have never told Ron this. hope he does not come here and read it.. He likes Ron's e-mails though. He sent me the Cat and the Crow I posted on the Discussion topic.. A dear friend is what he is, even though he tried to sell me tinfoil hats when I first joined Mufon.. lol.. I actually took him seriously. I will never live that down.. lol Lois LOL Lois. Ron is a good guy, I like him a lot.
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Post by auntym on Feb 25, 2011 18:53:08 GMT -6
My husband has been here with me for 49 years and he never once got out of bed to help me or my kids, He writes us off as nuts. I figured years ago.. who needs him anyway.. He is like living with a skeptic all these years.. So I hardly ever tell him what goes on on this forum.. When I do he shrugs his shoulders.. at me.. He sees Ron as some kind of secret boyfriend. as he calls me all the time, but I have never told Ron this. hope he does not come here and read it.. He likes Ron's e-mails though. He sent me the Cat and the Crow I posted on the Discussion topic.. A dear friend is what he is, even though he tried to sell me tinfoil hats when I first joined Mufon.. lol.. I actually took him seriously. I will never live that down.. lol Lois LOL....i remember that.... ;D
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Post by paulette on Feb 25, 2011 20:33:47 GMT -6
Short. Weird. Dream I had this am. In a crowd - "official people" are going around and inducing illness/death among a lot of people who seem to be at an outdoor event. With injections. I am trying to look totally still and dead. There's so many people that no one is taking pulses but I know if I twitch or move that I will draw attention. I wake up with a charlie horse from lying intentionally still for a LONG TIME. It stays with me, this little morning dream. Then I read, the Man who killed Aliens and ponder what really happened to him (if anything) and how closely what I read here is entangled in my dreams. Except I dreamed the dream first, read the post and watched 3 of the clips later. Aaaaggghhh.
I really hope this dream is about what I ate last night and not ANY KIND of fore runner reality. Cause I don't want to be there - or anyone else either.
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Post by lois on Feb 25, 2011 23:32:37 GMT -6
Auntym. he pm me and said Well sweetie you can have one for free, I won't charge you, my wife and I have them ship to us.. lol lol .. So I pm him back my home address. He just about went bananas laughing to himself, he had to pm back and tell me he was joking.. Wanted to say he was sorry forever, as he keep saying it. Then stupid me had to post it. so everyone would know. I was new and thought how can I post about my self now? they will think I'm so stupid to begin with.. lol
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Post by lois on Feb 25, 2011 23:41:12 GMT -6
Paulette, I would not put much thougth on the guy who says he shot aliens. Your dream sort of reminds of Davy Jones in south america and how he made them all do injections or drink some deadly drink. He was a religious freak to say the least. The government in this case was not the ones doing the killings..
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Post by paulette on Feb 26, 2011 1:05:46 GMT -6
Yeah - Jim Jones - actually they handed out poisoned Kool Aid which the adults then gave to the children first and then drank themselves. Jim's body was never accounted for. He was getting injections (as did Hitler) of methamphetamine (speed). It creates psychotic states of paranoia. (It helps to be crazy before you start the drug regime). I think I have knock dreams of stuff I read or see on TV. They are troubling - but dreams are cut and paste by a part of one's mind that doesn't mind using violent or shocking imagery (anything to get remembered in the morning). It was weird that I obviously had been lying very still when I woke up - sorta like the childhood fantasy that there's something under the bed and if your arm hangs over the edge - well....should you move it or keep it VERY still? Bill Cosby actually did a comedic skit about this on a record. I was glad someone besides me knew about that monster....
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Post by Steve on Feb 26, 2011 22:37:19 GMT -6
Short. Weird. Dream I had this am. In a crowd - "official people" are going around and inducing illness/death among a lot of people who seem to be at an outdoor event. With injections. I am trying to look totally still and dead. There's so many people that no one is taking pulses but I know if I twitch or move that I will draw attention. I wake up with a charlie horse from lying intentionally still for a LONG TIME. It stays with me, this little morning dream. Then I read, the Man who killed Aliens and ponder what really happened to him (if anything) and how closely what I read here is entangled in my dreams. Except I dreamed the dream first, read the post and watched 3 of the clips later. Aaaaggghhh. I really hope this dream is about what I ate last night and not ANY KIND of fore runner reality. Cause I don't want to be there - or anyone else either. I had a dream the other night too. Similar? At least it was one I remembered that time. In my dream, I was in a crowded lobby in a major university hospital. Next I saw what Paulette wrote next.... "going around and inducing illness/death among a lot of people who seem to be at an outdoor event." In my dream the hospital staff was now frantic. A terrorist attack? I was a plain clothes agent of some kind...or someone official, but with a low profile I guess. Who ever i was...I seemed to have this perceptive insight from training I guess reading the room. I remembered in the commotion a man walked fleetingly away into the crowd and outside. I instinctively followed, opening out into this open air mall, a college campus. Students were milling and walking to and fro oblivious to what was going on inside the hospital. I quickly looked around, and caught sight some distance away the man I saw earlier, he noticed I saw him too, and quickened his pace walking away, not running to attract further attention. Without shouting...I briskly walked after him, through the crowd of students with their books and back packs. Some turned to see what was happening. I saw the man was beginning to slow and falter, stumbling. Whatever he might be spreading, it was beginning to effect him too. I caught up to him, we briskly walked in parallel. Then he stumbled again and started to collapse. His face pale. I caught him, and picked him up in my arms. A crowd of students surrounded us... I quickly carried this mystery man back across the mall and kicked open the door to the hospital ER...and people turned and approached me. Culprit or not, this man had some sort of answer. Then darn it - I woke up!!!!! Weird Paulette we were worried about a scary (a bio attack?) incident? I never found out who this guy in the dream was, a terrorist? But in my dream, who ever he was, he was causing the mass sickness in the hospital. Why did I not get sick too? Why did I carry him back? Dreams are like that I guess. I talked earlier that day with the hypnotherapist I work with on abduction cases. She said to remember your dreams better, I should relax and focus as you fall asleep, and think about remembering your dreams. Then later write them down. It must have worked. Odd isn't it? She thinks I can contact other things out there too. gulp. What? We'll see. Steve
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2011 1:15:24 GMT -6
Wow... that's really cool that you had almost the same dream... creepy!
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Post by paulette on Feb 27, 2011 14:16:25 GMT -6
Ya never know. I guess what stands out in Steve's dream (to me) is that he was willing to put himself at risk for the greater good. I personally think that many of us are heroic at times (but not acknowledged by ourselves or others). Particularly when I talk to adults about choices they made to attempt to keep their family intact (and not report abuse) or keep a younger sibling safe (by taking the abuse) I frame these events of a choice of self-sacrifice and that whether it worked or not - it was heroic. (I make a lot of people cry in my office). (Good crying sometimes).
I hope none of us (and the extended human family "us") experience anything like this anytime soon, although the sickening of innocents has been done many many times in the histories of so-called civilized humanity. Thus blankets were collected from smallpox victims (and other diseases) and distributed to the First Nations of USA and perhaps Canada.
Jim Jones was a paranoid crazy instigator but his deteriorating mental state partially excuses or at least explains his actions. Less easy to explain was the experiment that ran for about 50 years in (I believe) Mississippi in which black men came for treatment for a disease they knew nothing about (syphilis). They were "treated" by doctors and nurses - but they were not being treated. The course of untreated syphilis was merely being documented. This resulted in their wives and children also suffering from the disease and dying early unpleasant deaths. The US was interested because they were concerned about soldiers contacting the disease in the fields of war. This program was of interest to the Germans who later devised a more mechanical and faster death dealing program to the mentally challenged, gypsies, and later the Jewish populations of Europe. This US experiment PROCEEDED the death camps and also the "medical experiments" there.
Least our shame make us turn away from such reports and miss the fact that almost any civilization can come up with this "solution" - the GIs in Vietnam who used sex workers there were intentionally infected with an antibiotic resistant strain of venereal disease which was kept very quiet once they returned. However in my twenties I met someone who had made a personal ethical decision to not have sex ever again - because barrier protection is not 100%.
I actually saw a documentary by a major TV channel some years ago that said that the USA tested a virulent flu by blowing it into the subway in San Francisco I believe. A man whose grandfather had died had dug up the information. His grandfather (and many others) had died of enfluenza.
And then there is the strange anthrax outbreak - that targeted a few people; no one was ever found responsible and then it stopped. All that WAS for sure was that it was weapons grade material from a biological facility in Russia. (They knew that by testing the dna or whatever anthrax has as its replication system). It facilitated Americans closing their borders and accepting strip searches and scans in airports. I am an American, born in America and have Canadian citizenship as well. I can't go to America without a passport. So I don't go. It just doesn't feel like a welcoming "Come on Down." I have never been charged with anything except a fender bender. Me and someone from a middle eastern country are regarded with the same fearfulness.
I've rambled a bit but induced illness is not something pulled from sci fi or Steven King. It's already happened folks. Many places including right here. I sincerely hope that me and Steve do not have further dreams about this. I've already seen volcanoes, rising water and super-storms. Enough.
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Post by skywalker on Feb 27, 2011 15:19:12 GMT -6
The "experiment" with the syphilis took place in Tuskegee, Alabama and is just one of many such illegal, unethical, immoral, and inhuman experiments conducted by our government in the interest of the "greater good." Let's not forget the radiation experiments where people were intentionally injected with lethal doses of Plutonium just to see how long it would take them to die, or the experiment in Tennessee where pregnant women were given radioactive "cocktails" to drink so the government could see how the radiation effected the unborn babies. Hearing about things like this causes me to have little faith in our government, especially when the "greater good" they refer to means themselves.
It doesn't surprise me, given our current political climate, that people would be having dreams of coming disasters or intentionally inflicted viral outbreaks, but knowing that there are barbed-wire fence enclosed concentration camps set up with railroads leading into them makes me wonder if these dreams aren't actually premonitions of things to come. I seem to recall the Jews were loaded onto trains when they were hauled off by the Nazis. Is history on the verge of repeating itself?
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Post by paulette on Mar 3, 2011 23:01:29 GMT -6
OK...new dream. I seem to be doing short film clips these days. I woke up not emotional (definitely not frightened) but in a spacey surrendering sort of mood. (Doesn't quite fit, mad, sad, glad, afraid...).
I was surfing and took off on a big wave that was too far gone - it was curling over above me. I might have had a chance but I fell and immediately dove into the wall of water in front of me. (This is correct procedure EXCEPT I was separate from my board but connected by a twelve foot rubber tether.) Yes I have a 10 foot surfboard (now no longer surfable) and yes I know how it feels and looks.
All was temporarily well and I was talking myself calm - don't panic, stay calm, stay under the wave UNTIL I saw my surf board (from underneath and underwater) that had been pulled up into the breaking curl over my head and going over the falls and into the breaking energy pit where a wave breaks. I knew I was in trouble.
Because I was going to be under for a long time and probably jerked around as I tried to break the surface. I tried to hold my breath and did until I didn't/couldn't anymore. Then I started to slowly exhale. I knew what that meant. I wasn't anywhere near air and wasn't going to be for a while - too long a while. It was an endless moment of acceptance.
I woke up (surprise!) and looked in the mirror - my eyes were bright red. I think I had had an anoxic moment - maybe due to positional apnea (no air due to my throat being closed by tongue or some other postural problem).
The gift I took away from this was - how close death is and how easy it might be (or not) to not breathe or to breathe out and not breathe in. At that moment anyway. I wonder about people who die in their sleep without waking the person next to them. My uncle died this way and so did my father. My Mom apparently died a room away from people who never heard a sound.
My husband had to die in a roomful of people (he hated it) and one of his last lucid (?) statements was, "Would somebody get me my gumboots so I can get out of here!" (he was a fisherman and wouldn't have left without his gumboots).
This has absolutely nothing to do with future predictions and everything to do with the Edge.
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Post by lois on Mar 3, 2011 23:43:25 GMT -6
Paulette, Im sure glad I never remember my dreams if they were like many of yours.. I never dream of dying in a terrible way. or having such dreams like these and many others here..
I wish I could tell u why u dream of such things.. Do you surf? I always figure it has something to do with the peson personally.. thanks for posting this.. peoples dreams on her amaze me..
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Post by paulette on Mar 3, 2011 23:55:41 GMT -6
I surfed in Texas as an early surfer - 62-70 and then again on the Canadian coast with my kids from 1988 to 2005. I had many surf boards, my last board, Raven board, individually shaped - a ten foot long extension of my being. Many experiences, euphorias and near misses. Almost drowned while boogie boarding in Hawaii in about 1984 - dragged out by a rip and held down where it was black - tether around my wrist held, boogie board dragged me to the surface. Close encounters with sharks, sea lions, seals, garbage can top sized jelly fish and both kind and narcissistic surfing nasties (not many). Son still surfs, daughter still boogie boards in warm waters. I'm too old, fat, and my board de-laminated.
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Post by lois on Mar 4, 2011 0:13:28 GMT -6
Wow, now I can see why you dream about surfing. I don't know a thing about surfing. only been on one ocean beach in my life, It was charleston south carolina. It was beautiful to see. I was in New York for awhile but never went to the ocean or statue of liberty once.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2011 2:47:46 GMT -6
I had a dream like that once last year paulette, but I wasn't surfing, I was walking along the road in the woods and was slowly succumbing to hypothermia... sounds kinda like the same sort of thing. Eventually I fell down and wanted to go to sleep... this is the final stage of hypothermia. You want to lie down and go to sleep and don't feel cold anymore... you oddly feel warm and comfortable and sleepy. This is when one will fall asleep and die...
I also have experienced hypothermia, but thankfully have never come to that final stage... I have gotten to the point of wanting to lie down and go to sleep... but then the fight or flight kicked in and I realized that stopping was the absolute WORST thing I could do... but in the dream... I didn't fight it... I let it take over me.
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Post by paulette on Mar 8, 2011 16:50:22 GMT -6
Another dream - and I've gotta say - I think I may have solved a dream problem that I've been dreaming for 30 years! First the real world back story. I graduated in 1972 with a double major of geology and English. The last two years of university I worked for various geology professors - filing, sorting, cutting rocks in the basement. Then I was (surprisingly) accepted into geology grad school. I was doing well but there were those that didn't think think that women should go into geology. (There was also probably many more who didn't think that counter-culture/hippie women should go into geology.) Nevertheless, I was there, pulling good grades until my "graduate adviser" told me I'd have to take physics and organic chemistry. Now I had already been accepted and so this wasn't true. But he said it as if it was totally true and I didn't check it out. I withdrew passing the next week, sat in the front of the geology department and cried for about another week and then moved on in my life.
So. Now the dream part. I dream I'm at the University of Texas again. I want to find the office of records or I want to sign up to finish my geology degree or I just want to go back to class. There have been various unhappy versions of this dream. This morning I dreamt that I was in a geology class and I managed to explain to the prof that I wanted to audit his course so that I could "finish" what I had started long ago. He listened and then said he thought something could be done so that I would really finish my degree. He also was willing to have me in his class and grade my papers.
Real world again - I have re-activated my interest in rocks and minerals and joined two clubs and my husband and I collect rocks together over the last 5 years. Over the last year I have offered opinions on FaceBook about rocks and such and although I am still in amateur status, I definitely have reawakened that part of my brain. I guess that's what my subconscious wanted - to be acknowledged for my interest and focus on this topic. I may never have to be in high school or university in a dream again - unless its on another planet!
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Post by skywalker on Mar 8, 2011 20:14:08 GMT -6
That's very good, Paulette. It's good that you are getting involved in something you are interested in again. I have noticed that you keep mentioning that you go rock hunting. What type of rocks do you hunt for? I'm an amature palaeontologist and I am always out looking for fossils. I started way back when I was just a little dude. I've got thousands of them now.
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Post by paulette on Mar 9, 2011 10:50:34 GMT -6
Skywalker I pmed you - details about rocks, figured for a lot of people a rock is a rock is a rock. PS. Today went somewhere (in my dreams) where someone had a mineral claim - crystals. I could see them but couldn't collect any (that happens a lot to rockies these days - after all one is either on private property or public land that can be claimed). Here we don't have anything worth fighting over so very few claims except placer gold.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2011 16:15:15 GMT -6
All I remember from Earth Science in high school is some rocks are Igneus(volcanic), Metamorphic, and Sedementary... and Sulfur smells funny.
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Post by paulette on Mar 9, 2011 19:25:35 GMT -6
Not bad remembering - now if you can sort various rocks into the three piles you are at graduate level geology. And if you smell sulfur while you are out hiking or before you jump into the hot springs - be thoughtful!!!
I was in Hawaii in 1984 on Kilawaia and there was a field with grass - but most of the grass was actually little orchards (this is real, not a dream). I noticed that there were holes in the ground with steam coming out. I thought that was a pretty dicey place to let tourists walk around. The rest of the time there I kept dreaming about eruptions and lava. Since there was a huge relatively fresh lava field between me and the airport, I took a personal interest in possible volcanic activities.
It started seriously two weeks after I left. I watched news footage of houses we had driven by catching fire and burning immediately when the aa lava got to them. The roads we had driven on were covered in lava.
I will also say that there were offerings left on the lip of the big crater - tobacco, an alcohol bottle, flowers. No one was messing with these items. The Hawaiians are more in touch with Pele (volcano goddess with flaming hair) and the geologic processes there than we are. Alaska is active (ring of fire), Yellowstone could go anytime and it will be a super volcanic system - massive eruption that might put all of North America into volcanic cloud winter for years. Sulfur - good smell to remember.
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