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WhoaitsZ · 08-04-2003, 11:09 PM

This I do in hopes of making fellow true believers feel okay to stand up and say that, without doubt but open mided, we know “something is going on somehow, somewhere”.

On this thread I ask kindly to not so much debate, but ask general questions or share. Disbelief is fine and all. But it has saddened me that I see so many posts that basically says ‘you’re a flake’.

Maybe my brain is different and I perceive differently. We are all unique.

I would like to see at least a few posts without a semi-flame to those who do believe.

I intend to share my prophetic visions with you.

Ps: I know we feel weird if something does happen. I understand that many things happen that we think is supernatural but is not. But speak up.

Me and my mother have always been cursed with prophetic dreams. I do not mean the ‘I dreamt I was in Wal-Mart and saw myself buy Fritos’ type dream but extreme dreaming with details.

I’ve had roughly 30 of these dreams and when I was 12ish I prayed for god to close my eyes. I was under too much pressure. For years I quit the dreaming. Then I opened the floodgate again (I forget why).

By far the most extreme and disturbing one I’ve had is still burned into memory. It happened 15 years ago.

I dreamt of a house with a pool and several boys playing. I knew every single person there.

Danny was 23 or so and he had invited any kid from anywhere to come swim and have fun; he worried that someone would get in the wrong crowd. He was a great guy. He’d drive into the projects like no problemo. And its not racist like it may sound. Just trust me. It was a rough neighborhood.

In the dreams I saw two young black boys playing. I knew them, met them two or three times at church. Friendly kids.

Oh yeah. The house wasn’t Danny’s. he was house sitting.

I watched the kids…. I wasn’t there there. Like. I was an observer.

I heard one of the younger black boys say something he jumped into the pool. God, I can see this right now clear as a video the scene changed into a powerful metaphor. A grassy plain, two huge rams ran at each other full speed and hit heads. There was.. blood. Everywhere. Everywhere.

The sceene went back to the kids. Blood was every. My sceenary changed.

I was in a car with family on our way into the church parking lot when I saw Mark’s red truck. He stoped and told us one of the young brothers died. The young one dove in and slamed his head into his brother. I forget which, but one died almost instantly. Sceene changed.

Pastor Ford was speaking. I forgot the colors now but I remembered the details down to the exact pattern tie and socks. He gave a short speech. I woke up…..

I told my family of it some, ad my best friend, Quo8 here, in detail.

A few days later we were pulling into the church parking lot when I saw Mark’s truck……

Everything was identical. The clothes, mark, and all and also I had no idea Danny was houses sitting.

That day on I’ve been frightened of dreams.

This is my prize example….. I have many more, mostly portraying when I would be hospitalized, why, where, and by who.

Its never been wrong,

I shared this which could easily deem me crazy. But it is pure fact.

Anyone else?

wario · 08-04-2003, 11:22 PM

That's a pretty amazing story. Ever had any prophetic dreams that you were able to prevent? Otherwise, that'd be a pretty horrible power, to just see bad things before they happen, but not be able to stop them.

Johnny Rotten · 08-05-2003, 12:10 AM

Here's something I wrote in a journal of mine...

Every once in a while I get a flash, kind of like deja vu. I find myself in a situation I remember being in before. The thing is, I remember having seen it in a dream, very vaguely, rather than having been there before. Today I was opening a box of magazines in my office. Angles, colors, objects seemed to resolve into a mental picture I suddenly remembered seeing vividly, in my sleep. What to make of it? Is it only my imagination? Are these scenes only sufficiently similar to fool my brain into the illusion of a temporal echo?

I guess I should give some more context.

Warning: long story ahead.

Back in high school, I had a very bad dream one night. There was a Bible before me, its pages flipping on their own, more and more rapidly, the book seeming to age before my eyes as well, with an increasing red glow everywhere. I felt a presence of evil which persisted after I woke up, very briefly, but very, very strongly. A trick of the mind, very possibly, but nevertheless very frightening for a non-church-goer and, at the time, an agnostic. It was a rude awakening, literally. I sat frozen, half-up out of bed, my eyes as wide as saucers, afraid even to move. And although I was agnostic, I had a crucifix on my bedstand. More because I have an active imagination rather than because I was necessary religious or a follower of Christianity.

Once I gathered up enough courage, I grabbed the crucifix and held it to my chest and prayed to God. Tears streaming down my face, I said that I wished someone could be there with me right then. Specifically, a girl I had a ridiculous infatuation with but had nevertheless created a kind of bond that was more than casual friendship and less than attraction (on her part, natch). I prayed that she could be with me right then, to comfort me. Platonically, in case you were wondering. I stayed curled around that crucifix, hidden under my blankets, until dawn began to peek over the hills. I felt relatively safe at that point, safe enough to steal some sleep back.

So late in the morning, after I'd woken up and had breakfast, she called me. This was not unusual. What was unusual was her reaction to my story. She was incredulous. In a creeped-out kind of way. This is what she told me:

She had a dream that she was driving in the area around my house and had the sudden urge to go and see me. When she got there, she found me sitting on the floor, looking very concerned. She asked me what was up, and I told her "I had a bad dream." She stayed with me and comforted me. She said we read some comic books together, as I recall.

Then there was the time my brother had to go to the hospital because of a sports-related head injury. I was very scared that he wasn't going to be okay and prayed fervently to God that he would be okay. He returned later that night, seemingly without any of the problems he'd left with, and has been fine since then. I asked my Dad what happened, and he said my brother just seemed to come out of it at around 9 PM. The same time I made my prayer.

Coincidence? The Hand of God? Depends on who you ask, I guess. To make a long story short, I've had what appears to be a few brushes with some mysterious occurences, and wonder if these occasional dream deja vu flashes are more than the brain crossing some wires.

Whatever the case, the deja vu thing always brings me a sense that I'm on the right track, as in, "Man, I dreamed this long ago, and here I am, living it. That must be a good sign."

WhoaitsZ · 08-05-2003, 09:11 AM

wario, I honestly have never tried to change anything and have a major gut feeling that doing so, even just telling someone to be wary, feels wrong. gut feeling i cannot describe well.

also, most of the ones that do come true happen when I least expect it.

lurkette · 08-05-2003, 10:14 AM

I believe you, Z, and a big splooshy *pththbhbtht* to the people who think you and others with abilities like yours are flaky.

I need the poster from Mulder's office: "I want to believe." Half the time I believe in the "supernatural," the other half of the time I feel like I should be more skeptical and that I'm only believing what I want to believe because it makes me feel better. It's reassuring to hear evidence, and to hear peoples' first-hand stories.

The closest I've gotten to anything like what you describe is the day my brother died. I'd been agonizing for days as he hovered between life and death, about what he would want, and how long we should let things go before we made a decision to pull life support. I'd told him we'd be okay with whatever he chose, and asked him for a sign. That night I had a dream. I can't remember what it was, now, I only know that he spoke to me and when I woke up I knew he had made his choice and felt very strongly that we had to let him go. About 20 minutes later the hospital called to say he was coding and we should get there right now. I went in and held his hand and told him it was okay to go. And then he died.

Since then my sister has heard him a few times. Right after he died she heard his voice very clearly shouting "I'm OKAY!" When my mother had surgery a month later, he spoke to her in the waiting room and said he was worried about mom, and that he wasn't talking to me yet because I wasn't ready (I had written him a note on my blog saying I wish he'd talk to me). When we were trying to figure out what he'd want regarding a lawsuit against the driver who hit him, my sister and I both meditated together and almost immediately we heard "don't do it." Just that.

I know several people who are blessed/cursed with the ability to see beyond physical reality, and while I wish I was one of them I can see how hard it is for them, both in terms of either being disbelieved/ridiculed, or hiding part of themselves, and in terms of marshalling their own emotions around others.

lurkette · 08-06-2003, 07:59 AM

Where are all the believers?

wario · 08-06-2003, 09:44 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by lurkette
I believe you, Z, and a big splooshy *pththbhbtht* to the people who think you and others with abilities like yours are flaky.

Um, since I'm the only one that's posted on this thread without a story of my own, I'm thinking maybe the *pththtbhbth* was targeted at me. Let me clarify. When I said it was an amazing story, I meant amazing like "wow" not amazing like "totally out there and unbelievable." I do believe these stories, even though I haven't had any similar experiences myself. Think I'm just not tuned to the right wavelength.
And the dream story, Johnny, that was just eerie. You say you were agnostic at the time. Did the events have any effects on your beliefs? Just curious.

lurkette · 08-06-2003, 10:08 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by wario
Um, since I'm the only one that's posted on this thread without a story of my own, I'm thinking maybe the *pththtbhbth* was targeted at me.

Nonono, it wasn't aimed at you. It was aimed at the folks who, in other threads on the paranoia board, had mocked/flamed people (Z) who told their stories or expressed belief in the supernatural. No pththtbhthtt for you!

08-04-2003, 11:09 PM	#1 (permalink)
WhoaitsZ Crazy Location: right behind you...	a serious pro believer thread This I do in hopes of making fellow true believers feel okay to stand up and say that, without doubt but open mided, we know “something is going on somehow, somewhere”. On this thread I ask kindly to not so much debate, but ask general questions or share. Disbelief is fine and all. But it has saddened me that I see so many posts that basically says ‘you’re a flake’. Maybe my brain is different and I perceive differently. We are all unique. I would like to see at least a few posts without a semi-flame to those who do believe. I intend to share my prophetic visions with you. Ps: I know we feel weird if something does happen. I understand that many things happen that we think is supernatural but is not. But speak up. Me and my mother have always been cursed with prophetic dreams. I do not mean the ‘I dreamt I was in Wal-Mart and saw myself buy Fritos’ type dream but extreme dreaming with details. I’ve had roughly 30 of these dreams and when I was 12ish I prayed for god to close my eyes. I was under too much pressure. For years I quit the dreaming. Then I opened the floodgate again (I forget why). By far the most extreme and disturbing one I’ve had is still burned into memory. It happened 15 years ago. I dreamt of a house with a pool and several boys playing. I knew every single person there. Danny was 23 or so and he had invited any kid from anywhere to come swim and have fun; he worried that someone would get in the wrong crowd. He was a great guy. He’d drive into the projects like no problemo. And its not racist like it may sound. Just trust me. It was a rough neighborhood. In the dreams I saw two young black boys playing. I knew them, met them two or three times at church. Friendly kids. Oh yeah. The house wasn’t Danny’s. he was house sitting. I watched the kids…. I wasn’t there there. Like. I was an observer. I heard one of the younger black boys say something he jumped into the pool. God, I can see this right now clear as a video the scene changed into a powerful metaphor. A grassy plain, two huge rams ran at each other full speed and hit heads. There was.. blood. Everywhere. Everywhere. The sceene went back to the kids. Blood was every. My sceenary changed. I was in a car with family on our way into the church parking lot when I saw Mark’s red truck. He stoped and told us one of the young brothers died. The young one dove in and slamed his head into his brother. I forget which, but one died almost instantly. Sceene changed. Pastor Ford was speaking. I forgot the colors now but I remembered the details down to the exact pattern tie and socks. He gave a short speech. I woke up….. I told my family of it some, ad my best friend, Quo8 here, in detail. A few days later we were pulling into the church parking lot when I saw Mark’s truck…… Everything was identical. The clothes, mark, and all and also I had no idea Danny was houses sitting. That day on I’ve been frightened of dreams. This is my prize example….. I have many more, mostly portraying when I would be hospitalized, why, where, and by who. Its never been wrong, I shared this which could easily deem me crazy. But it is pure fact. Anyone else?

08-05-2003, 12:10 AM	#3 (permalink)
Johnny Rotten lost and found Location: Berkeley	Here's something I wrote in a journal of mine... Every once in a while I get a flash, kind of like deja vu. I find myself in a situation I remember being in before. The thing is, I remember having seen it in a dream, very vaguely, rather than having been there before. Today I was opening a box of magazines in my office. Angles, colors, objects seemed to resolve into a mental picture I suddenly remembered seeing vividly, in my sleep. What to make of it? Is it only my imagination? Are these scenes only sufficiently similar to fool my brain into the illusion of a temporal echo? I guess I should give some more context. Warning: long story ahead. Back in high school, I had a very bad dream one night. There was a Bible before me, its pages flipping on their own, more and more rapidly, the book seeming to age before my eyes as well, with an increasing red glow everywhere. I felt a presence of evil which persisted after I woke up, very briefly, but very, very strongly. A trick of the mind, very possibly, but nevertheless very frightening for a non-church-goer and, at the time, an agnostic. It was a rude awakening, literally. I sat frozen, half-up out of bed, my eyes as wide as saucers, afraid even to move. And although I was agnostic, I had a crucifix on my bedstand. More because I have an active imagination rather than because I was necessary religious or a follower of Christianity. Once I gathered up enough courage, I grabbed the crucifix and held it to my chest and prayed to God. Tears streaming down my face, I said that I wished someone could be there with me right then. Specifically, a girl I had a ridiculous infatuation with but had nevertheless created a kind of bond that was more than casual friendship and less than attraction (on her part, natch). I prayed that she could be with me right then, to comfort me. Platonically, in case you were wondering. I stayed curled around that crucifix, hidden under my blankets, until dawn began to peek over the hills. I felt relatively safe at that point, safe enough to steal some sleep back. So late in the morning, after I'd woken up and had breakfast, she called me. This was not unusual. What was unusual was her reaction to my story. She was incredulous. In a creeped-out kind of way. This is what she told me: She had a dream that she was driving in the area around my house and had the sudden urge to go and see me. When she got there, she found me sitting on the floor, looking very concerned. She asked me what was up, and I told her "I had a bad dream." She stayed with me and comforted me. She said we read some comic books together, as I recall. Then there was the time my brother had to go to the hospital because of a sports-related head injury. I was very scared that he wasn't going to be okay and prayed fervently to God that he would be okay. He returned later that night, seemingly without any of the problems he'd left with, and has been fine since then. I asked my Dad what happened, and he said my brother just seemed to come out of it at around 9 PM. The same time I made my prayer. Coincidence? The Hand of God? Depends on who you ask, I guess. To make a long story short, I've had what appears to be a few brushes with some mysterious occurences, and wonder if these occasional dream deja vu flashes are more than the brain crossing some wires. Whatever the case, the deja vu thing always brings me a sense that I'm on the right track, as in, "Man, I dreamed this long ago, and here I am, living it. That must be a good sign." __________________ "The idea that money doesn't buy you happiness is a lie put about by the rich, to stop the poor from killing them." -- Michael Caine

08-05-2003, 10:14 AM	#5 (permalink)
lurkette My future is coming on Moderator Emeritus Location: east of the sun and west of the moon	I believe you, Z, and a big splooshy pththbhbtht to the people who think you and others with abilities like yours are flaky. I need the poster from Mulder's office: "I want to believe." Half the time I believe in the "supernatural," the other half of the time I feel like I should be more skeptical and that I'm only believing what I want to believe because it makes me feel better. It's reassuring to hear evidence, and to hear peoples' first-hand stories. The closest I've gotten to anything like what you describe is the day my brother died. I'd been agonizing for days as he hovered between life and death, about what he would want, and how long we should let things go before we made a decision to pull life support. I'd told him we'd be okay with whatever he chose, and asked him for a sign. That night I had a dream. I can't remember what it was, now, I only know that he spoke to me and when I woke up I knew he had made his choice and felt very strongly that we had to let him go. About 20 minutes later the hospital called to say he was coding and we should get there right now. I went in and held his hand and told him it was okay to go. And then he died. Since then my sister has heard him a few times. Right after he died she heard his voice very clearly shouting "I'm OKAY!" When my mother had surgery a month later, he spoke to her in the waiting room and said he was worried about mom, and that he wasn't talking to me yet because I wasn't ready (I had written him a note on my blog saying I wish he'd talk to me). When we were trying to figure out what he'd want regarding a lawsuit against the driver who hit him, my sister and I both meditated together and almost immediately we heard "don't do it." Just that. I know several people who are blessed/cursed with the ability to see beyond physical reality, and while I wish I was one of them I can see how hard it is for them, both in terms of either being disbelieved/ridiculed, or hiding part of themselves, and in terms of marshalling their own emotions around others. __________________ "If ten million people believe a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing." - Anatole France

08-06-2003, 07:59 AM	#6 (permalink)
lurkette My future is coming on Moderator Emeritus Location: east of the sun and west of the moon	Where are all the believers? __________________ "If ten million people believe a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing." - Anatole France

08-04-2003, 11:22 PM	#2 (permalink)
wario Insane	That's a pretty amazing story. Ever had any prophetic dreams that you were able to prevent? Otherwise, that'd be a pretty horrible power, to just see bad things before they happen, but not be able to stop them.

08-05-2003, 09:11 AM	#4 (permalink)
WhoaitsZ Crazy Location: right behind you...	wario, I honestly have never tried to change anything and have a major gut feeling that doing so, even just telling someone to be wary, feels wrong. gut feeling i cannot describe well. also, most of the ones that do come true happen when I least expect it.