I thought that was the end of my experiences ( Lifetime of Paranormal Experiences ), but looking at the dreams section, I have remembered some more I want to share with you. I have always had very vivid dreams, some, not necessarily all coming true, but all seem to have symbolic importance in the coming days, weeks, or even sometimes years. I more often than not have deja vu experiences even if I haven�t ever:
a) done this before
b) seen places or people before or
c) really ever thought about these things when I am conscious. I haven�t really wanted to tell people about them as most people I worry that people will think I am quite mad.
Prophetic dream/ Out of Body experience: Puss in Boots and Australia
This was round about the time that I came to understand that I had a gift of some form, if only you could call it a gift, it still does not make much sense to me. This happened around 1994.
This dream began at the entrance of a shopping area somewhere I had never been to before. I started going up an escalator when my cat appeared and we had a conversation, needless to say I wasn�t at all phased by the fact that my cat was:
a) walking upright
b) that he was talking to me
c) that he was dressed in a puss in boots costume, complete with pirate red boots and
d) that he was actually out and about with me rather than in our house.
He was riding the handhold and telling me to look around me and remember as much detail as possible. Obviously I took as much of it in and thanked him. Then I woke up, and that was that I thought. Until we went to Australia for the first time about six months later with my family. Sure enough we rocked up to this shopping mall, I think it may have been in Brisbane, when sure enough, I had that de je vu feeling and I looked around at the layout, the escalators, and shops around me and knew I had been here before when I remembered my dream. I said to them �Hey I�ve been here before� and as would be expected, they just looked at me like I am mad.
Reoccurring prophetic dreams:
I have these re-occurring dreams. I never really understood the importance of them until about eight years ago. These dreams differ slightly, and I still cannot figure out what it all means except I have come to understand them as my unconscious giving me the heads-up about something rather major, and bad coming my way.
It always starts at school. These dreams are so vivid even though I haven�t been to those places for over 12 years ago at least. What is weird is it is always an amalgamation of all the different schools I have been to, so I recognize them but can�t differentiate at the time which place it is, either of the three of the four secondary schools I attended. There is always a fear of being caught out, and of being watched, but in my dreams I seem not to care too much about this.
As I said, it starts at school, I am wandering around the various places, the corridors, rooms I used to frequent, the swimming pool, these are different each dream, but am always drawn to the girls changing rooms. Then I find myself in them and looking for something, be it money or goods to take of value, so to my horror I am looking in bags, and coats left there.
In my dream I am worried about being spotted by someone, but never get caught. Then I wake up, and know something is going to happen in the next few weeks. I wish I knew more about the subject. The amount of trouble I end up in the real world depends on the quantity and goods which I end up pilfering. When these dreams happen I know something is amiss and keep my eyes peeled. They have never been wrong before. If anyone could give me some insight, that would be fab.
I don�t know yet again what the importance was apart from to make me aware of my ability.
Prophetic dream: Meeting people before I meet them
This has happened on many occasions to me, I thought before that maybe these people are supposed to be important to me in some way, but that is not necessarily the case. These do not come under the title of re-occurring dreams, but happen regularly enough to me.
The first time that happened, and I told this guy I had never met before until he joined my class in the before mentioned secondary schools that I had seen him in a dream, of which I did, how often do you dream about a beautiful Canadian guy who you had never met before and have him appear for real? He did the quintessential, “sorry, I have no idea who you are you mad woman” look at me, and I never really figured out his significance.
The other noteworthy situation being, I dreamed about this girl in my dream, with red hair, and a black velvet cloak on, chanting spells when I was in the first year of university. Then I thought nothing more about it until I moved into another student digs in Uttoxeter new road, Derby, when lo and behold, guess who strolled in as a housemate, no one other than the girl I saw in my dream.
When she was settled in and we got to know each other better, I told her about my dream about her, and she told me that she was a Wiccan and did indeed own a black velvet cloak, and practiced magic, and spells. Weird but brilliant. So we are still in contact, but yet again, the importance of that moment, I have very little idea.
Prophetic dream: The haunted house
So this also happened just before I finished university in Derby I think. It was just before my ex boyfriend and I broke up. The importance of this dream is one that I have been able to break it down and understand it in its composite parts.
So both of us were walking around this dark wood, and I was taking all that I had learned from watching horror movies into mind and was very careful of not wandering off on my own, made sure I had a weapon in hand in case anything happened. We eventually came to this clearing, where this ominous house stood at the end of this garden.
However, I needed the bathroom, and even though we knew it was a haunted house, I was not one of those people that would go to the loo in a haunted forest. So we walked in, and there were people there, thankfully, none looking like psychopaths or zombies strangely enough they were people we knew too. There was a feeling of dread and sadness throughout the house though and refused to go anywhere by myself.
We are directed to the bathroom, which was at the end of this corridor, he decided to sit and chat to people whilst I did my business. So I started walking but the corridor was like the one from Poltergeist. It just kept getting further and further away, until I had to break into a run, desperately needing to go, and leave this house as soon as possible. I eventually made it, and threw the door open, and did what I needed to do.
Then I woke up, and realized that I still needed to go. So I ran for the loo. Luckily I had the foresight to write this dream down once I had gotten back to bed, and knew, that we were doomed. The haunted house was a reflection of our relationship, being hounded by our mutual bad doings, and that the end was nigh, it was just a matter of time. And so it was.
Finally, before I finish another of my epic story telling sessions, I have one more prophetic experience to share with you, but not one from my dreams. It is to do with my pet dog.
Her name was Sophie; she was lovely, with her white and black patch over her eye and black patch on her back. She was only like six months older than me, and had been with our family for her sixteen years. She was the loveliest sweetest dog in the world, apart from having a penchant for biting socks, eating tissues and rubber bands (she loved them I don�t know why, it may have been the texture) and attacking the Hoover.
She was suffering from basically her insides giving in, she had serious kidney problems and she couldn�t walk very well because of arthritis in her back legs, and because she couldn�t help herself any more she was kept outside. So one evening when our parents were out, my sister and I were playing with her in the garden, and I had this weird feeling come over me. I seem to be able to predict death unfortunately amongst other things.
I turned to my sister, when I saw this shadow fall on our Sophie that looked like a cross, said �She�s going to die tomorrow�. She didn�t believe me being much younger than me, but sure enough after a hard day at school, I was only fourteen or so at the time, we came back, and our parents were in pieces, and I knew it had happened.
They had to take her down to the vet and have her put down as it was too cruel to keep her suffering like that. I have never seen my Daddy in pieces like that, but because I was strengthened by my fore-knowledge I supported him in his time of need. My poor Mi-Ming, who I mentioned in the Puss and boots story, was distraught as she had basically brought him up from when we adopted him as a very small kitten.
On a happier note, I had a dream after this terrible day, whereby I was watching my crazy dog run from the front of the house, in and up the stairs with much zest and energy like she would have had as a much younger dog, running up to our level of the house looking like she was having the time of her life, back and forth giving little yips of happiness grinning in her quintessentially silly Sophie way.
As because of her health problems, and her incontinence she was not allowed in except for very cold weather. I think this was her way of saying she was free and happy at last, and I knew she was in peace. She does still come and visit us occasionally, when we walk by the front of the house, and you can, still after all these years, smell her and we know she is still looking out for us.
I keep meaning to write a dream diary, I will do that this year, as these dreams seem to be too important to miss.
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