Hi, my name is Livie and I live in Brisbane, Australia. I have many ghost stories that have happened to me personally, however I would like to share one that occurred around three years ago, and one that I believe is very significant from all that I have witnessed.
The majority of experiences occur in my sleep, and it has gotten to the stage that I now know the difference between a normal dream and a ‘surreal’ dream. This particular night I went to bed like any other night, and it was in my dreams that I met two men somewhere in a green park. I walked up to them and sat down on the grass, where they fell silent and studied me. This happened for a little while, and then one of them nodded his head slightly and disappeared.
The other, all of a sudden, was sitting in front of me, and, while still studying me, he began to tell me of his life. He told me that, like he did, I had a lot of hard work ahead of me, and that I was never to consider quitting. Throughout this conversation, it seemed like he was looking down at me, like he was rising above me. He then mumbled something, and I looked extra hard at him while asking him to repeat himself.
This is when I realized that my eyes were open, he was sitting cross-legged on the bed right next to me (I have a queen sized bed) looking down at me whilst still speaking (mumbling). I could see his reflection in the mirror on my cabinet on the other side of him, and this was when I realized I was no longer asleep.
The greenness of the park had vanished, and he was now surrounded by the darkness of my room.� He had a faint glow,and he was very life-like. I tried to look at him closer still, and it was then that he turned his head away from me so that I couldn’t see his face. He sighed, and then I was by myself, as he had disappeared.
Unlike those other experiences I have had, I was never once afraid. I did feel slightly weirded out, but I just rolled over and concentrated on sleeping. I believe he could have been lonely or something and needed someone to talk to. But then again, if there is a next time, I hope he stays in my head and keeps out of my reality.
Sent in by Livie Powell, Copyright 2009