Paranormal experiences & Dreams
POSTED BY: piratejenny
UPDATED: Thursday, September 1, 2005 22:52
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I've heard the voice twice, but once it was SO inconsequential, it was a shame. I was analyzing a sample, and I knew, knew it was going to be abnormal. It was like St Paul's falling from his horse in a stream of light listening to the voice of God on the road to Damascus. I went around trying to get bets on it but no none would. I could have cleaned-up.
The other time, I was worried sick over a young family member who was seriously ill, and getting worse. I was walking down the sidewalk and I heard the voice coming from over my head in a stream of light, saying (not quite in words) 'she's all right', and it was so convincing, I was able to relax. And for that day, she was remarkably well.
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SigmaNunki,
I saw a show called something like "A Theory of Everything" about string theory. I was wondering, if in our normal 4 dimensions, there are constant phase and spatial relationships in things (EM waves, with direction of propagation and E and M all orthogonal, and E and M at 90 deg phase difference, for example) is there any indication that strings that makes up things in the other dimensions have similar phase relationships? Or is this a silly question? Just wondering.
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HKCavalier, SignyM, SigmaNunki, and Everyone:
A heartfelt Best Holidays to all.
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@rue:
And a heartfelt best holidays back to yourself, HKCavalier, SignyM and everyone else as well 
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"Canada being mad at you is like Mr. Rogers throwing a brick through your window." -Jon Stewart, The Daily Show
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Wow, long post. I guess I'll throw in my two cents.
Probably the most real, and disturbing, dream I’ve had was when I was about 13. I dreamt that I was a woman with long red-blonde hair walking next to a pond just after dark. I heard a horse coming, trotting, toward me. When I looked up the horse and rider where there. The rider must have struck me with something because I fell down, partially in the water. The horse rode away and didn't stop. I remember that I was laying on my back, into the water up to about my ears. My hand was near my head floating in the water. Then the water froze as then night wore on and I lay in the water dying with no one to pull me out. I remember feeling ice crystals form around my fingers. From the time it took me to fall into the pond to the time that it froze took a couple of hours, but it only felt like a few seconds. I woke up after that because I wasn't breathing. That dream has stuck with me pretty good.
I also have dreams where the world ends. Like nuclear holocaust or something. Once I dreamt that I saw the sun rip in half.
The most spiritual dreams I’ve had were the ones where I see dead people that I knew. The first time I remember this happening was when a kid down my street died in a car accident. We really didn't like each other, and I kind of felt bad when he died because of that. A few days later, I was dreaming and I saw him. Everything was blue, even me and him. He was just standing there. There was a small pool of water between us, also blue and calm. We kind of just stood there for a minute looking at each other. And that was it. After that I had no doubt in my mind that wherever he was he had no bad feelings about me, nor had I for him. I have seen a couple of dead people like that, same place, color and pool of water separating us.
That's about all for me. I enjoy reading your stories and am glad that there is a forum where people can post these kinds of things for other open minded people to read.
"I am Jack's complete lack of surprise." - Narrator
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SignyM
Quote:OK, I got this in the right place now. To put these in context, I dreamed the first when I was 8 or 9, the last when I was 12 or 13. And while I am reasonably certain they came from my mind, they were different from most dreams in that they were not concerned with recent events; and they were things I could never have thought by intention. I did and do look to these dreams for answers to issues as if they were from another source than myself.
When I was pre-teen to early teen I used to dream poems, parables and chants. Here are a few examples:
(the picture is the world in space, the voice is a woman's gentle voice with the depth of the voice you hear in your head)
Spin yourself some magic
That you can call your own.
Spin yourself a dream,
And the world can spin alone.
(the picture is an arid, rocky sun-drenched Middle-East setting, the voice is a medium-register neutral man's voice)
A man looked upon the world and its various ways, and became confused.
He asked his god - what way am I to follow that's good?
And his god asked him - do you till your field? The man answered - yes.
And his god asked him - do you know your field? And the man answered - yes.
Then his god said - I say to you, you do not know your field. You must go into your field and turn stones, until you know the shape snd shuttle of each stone.
And the man was content from that day.
(the picture is a ridge top with some dead grasses and a bent, twisted evergreen with snow blowing on it, and a dreary sky; the chanting voice is that of an old, old woman)
Snow blows over the hill,
Wind hits cold against my back.
Long as it's winter, I won't look back.
Oh mercy me -
the Joshua tree.
My days be gone,
My friends be dead.
Wrinkled, dry, without a tear.
Here I am, and I won't look back,
Oh lonesome me -
The Joshua tree.
Wind blows over the hill,
Snow hits cold gainst my back,
I don't see far,
But I won't look back.
Oh mercy me -
The Joshua tree.
And now SignyM, it's your turn ....
Nearly everything I know I learned by the grace of others.
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I remember no dreams almost ever. Most people think thats pretty wierd especially since I apparently dream a lot and vividly. Being a heathen pagan 
and chaos magician, I have had pretty much every other wierd experience you can think of. I have know things I shouldn't be able to with tarot cards. Visions. I have been a psychic healer with effects on non-believers. I had a ghost for a friend for a while. Her name was Emily and her favorite tricks included making milk and cream curdle in an instant, making soda and beer go flat suddenly, making lights flicker, etc. Any hack could do it at home (see Houdini's late career), but at a restauraunt? Blah blah blah. I could go on for days, but choose to show mercy.
Hail Eris! All Hail Discordia!
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Here's one dream- It's a pretty straightforward parable as a scifi story.
The dream began (as many scifi stories do) with a person being thawed some time in the future. He wakes up in a village which (among other marvels) has "oragnic" houses: bubble-like semisynthetic oragnisms that actively adjust light, heat, and moisture to the preference of the resident. (sleeping platforms absorb sweat and skin flakes, the "toilet" directs nourishment down to the roots etc.) Villages are calm and people are happy.
A cultural event expresses one of their basic tenets, and the event is a dance/performance art competition between temporary teams called a sanyagoing. The sanygoing is invoked on an occasional basis when people feel the need for reconnection... society being like a dance... but the characteristic feature is that anyone who volunteers for any team must be accepted. The winner is the team that makes the best use of all of its members in the short (several day) preparation available.
Three dances occur in the competition which occurs in the time-frame of the story. The first is rousing and muscular: men and women step through a vigorous line-dance, tossing their partners into the air and twirling in an intricate pattern while children clap the beat and the eldery chant and play drums. The audience claps and stomps in time, adding intricacy to the beat, changing rhythm with the dance. The audience as well as the dancers are flushed and smiling at the end.
The second ocurs at dusk. While singing children thread their way through the audience with lit candles, and some elderly people scatter perfumed flowers among the crowd, an on-stage chorus sings a multi-part hymn. When the last of the scent and music has drifted up into the glowing evening sky, everyone is filled with a feeling of peace.
The third performance doesn't begin well. There are two unequal groups semi-organized on-stage, and a scattering of confused-looking individuals. The first group begins to dance, the second joins in a bit late, the first group stops and looks at the second group before sending over a member to explain how things are supposed to go. The audience murmurs while people on-stage rearrange themselves and some of the children are sent off to the side. They start again- another false start, and this time there is disagreement on-stage between the two groups. While they discuss, the audience shifts around and murmurs even more loudly. Then a small group tries to take matters into their own hands by bossing everyone around, while EVERYONE is looking nervously at the audience. The audience begins to chuckle. As the group slowly devolves among contending factions on-stage, the audience laughs louder and louder. Finally, the stage is empty and the audience is laughing uproariously.
They won the compeition, but our atavist doesn't "get it".
And then I woke up....
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Well, aren't we the little anarchy demon...?
I fly in my dreams Chrisisall
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