Quote:
Originally Posted by DrummerDeanna
That is pretty spooky!
I dream in color as well - and sometime they are SO vivid that I also wake up feeling as though I've just gone through what I've dreamed. Usually I don't mind that - lately I do.
If I had your dreams I would absolutely mind that. How horrid to basically re-live life's horrors in dreams...guess they're not enjoyable for everyone.
|
The following is true...Wished my Mom was here because it always made her wonder about the way I perceive vibes in life and why I sense the things I can.
Back in 1986 my Mother lost her job after 12 years of slaving away at a industrial laundry facility in Muskogee, OK (She missed a total of 5 days in 12 years, A feat that is quite impressive considering the temps were a constant 120-140 degrees daily and she had to move carts full of linen weighing around 1000lbs.) when she could not return to work after recovery from a surgery took longer than expected (The injury was our family carwreck on Oct.22,1977 that killed my Father).
The owner of her employer wanted her back to work due to her strong work ethnic, but since her recovery went longer than expected she was fired. The day my Mom was fired I remember her mentioning "I wish Mr.Hill would die, I really would." I looked at my Mom and told her "he will, tonight he will die." Why I said that, who knows, maybe I was being a smartass/jester trying to humor my "on the warpath" Mother to calm her down but I felt something.
Imagine the shock my Mother had the next morning when she read in the Phoenix (The Muskogee newspaper) that Mr.Hill had died of a heart-attack that same night I mentioned his demise. My Mom freaked out and would not talk to me for a couple of days, She wondered how I knew this was to unfold...But as before on a cloudy Saturday in Oct.1977 (The 22nd) I just sensed something was going to happen and said what I felt.
I, As had my 2 older brothers and Mom also sensed something dreadful was going to happen that Saturday Oct.22 on our trip to Arkansas. We tried to convince Dad that we shouldnt make the trip since we felt something bad would happen, he blew us off and we proceeded on that f**king trip...To only have it end 26 miles from our home when some drunken driver in a truck, towing a boat, swerved into our lane and hit us head on, thus 'effing' my family forevermore.
The sensing of dread doesnt end there, I sensed again on Oct.19,1989 (Think about it-My family has had deaths on Oct.18-19-22 and my brother's birthday is Oct.21!!! Superstitious, ya betcha ass! I fear Oct.20th!!!!) after talking to my 2 cousins that afternoon with Mom in tow. I remember telling Mom something was going to happen because I had that nervous anxiety feeling again, to which she didnt really give much a concern.
The next day, again in the Phoenix newspaper, was a picture of the aftermath of a very bad carwreck on York Street that occurred when a drunken driver, trying to outrun the police plowed into a innocent motorist who was on her way to make a bank deposit for her employer Arby's.
This motorist, her co-worker and younger brother died instantly from the impact and their car ran into the local employment agency building (The drunken driver died at the scene as well, His passenger suffered a broken back/spine when the 90+MPH impact threw him through his passenger seat into the back seat of the 1977 Camaro as they hit the 1989 Hundyai)...Yeah, the female driver and her younger brother were my cousins Wendy & Wendell.
My Mom just looked at me weirdly (If that is a word) and just said "You knew...". She was spooked about that sense of dread I have, and figure if I sense something bad is going to happen then to watch the hell out.
Sadly, I never sensed any thing would happen when she went into surgery on March 7,2005. I talked to her later that evening and for the final time ever on March 9,2005-Three days before her birthday (She mentioned to me "I think I'm gonna die", to which I replied "No yer not-yer too f**king mean to die" to humor her).
Mom called my older brother Geary (His birthday is Oct.21st-Dad who was and forever will be Geary Sr. died Oct.22nd), my older sister Lesa (Who just discover Mom after searching for 30+ years for her to only lose her less than 2 months later) and myself on Sunday March 6,2006 to ask should she have this surgery, she was scared-to-absolute-death the hospital would kill her that she was hoping one of us would talk her out of it, But sadly we all thought it would be best to get the surgery done with so she could get on with life and make up the lost time with Lesa & my oldest sister Chris.