EXPERIENCE DESCRIPTION 2903 prophetic Dream

I had a dream Thursday night where I found myself in an old Victorian mansion lying on the floor in front of a burning fire place. There were several people in the room walking around and talking to each other. I didn't know anyone. This woman walks by me that I thought I recognized. She turns around and looks at me and it was my mother. She looked really good. I said, "Mom!" and she said, "That's right, it's me and I've come to visit with you!" We talked for quite a while and I have no memory of what we talked about. Then she says, "I know you think this is just a dream, but I'm really here. To prove to you that it's really me, a famous female actor is going to die in a couple of days and then you will know I was really here." When I woke up I kept focusing on when she said a female "actor" and not "actress" as this was the kind of grammatical error she was not prone to make. I got the impression that she meant and male and a female actor, but it was only an impression. I told my coworker the dream as soon as I got to work on Friday morning so we would be on the look out for famous actors deaths, but in reality, what were the odds of that! Image my surprise when 2 days later Peter O'Toole and Joan Fontaine both die - an actor and actress! But it wasn't only that. Having such a dream I of course would tell my brother about it which my mom would have known. Peter O'Toole was launched to fame in the movie Lawrence of Arabia and it was his greatest role. Imagine my amusement when I told my brother Lawrence about the dream. He was born the year Lawrence of Arabia came out and my mom was so enamored of Peter O'Toole's character that she named my brother after him. 

Coincidence?....

Any associated medications or substances with the potential to affect the experience?   No   

Was the kind of experience difficult to express in words?   No   

At the time of this experience, was there an associated life threatening event?   No   

What was your level of consciousness and alertness during the experience?   Dreaming

Was the experience dream like in any way?   More lucid than dreamy

Did you experience a separation of your consciousness from your body?   No  

What emotions did you feel during the experience?    Great!

Did you hear any unusual sounds or noises?    No

Did you recognize any familiar locations or any locations from familiar religious teachings or encounter any locations inhabited by incredible or amazing creatures?    No   

Did you see a light?    No   

Did you meet or see any other beings?    Yes    Lots od people I didn't know

Did you experiment while out of the body or in another, altered state?   No   

Did you observe or hear anything regarding people or events during your experience that could be verified later?   Yes    Newspaper

Did you notice how your 5 senses were working, and if so, how were they different?    No   

Did you have any sense of altered space or time?    No   

Did you have a sense of knowing, special knowledge, universal order and/or purpose?    No   

Did you reach a boundary or limiting physical structure?    No   

Did you become aware of future events?    Yes    Newspaper verification

Were you involved in or aware of a decision regarding your return to the body?    No   

Did you have any psychic, paranormal or other special gifts following the experience that you did not have prior to the experience?    No   

Did you have any changes of attitudes or beliefs following the experience?   No   

How has the experience affected your relationships? Daily life? Religious practices? Career choices?    N/A

Has your life changed specifically as a result of your experience?   No   

Have you shared this experience with others?    Yes    Fortunately I told everyone about this prior to conformation

What was the best and worst part of your experience?   Confirmation about life after death

Is there anything else you would like to add concerning the experience?    No

Following the experience, have you had any other events in your life, medications or substances which reproduced any part of the experience?    No           

Did the questions asked and information you provided accurately and comprehensively describe your experience?    Yes     

EXPERIENCE DESCRIPTION 2902 Lucid Dream

It�s my usual custom to wake up about 15 minutes early before my alarm goes off and do a short meditation every day. I am able to do this because I have really bad insomnia and I don�t sleep well so I am constantly waking up during the night. The odds are on most mornings I wake up just before my alarm goes off.

I didn�t sleep well last night as usual and had a series of bad dreams. I woke up at 5:30 (my alarm was set for 6:00) and I thought that I had 15 more minutes to just lie there and maybe go back to sleep before I did my meditation. As luck would have it, I did go back to sleep, but it was a very lucid dream. I knew I was dreaming and thought to myself, �Oh boy! I have 15 minutes to do whatever I want before my meditation!� In the dream I was walking around some kind of courtyard fully aware that I was dreaming and therefore able to fantasize or do anything I wanted. This happens to me occasionally and it�s a very difficult state to maintain, but I�m usually able to pull it off without waking up.

I decided to turn this experience over to a consciousness greater than mine and I said out loud, �OK, somebody show me something that I wouldn�t think of or expect!� Instantly I found myself standing at the boarder of a long and narrow cemetery. The headstones were quite beautiful and instead of grass, the ground was covered with white gravel. It kind of looked like headstones sticking out of snow. The next thing I know there are all these people coming towards me and they were increasing in number. I couldn�t understand where they were coming from and then I noticed they were popping out of the ground! They weren�t zombies or anything like that, just ordinary people popping out of what I assumed to be their graves. They were all coming towards me and many of them were talking to each other as if they knew each other.

The first person to reach me was this old black woman, kind of hunched over and she had vitiligo (a skin condition that leaves you with splotches of no pigmentation). She said, �Oh Steve, I�m so glad to finally meet you! We are so glad you finally came!� I was surprised and confused and I asked her why. She said, �It�s time for you to set the table.� I had no idea what she was talking about and I told her I didn�t want to set any table. She said, �Oh honey, you have to, it�s your time.� I said, �I don�t want to. What if I don�t do it right? What if I make a mistake?� (Now I didn�t know what I was talking about!) Then this white girl about 25 years old starts telling me about mistakes she has made (I can�t remember any of them) and she went on and on and I think her point was that mistakes didn�t matter, it was the �doing� that mattered. Oddly enough, after each mistake she had made, she said, �And then I stumbled�. I found that statement very curious and I asked her what she meant when she kept saying she �stumbled�. She said, �I died.� I guess her mistakes were either fatal or her mistakes were life long and she never corrected them during that lifetime.

I decided I didn�t want any of this so I walked away. This older (very large) black woman who for all the world looked like aunt Jemima followed me and put her arm around my arm and she said, �You know Steve this is what you have to do. You have to set the table and make the meal!� I said, �I don�t want to! I don�t even know how to cook!� She said, �Yes you do baby, but that doesn�t really matter. Most of these folks don�t even know how to eat. I�m afraid you will have to teach them that too.�

Then my alarm went off� 

Any associated medications or substances with the potential to affect the experience?   No   

Was the kind of experience difficult to express in words?   No   

At the time of this experience, was there an associated life threatening event?   No   

What was your level of consciousness and alertness during the experience?   Heightened

Was the experience dream like in any way?   It was during a dream

Did you experience a separation of your consciousness from your body?   Uncertain  

What emotions did you feel during the experience?    Unsure

Did you hear any unusual sounds or noises?    No

Did you recognize any familiar locations or any locations from familiar religious teachings or encounter any locations inhabited by incredible or amazing creatures?    No   

Did you see a light?    No   

Did you meet or see any other beings?    Yes    Lot's of regular people

Did you experiment while out of the body or in another, altered state?   Yes    I took advantage of the lucid dream state

Did you observe or hear anything regarding people or events during your experience that could be verified later?   No   

Did you notice how your 5 senses were working, and if so, how were they different?    No   

Did you have any sense of altered space or time?    No   

Did you have a sense of knowing, special knowledge, universal order and/or purpose?    No   

Did you reach a boundary or limiting physical structure?    No   

Did you become aware of future events?    No   

Were you involved in or aware of a decision regarding your return to the body?    No   

Did you have any psychic, paranormal or other special gifts following the experience that you did not have prior to the experience?    No   

Did you have any changes of attitudes or beliefs following the experience?   No   

How has the experience affected your relationships? Daily life? Religious practices? Career choices?    N/A

Has your life changed specifically as a result of your experience?   No   

Have you shared this experience with others?    Yes    Interesting, but uncertain

What was the best and worst part of your experience?   The clarity

Is there anything else you would like to add concerning the experience?    No

Experience description:   

I was a nurses aid in a hospital working in geriatrics. Mr. R. my patient, was 85 years old with left sided paralysis. Along with the stroke that paralyzed him went the part of his brain that controls social inhibition. He was extremely foul mouthed and hyper sexual. Because of this, he was always assigned to me as none of the female staff wanted to be around him. He required a great deal of physical care.

One night I had a dream where I was standing at the foot of his bed, actually about 1 foot above the foot of his bed. I reached out to him with both my hands and he took them and I gave him a gentle pull. As he moved forward in my direction while I was pulling him, I felt kind of a "whoosh". It was more than just a pull, it was like his essence was coming with him - then he pulled back and the same "whoosh" feeling happened, only in reverse. This happened 3 times with us pulling back and forth. The dream ended there. I came into work the next morning and noticed he wasn't in his bed. I was informed that he was in the ICU (intensive care unit). They had had a heart attack. They coded him 3 times (coded is when the heart stops and they have to shock them to bring them back). His family didn't want to let him go so they would not sign a "do not resuscitate" order. They made 3 attempts to bring him back and he and I did 3 "pulls" in our tug of war in my dream! He survived.

EXPERIENCE DESCRIPTION

When I was 4 and 5 years old we lived in a house that we rented from my mother�s parents in Los Angeles. The first time I saw the shadow man was when he came out of the closet (through the closed door no less!) in my bedroom. It was a man and he was quite 3 dimensional, but he had no features - just empty blackness. I remember being terrified and screaming. This would usually bring my parents running. I was (or so I'm told) fairly articulate for a 4 year old and I was able to tell my parents exactly what I saw. They, of course, told me I was having a bad dream as this first experience was at night.  

Over the next 2 years this happened rather frequently and it happened night AND day. Usually it was only one shadow person, but sometimes it was more than one. Other than the sheer terror I felt when I saw them, I don't remember them ever having an interest in me or even coming in my direction. They would just go walking through the room, walking VERY slowly. I remember wishing they would move faster! They would usually come through the closet door or through the walls and exit the room through one of the walls. They were not ON the wall like a shadow. They moved through the room like a person. I remember my mom asking me if I knew what or who they were as it became a fight to get me to go to bed at night or even be in my room alone. I told her they were called Lolo's (lowlow's) God knows where I got that name from! We moved from that house and I never saw them again.  

One day a few years ago I was telling my Aunt (my mother�s sister) about these shadow men as she apparently had never heard the stories about my experiences when I was little. It turns out she lived in the same room when she was little and she saw them too! She never mentioned it to anyone, but they came out of the closet as well. Oddly enough, she said she remembered Abraham Lincoln living in her closet (with the black coat and black top hat) but she said when I told her of my experience she remembered him to be just a shadow. Her parents were not as understanding as mine so she kept it to herself and she says she remembers she named him Abraham Lincoln so she wouldn't be so scared.

50 years later, my mother had cancer and she was in hospice care in my living room in a hospital bed. She was hallucinating badly � until I started listening to her hallucinations and they made sense. She was saying things like, �Look! My dad�s standing over there!� I would ask her what he wanted and she would say, �He�s standing next to this tunnel and he wants me to go into it with him, but I don�t think I want too.� She started talking and laughing with someone that I couldn�t see a lot. I asked her who she was talking to and she would say, �Why, that little boy, can�t you see him?� She did this for days and I assured her that she was the only person who could see him. One day, a couple of weeks before she passed, she was chatting away with this unseen child. I asked her to ask him what his name was. She turned her head away from me and said in the direction of the little boy, �What�s your name?� I asked her if he answered her and she said, �He said his name is Lolo.� I broke out in a sweat�

Any associated medications or substances with the potential to affect the experience?     No      

Was the kind of experience difficult to express in words? No