a reply to: LadyGreenEyes
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Bahaha @ related. Who knows!
I feel that for me, not having control over these types of things is better. Otherwise (for me), I might become dependent on these things.
I agree with your sentiment about a certain cycle of sleep. I feel that a lot of studies in various fields do not allow for (or very little room for)
situations that don’t fall into their preset categories. When something doesn’t fit, my experience has been that those “experts” will make
what they consider logical relations to justify the situation fitting into one of their preset categories. I feel being that way inhibits growth in
an area of interest, thus keeping it stagnant.
Coolies @ you and your siblings! Aww @ boring for produce shopping… haha. That’s cute, actually.
Cat scratching dream & her son crying. That’s neat, though, experiencing from one’s baby’s perspective.
Knife stabbing dream is freaky & not cool, for sure!
(I was telling someone today of a dream I had in which I was stabbed… another coincidence!)
Re: remote viewing.
Having being on the receiving end (unexpectedly) I believe it’s real, too. At the time the person did it, I found it invasive more than
fascinating. I caught the person doing it often, without telling me and without me giving permission. I saw their face in my room & house a few
times… it was a bit freaky, especially because they didn’t ask beforehand. The person would then call and ask if anything odd happened or I saw
anything odd because they were trying to send themselves to my room/house.
The above inspired these tests (not with the above mentioned person).
With permission, I tried to remote view, but no luck. A bit different experiment was that, with permission to try whenever (random moments) & with a
several long distance friends (none knew each other), I would focus on one seeing/hearing me & not tell them, write down the time I was trying and if
they sensed anything from me, they were to write down the date & time and what they sensed. These friends were hundreds of miles away from me. Some
sensed me (times a few to several minutes apart), but not 100% of the time. One saw me a few times (but vague image) and described what I was wearing
those days; I didn’t expect that at all! Although being seen was that “Oh, wow!” feeling, it felt wrong. I understand it could’ve been real
or coincidence. The one that saw me a few times, we agreed to stop testing.
Even though I wasn't able to see where they were at, etc., I felt this ability was developing (or maybe just wishing thinking it was), but I had no
idea what it would become and that made me cautious. I tried to keep myself in check by not letting my ego lure me into a false security of thinking
I could control whatever it became.
The risk wasn’t worth the curiosity (for me).
My dreams tend to be realistic & with senses, too. Here’s an experience you might find interesting.
I was driving and an acquaintance was in the passenger seat; we didn’t get along well, but we had mutual friends and hung out at times. The
passenger looked at me and said– You want to see God?
That shocked me because the person is an atheist and always mocked people that believe in anything.
Before, I could reply, he grabbed the steering wheel and spun it. I grabbed the wheel (reflex), peered out my window and watched as the front
driver’s wheel went from the road onto gravel and then over a rounded edge of the gravel; my car began to fall towards the ocean. I don’t know
how far the drop is exactly… I’ve read possibly 300’. I looked through the windshield as rocks & ocean were coming up quick! I kept saying–
Wake up! This is a dream! It’s a dream! I have to wake up! *explicatives* Wake up!
As the car was midway to crashing, the passenger calmly looked at me and said– This isn’t a dream…
I thought, Oh, cr– –
The bottom was just about to hit, when he calmly said– see you in hell.
I woke up! My bed was soaked in sweat; I was shaking, heart pounding.
I didn’t tell anyone the dream. About a week later (real life), friends told to me to avoid that person because he said to them he wouldn’t care
if I died and even if he killed me, nobody would know… send him (me) off a cliff.
That cliff phrase was lingo he hadn’t used before. Perhaps a coincidence.
edit on 2016 6 15 by oldme because: added detail