reply to post by rabzdguy
I have a few things. We'll start with the mundane. My memory. Its odd, I can remember things from a very early age and even tell you whats going
through my mind at those times. First memory ever: My Uncle had his car window rolled down and my mother was letting me climb into it so we could go
get ice cream. When I told her this she looked at me like I grew two heads, because? I would have been only 18 months old. My next memory is of a
person (can't see their face but I'm later told it was my half sister) in a yellow shirt, and she is lifting me up to see babies in the nursery. In
my mind, I knew I was there to see a baby, but could not fathom why. And I knew I was bringing balloons to a woman. Turns out it was a memory of me
bringing balloons to my mother, who had just given birth to my baby brother. I would have been 2 1/2, the weird thing? in my mind I never made the
connection that it was my brother, nor that it was my mother. My last memory like this is of us going to a house. The concrete sidewalk and step to
the front door had just been poured and my mother had me place my handprints into it. She then wrote in the dates and name. It was our very first
house, and it was still being built. I would have been 3 turning 4. Oddness? I still did not make the connection in my mind that the person was my
mother, or my parents at all. I can tell you that when looking at the memory, there was no connection in my mind of "Parents" Nor did I make the
connection at all that this was to be our house. I also have a memory of us moving into the house...a couch was delivered and I went and sat on it.
Looking back on the memory I can tell you clearly, there was no connection in my mind between us going to see this house and realizing it was going to
be ours. Weirder yet? I remember moving into the house....but I do not remember living in the house we were in before. (my grandmothers) I think this
would be a great research project on kids. Because realizing what I know of my memories of a child, I have to wonder if these connections or lack
there of are in all children? or just me?
Okay, the weird stuff. Shortly after we moved into the first house of my childhood. My mother would hear me playing in my room and talking. When she
would begin to walk down the hallway, before she even came to my room (which was at the complete other end) I would poke my head out and tell her to
get out of the hallway because she made my friends go away. This went on for months and at first she chalked it up to imaginary friends. Finally she
grew concerned and shared her worry with a friend in the neighborhood. This woman was a nurse in the pediatric center at the local hospital. Her
husband was a firefighter. When my mother told her what I had said when questioned ( two children, boy and girl and they lived in my room when my
parents weren't there, they liked to play with my rocking horse and they came in through the window) she herself got weirded out. She asked if she
could question me about the boy and girl. Now, a little addition? I remember the boy and girl. I don't remember all the rest...them leaving, or the
hallway or rocking horse bit. But I clearly remember being in my room playing with two children, brother and sister. They were my very best friends
and I always thought it was so funny that they would come to my window and not the door. It was very fun to have a "secret" from my parents.
Anyway....when she questioned me, I described the children, and told her all about them. Turned out? there had been a house built there before ours,
and it had burned down, her husband the firefighter had carried out the two children who had died in the fire. A boy and girl, whose shared a room in
the two bedroom house. Our house was built on the old foundation (you could still see the scorch marks in the concrete) and my bedroom was rebuilt
over top of where theres had been. After the story had been told, they never returned. I remember being very sad that they had moved away.
When sleeping over my grandmothers one night, in the morning when I had woken up, a shadow had passed over her door. A human figure with claws. There
was nothing in the hallway or bedroom.
Dreams. I've had several. But 5 main ones stand out. The first being of when I was living in my new apartment with my now husband. He was my fiancee
then, and we were not married yet. I had a dream that I was in a large living room. With the largest projection screen tv they made (time before
flatscreens) and a wall of windows. On the tv was a cartoon of a blue dog. In front of the tv was a little girl about 3 years old...she was turned
away from me and all I saw was long curly dark blonde hair, wearing a blue shirt with navy blue outlines, I wake up in my dream just as a large blue
ball was coming at my head. You know the kind I mean? like it the walmart stores..the big bouncy balls over by the toys, in a large bin? Fast forward
about 6 years, from the year of that dream 1998, and we have gotten married, bought our first house and a year later I became a stay at home mom to a
baby girl. (2001) 3 years later, my husband and a childhood friend of his (they are like brothers) go into business together. We know things will be
tough for awhile and this is before the big housing bubble popped. His friend also owned his own mortgage company, was making crazy money and bought a
6 bedroom 4 bath 500k house. So, we rent ours out and move in with him till the business gets rolling (which it did, thank God!) And there I am.
Sitting on a couch, in his large living room, with a wall of windows. My husband a few years back had bought a 75 inch projection tv and on it was
Blue's Clues. Due to her love of the cartoon, her favorite color was what else? blue! so there she stood....in her blue soccer shirt, boucing her
huge blue ball that Daddy had brought home for her. It got away from her and headed for my head as I was typing on my computer.
next dream: I was raised Catholic. But I never understood it. I was mainly taught that God was someone you worried about when you died. A bit to late
then..right? lol. My husband was born again Christian. I was stuck between believing because I was afraid not to, and thinking it was all crap. So,
I'm doing laundry one day, day after church the previous day, and the sermon had kinda hit home. So, I'm there, doing laundry, and I'm talking. To
who? I have no idea. Thinking out loud? mostly. But I had a huge fascination with ancient history all my life and had recently been researching egypt.
On a whim looking for the Exodus. See, I was not a full believer, but had always believed the stories. I had figured that the stories were real, but
the writers had of course used their limited knowledge to attribute normal things they hadn't seen before to a God. Which led me to thinking, that
maybe mythology was the same way. Anyway, I had done some research that morning and was stunned to find that all the research stated the Exodus had in
fact...never even happend, that the israelites had never even been in Egypt. I was seriously stunned. Because as I said, I wasn't sure I believed in
a God, nor the fantastical things...like water spliting, or any of that, but I had always thought the normal part of the story was true. So, I'm
standing there doing laundry and questioning out loud..was I on the right track? was all the biblical, roman, egyptian, etc etc stories part true and
part myth and all the stories puzzled in together? Where did it all fit in? So, that night, I had a dream. I'm in the desert, and there are men in
metal garb, and they are fighting. Swords clashing, I hear stomping and harsh breathing. One man is in my view and its obvious he is my center of
attention. He is fighting off someone and they are pretty at it and then a person is coming up behind him, I panic an scream out "MANASSEH!!!!!" I
even see the writing as I say it, so that I know exactly how the man's name is spelled. He turns at the last second, killing the guy coming up behind
him and then turns at the last minute to finally kill the man he was already fighting with. He then turns and looks right at me. It was a movie
shot....you know what I mean? like his face was looking right into the camera. I can tell you exactly what he looked like. It was odd to me, because
his eyes were Hazel green. Not black or brown, or dark brown, but I could clearly see they were dark hazel green. He was very tan and very handsome.
Very muscular, but not very tall. So. I wake up and I write the name down. Later I look it up and was very surprised to see what I found. The search
engine took me to articles on the lost tribes of Israel and to the 17th, 18th and 19th dynasty of Egypt...where almost all the pharaohs have the
moses, manesses, mases etymology. I had found proof of the Exodus.
I had a dream after my brother's wife became pregnant with their first child. I dreamed of a baby a few months old, with black hair. In one part of
the dream someone was giving her a bath. (the setting in my dream was a dark house, no lights on and there was a blue cast to everything) and in
another part of the dream the baby is in a room and the door is locked and no one is even worried or trying to get the door opened. In my dream, I'm
just seeing it...I'm not actually there. When his daughter was born, she was rushed to a children's hospital where we learned that she had left
heart ventricle disease. Its basically where the left heart muscle is to thick and cannot pump. There is no way to fix it, and they are usually to
small and weak to live through a transplant. She died at home a month later. One day after my brother's birthday.
Another dream, I am at my grandmother's old house and there is a priest running up her steps. He is in full priest garb. She is pointing up the steps
telling him "he's up there" the priest is running for "him". The "him" was my uncle, who had died of a drug overdose 10 years earlier. The
priest was my mother's uncle Lee,...whom I never met nor saw, he had been the one to do my uncle's funeral. We received a call later that afternoon
that he had passed away from a heart attack.
when we lived in the apartment (my husband and me) I had a dream that we were in Florida, in a hotel, at the top level, in a party room
that had windows that went all the way around. We were there for either...a birthday, family reunion or New Years. Now, I have to explain a bit. This
dream was in 1999. At this point I was under the assumption that my husband's grandparents only lived in Ohio, along with my husband's dad. Turns
out this is not actually the case at all. They're main residence was in Florida, they went to Ohio for long visits. So, in my dream, we're there in
this hotel party room. I found it odd because only the grandpa was there, the grandmother was not. I also found it odd because my husband and his dad
were clearly on the outs in the dream. They were not speaking to each other at all. and neither of my children were there either (maybe because they
weren't born yet? so I couldn't dream of them?) anyway....theres alot of tension between the two of them in the dream, which I found weird upon
waking up because my husband and his dad are always great with each other. Then, out the window, I see a huge wave, and this is the really really
weird part...a gigantic Jesus! he's walking on the ocean and there's people running from the wave and there's helicopters and I'm seeing this and
looking around me in the room wondering why in the world no one is noticing it? the wave was as tall as we were, it would obviously hit us in the
building. Why was everyone acting so normal? and continuing to talk? when outside everything was in chaos? I chalked it up to 1. something I saw on
tv, or 2. something I ate, possibly 3...over active imagination...etc etc. Except...we are now in 2011. Grandma has died. Grandpa lives full time in
Florida, and my husband and his father have been on the outs and haven't spoken in almost 2 years. If there were to be a family party, it would most
certainly be in Florida, and there would certainly be alot of tension between my husband and his father. Grandma would not be there, and I probably
would not take our children to a party.
The last thing doesn't really have much to do with me as much as it does my 3 year old. She knows when someone is calling...before they call, she
knows what mail I have in my hand, before she sees it, and she can't read. She knows what cartoons are on, before I run through the guide. She
remembers things from as early as 12 months.