Wow, you guys have been busy! I've been catching up....I just had to putter in the garden a few days and got a ways behind on my reading...
Hi texasgirl....I was working on a reply to the black dog, when I got to this post...will save the dog story for next time!
Originally posted by texasgirl
Well, only one that I remember...It was a pretty bad one. I had a black and white dream in high school about an old lady walking down the cellar
stairs in her bathrobe. As soon as she got to the bottom the dream would stop and then start over again. She was back at the top of the stairs and
walking down the cellar steps again. The dream stopped and repeated it once more. When she got to the bottom she reached up and grabbed the chain to
the ceiling light bulb. Then the whole dream came alive in color as the light bulb exploded and she went up in flames. Her agonized moan woke me
A couple of days later my aunt Agnes caught her bathrobe on fire while leaning over the gas stove and she died. The house did not burn down. I was so
disturbed by that I confided my dream to my business class teacher.
The cellar was intact, though. No broken bulb or anything. And that was the only prophetic type dream I ever had (or remembered, anyway)
What is strange is that you all are asking me things I have totally forgotten about!
This dream of yours is similar to some I've had....the message, if that's what it is, was so garbled, I didn't realize there was one until something
happened, then I felt bad that I couldn't help.
One weird one I had, when I was in highschool...at least happened 'in my head' at the same time events transpired...so I didn't have the option to
In this dream, my mother and I had gone shopping. We were returning to the parking lot with our bags of 'stuff' when we passed a very pregnant woman
with long, flaming red hair, walking in the other direction....she was having some difficulty and seemed to be in labor. She finally had to sit on
the curb of the sidewalk. We stopped for a second, but the people with her were saying that they had it under control, they'd already called for an
ambulance.....so we turned to go on down the street and into the parking lot....Sure enough, I could hear the ambulance wailing in the distance,
getting closer and louder.
I suddenly realized that the direction it was coming from would not allow the driver to see the woman where she was sitting on the curb, until he'd
turned the corner. He would run over her before he could stop....I began to yell for the people with her to get her out of the way, and I turned to
run back to where she was sitting. My mother grabbed me, holding me so that I could not turn around, could not go back to the woman!
The ambulance struck her, splitting her in two, flinging pieces past us, I could even feel some of them hitting me in the back!! My mother produced a
mason jar from one of her bags and began to gather the pieces and put them into the jar! At that point I woke up, sitting straight up in bed, covered
in sweat. Needless to say, I did not go back to sleep!
I still had a dreadful sick feeling when I got to school that morning...and I blurted out my horrific dream to my best friend the instant I saw her!
With a shocked look on her face, she informed me that her sister in law, who was very pregnant, had to be taken by ambulance to the hospital the night
before for an emergency c-section. The sister in law had long red hair! (thankfully, the procedure had gone well, mother and child were perfectly
Why my dream had to be so extra graphic, why I would even 'pick up' on something happening to a woman who was so nearly a stranger....? It still
gives me the creeps.
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