When i was younger, im 30
i always woke up early and went with my cereal and watch cartoons on tv, usualy english cartoons really early in the
morning because they were the best around 4am (yes when i was young i woke up that early just to watch better comics)
and i went downstairs, we had a 3 floor house, when you arrive downstairs its a long rectangular room, to your left left there is the toilet, to your
left there is a long sofa, to right right there is a door that lead to a storage that lead to the right to another door where you can pass firewood to
closer the stove, and to the far right the stove and a wood crate in stone. in front of the sofa there was the tv, so i sat on the sofa, i found the
controller and power up everything and turn on volume and change channel to english cartoons
, grab my boal,
i knew every buttons to press instinctively so i never had looked to where the tv or stove was. drop the controller, grab my cereal and look at the
direction of tv as i start listening to i think it was x-men, and there who sat on the stone wood crate, a men middle average adult men, in old
clothing brown, old yellow and white colors i would say, with a hat in similar colors and patterns, I was very young, around 6-8 years old i just had
my first 386 at that time
and this men said in french, since im french, bonjour,
and on the spur of the moment, i didnt really know what to think, it was 4am saturday morning, my brothers and parents are upstairs asleep im here
downstairs and there is this men in old clothe that is saluting me, I think i panicked and run to my parents, they said it was a nightmare, but lol
the cereal downstairs are real,
i know what i saw, and i still think so to this day. I also had dreams that i was someone else riding a bicycle with a huge wheel in front and a small
one in the back, in old clothe of similar old color pattern you know,
i was descending a road that was slowly turning to the left, with a mountain to my left, and precipice with forest to my right, the road is very rocky
and unstable with this old bike, during my descant my steering break and i fall on the revine to my right, i fall, fall and fall, and i hit the
ground, fell all the pain of dieing, tons of incoherant flashbacks and i die and wakeup.
i had this dream almost every night during most of my childhood and then it stopped.
Im not sure the events where i saw this ghost and my dreams are linked but the colors of the clothes i wear in this dream where the same colors this
ghost had.
and i still dont know what to think about this event because some years later we moved for other reason and i had greater apparition that i talked
about somewhere else on ATS.
edit on 24-4-2012 by skywalk because: (no reason given)