OK, I'm not one to usually reply to these types of posts as there is little to sink your teeth into and no way to validate or refute.
Nevertheless, I'll share a true story that happened to me. Disregard if you wish, I'm not trying to prove anything or convince anyone of anything.
This is the one and only time this happened to me:
Many years ago I was having a rather lucid dream about finding a blue suitcase washed up on a beach. I had a hard time opening it as the latches were
rusted shut, but it was heavy and when I shook it I heard things rattling around inside. It sounded like lots of little tinny or metallic objects.
In my dream, I struggled mightily but could not open the case, even after bashing it against the ground, and pounding on the latches with rocks. I
looked around, feeling a bit guilty and stupid. The whole effort, in my dream, was utterly exhausting, and I woke up, startled, sweating, and my
heart pounding. Whew -that was some vivid imagination at work!
At the time, I had a job as a lifeguard supervisor on Lake Michigan, in the swanky suburbs an hour or so north of Chicago. My job required me to
drive a pickup truck between two country club swimming pools and the beach delivering guards and supplies and checking on things, etc.
So on the morning of my dream, I just figured that I was simply making up some scenario about my daily routine -you know, dreaming as a way of
subconsciously filtering stuff through with your conscious life. I never found anything exciting on the beach, however.
Since I was startled awake and couldn't fall back asleep, I got dressed, hopped into my truck and started making my rounds. It was way too early for
anyone else or the public to be up and about, so to kill time, I drove down to the beach station to walk along the shore and watch the seagulls and
the sun rise.
Sure enough, I was about one hundred yards along the beach when I spotted a blue case on the sand, gently getting lapped at by the small waves. I ran
over to where it was, incredulous, and breathlessly picked it up. It was not a suitcase as in my dream, but a smaller blue hard-sided case, like a
woman's cosmetic case. It was heavy and I shook it and heard something jingle-jangling around inside. As I expected the latches were completely
rusted and corroded shut and I could not open it. I slammed it a few times against the ground and grabbed a rock to pound on it - nothing. This
thing was welded shut like Fort Knox.
As in my dream, I was now exhausted and my heart was racing from the excitement and effort. I had a sudden flashback to my dream a few hours earlier
-and suddenly remembered that this was where I woke up. I was utterly captivated by the fact that my REAL life was playing out up to this point
almost exactly as I had envisioned it my dream. I was dumbfounded at the incredulity of it all.
I then snapped out of this reflection and looked around to see if anyone was around or watching. This is NOT a dream - I may have dreamt it earlier -
but am now LIVING in that scene. What to do? Why did I care or feel that I needed to hide? Anyway - I did a bit of soul-searching to decide what
to do next: Was this case planted here to see what I would do? Nah - it has obviously been in the water for a long time. Should I turn it in to
security or other authority? That didn't seem right either - what are they gonna do with it? The case could've been dropped in Michigan, Wisconsin
or Canada decades ago. Besides, it may just be old lipstick and rotted face cream inside - probably just a discarded cosmetic case that's full of
rocks or junk - flotsam washed up on shore is all. So, finder's-keeper's?
Obviously, I was not going to be able to decide what to do until I get it open and see what's inside it for myself. The curiosity was killing me.
I took the case back to my truck, drove to the club workshop and clamped the case to a table. Hammers and crowbars just scratched and dented it more.
It was time for heavy equipment. I grabbed a large hacksaw and began cutting into the surface. After a while I was able to cut through enough to
peel back a section. I turned the case over and shook the contents out onto the table. Out tumbled hundreds of old British coins! I've never seen
coins like this. They had funny-sounding names like "farthing" and "half-penny". Most were dated from the 1800's. Although nearly all of them were
loose, a few were enclosed in those little see-through plastic things that coin collectors use. Was this hoard worth anything? They were all
copper-ish in color and a bit tarnished, but I was no expert, and in fact, could not even recognize the denominations on most of them. I started to
make a list of the coins and their dates with the intention of asking someone later about them. It was getting close to my work starting time anyway
and needed to 'figure it all out'. I stuffed all the coins back in the case and put the case up on a shelf and went to work.
That was not smart. When I got off work later and came back to the shop to retrieve my case - it was gone! Crap! What an idiot I was to just leave
it there. Of course, the shop was empty before work, but throughout the day all sorts of maintenance people, landscapers, custodians, contractors,
etc, would be traipsing through. I did a search to see if it may have been moved, made some inquiry - but of course nobody saw (or admitted to
seeing) any such thing - and, naturally, I was being purposefully vague about the case and, especially, it's contents.
Later that evening I took the partial list of the coins I made to a coin shop in town and showed it to the proprietor. He said that it's almost
impossible to say what the coins would be worth without seeing them, but he showed some similar ones that were priced between a few dollars to a
couple hundred dollars each. Since I wrote down only a handful of them, maybe 5% or so, and not remembering what the remaining hoard contained, I
have no idea what I had found -and just as easily lost. My best guess was probably a few thousand dollars worth.
I think about that blue cosmetic case often -especially the way I discovered it through a dream. I also wonder sometimes what happened to it - who
took it, if they still have it, or cashed it in.
Absolutely 100% true story. I wouldn't have believed it myself if it hadn't actually happened to me. In fact, I stopped telling this story to
friends and family a long time ago because of the way everyone doubted me and thought I was making it up. Whatever. I know it's true.
I'll tell you one thing: there is SOMETHING to be said about clairvoyance, deja vu, premonitions, precognitions, and the like. I am living proof of
that - whether you believe me or not.
Thanks for giving me one more (probably last) opportunity to share this with others...
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