DREAMS OF DEATH
1-21-92 - DREAM - (my son's dream) We were sitting in a dark room with some other people. There was no action prior to this, it just began in the dark. He did not know who these people were or where he was. But he did know that an event was coming that was going to take all the air away and that they would all probably die.
MAR. 25, 1992 - DREAM - I'm at the home of my grandparents who are both deceased for some length of time. There are ashtrays full of things that still have ashes in them. One has glass bead-like things with pictures of farm animals in them. Other ashtrays have various things. I pick out what I want to keep as memories. There's someone else in the house with a little girl. I clean up a couple of things, washing the ashes off, to give to the girl, maybe because she wants them or because I feel like it justifies taking the things I want. I feel as thought I'm stealing things I have no right to, sneaking things out and saying to the girl: when my grandparents first died, you couldn't take anything - you had to shake the dust off your feet before you left the house - you couldn't even take the dust on your feet - they were so jealously guarding everything, and then after a time, nobody really wanted the stuff, they were just being competitive - they really didn't want anything. So now it's all been left here.
by Michelle Quinn
1992 - DREAM - I keep having dreams of my late father. Once it took place during the apocalypse, and my entire family was in this futuristic type milieu. My father was yelling at me for not being a christian and that I was going to go to Hell. The strange thing was that my father wasn't a christian and my mother was always on his case about it. But the last thing I recall in the dream was walking angrily out of the room, note though that the doors were class and they opened by themselves. When I walked out the sky was red like it is at twilight, and the city was reminiscent of something from Star Trek. Then I said to myself, "Why did Jesus have to come back when my book just became a best-seller. Mind you I am only 16, and my father died when I was 12.
Dream of 08-30-97
My mother is planning a trip, but her timing is unfortunate, because someone must care for my father and have him help practice his death in the manner to which he has been sentenced. He needs to be shut in a folding bed daily, and bare the pain more and more each day, until he is prepared to be publicly squashed to death with dignity. My job is to squish him on a daily basis with love and make him like the pain. Of course reality sneaks in to the dream and it seems that my mother won't leave until I have shown her that I am worthy of this responsibility. My first day out the first of the many struggles begins. We have bought father three different styles of white tennis shoes to wear as the bed bares down on him. Shoes are in the rules. He insists on wearing shoes that are of hard leather although I do try to warn him that this will increase the pain. There is a pile of shoes on the floor and lo and behold they are the same shoes that belonged to my ex husband. Well daddy and I do a few sessions of closing him into the bed and although he is resigned and tries to put on a brave front, I find myself in great pain. Some of dad's fan club (people take to him) arrive and I try to chase them off during these precious last humiliating and painful moments but dad insists they be allowed to stay. mother is disgusted ( she really hates company as much as he loves it). I am horrified and also feel put out as he gayly allows them to help. I feel displaced and inadequate. I can't even kill my father without someone cropping up to do a better job. What was supposed to be an intimate time has been stolen from me. Mother leaves for her trip and dad squishes into the bed more easily and happier day by day.
Jan. 17, 1998 Here is my story.....It came to me as a dream, but I am thinking that this was a after death communications.
Five days after losing my daughters too a medical mistake, (They were born 3 months premature) I was so distraught with grief that I was ready to end my own life, I had everything planned. I was laying on the bed crying, wishing that this never of happened and that I would do anything to see them again. I had cried myself to sleep. Now in this "Dream" someone came to me and put there hand on my left shoulder, and took me to where my daughters were. I seen "A" and "L", except they were about the age of three or four when I seen them. I knew that it was them and I stood there and just watched them observing everything that they were doing, memorizing them. They were in this beautiful valley with a stream running thru the middle of it, with beautiful skies and mountains, grass so green in color, all the colors that I had seen were unlike any colors that I have seen before. So clean so pure these colors were. I watched them bent over picking yellow flowers, I watched them laughing, and chasing one another. When they seen that I was there, they came up to me, "A" being in front and "L" behind her, they came up to me and I looked into my precious lil girls faces they said to me in my mind, Mommy we are happy, don't cry for us. We love you and we are happy Mommy. One thing that I remember is when they said this too me their mouths didnt move. It was done thru telepathy. The love that they have for me, was just beaming thru their souls. This was the most vivid dream and this happened 5 1/2 yrs ago and to this day I remember it like it was yesterday. Throughout all of this the "person" that was behind me, was always there, feeling the pressure of his hand on my left shoulder. Then I awoke and told my husband that I seen the girls and that they are allright they are happy and they dont want us to cry for them. He WAS a non believer that things like this do happen. Needless to say, he is starting to learn that things like this do happen.
Then in this other dream the same as before the "person" that was showing me the way his hand on my left shoulder again, me still never seeing him. Showed me that I was going to have another child and that things were going to go just fine with the pregnancy. He showed me myself laying in this hospital room, and I noticed everything was BLUE, and there I was holding this lil new baby in my arms. My husband was there, in a flannel shirt and his yearly beard that he grows for winter, and my oldest son was there, in a heavy sweater. I knew that this was a true gift that whoever this "guide" was was showing me my future and that I was going to have this baby, Though I was not pregnant yet. When I awoke I told my husband of the dream, and he looked at me like I was crazy. Needless to say on my birthday 5 months after the dream, I found out that I was pregnant and my son (seeing the blue in the room) was born, November 18 ( WINTER)
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Bryon Smith)
Dead Woman Found 1/23/98 3:30 AM
Smells in dreams.
This dream was disgusting enough that it woke me up and now I canít get it out of my mind. It was so vivid and real that all the senses were active. Color, smell, touch, etc.
Some guy had found a dead women near or in some water at the shoreline near a wooded area. He recovered the body to his pickup truck and then told a friend of his, asked him what to do. They reported it to either a state police man or ranger as he had one of those ranger hats.
The friend showed up also in his pickup truck with a back pack as large as he was. It was all he could do to lift it let alone go anywhere with it. Both of them had radios, note pads and pens to write with.
I also understood that the guy who had found the body had written down the details of the find. Just when, where and how he had found the body. I knew that information and a description of the dead women were being transmitted from a station not to far away and that the radios the two men had were able to receive this information.
My view now from about 20 or 30 feet above the roadway looking down at the vehicles. The gravel road came around near the edge of a hill near what I took to be water, a lake, ocean or even a river. I did not see the water clearly though, only the shape of parts of the land around it. There were hills all around this place, and if there were houses nearby they were well hidden from where we were.
When we arrived at the wooded area they all got out of their vehicles. Each one had their own vehicle. The guy who found the body and the other guy or friend both driving pickup trucks. The ranger also driving his own vehicle which I did not see clearly as it was parked in a different location as the trucks where. The first thing the ranger said was to get everything ready and to prepare the body for inspection. I had not seen the body or evidence of it at this point and was very curious as to what was going on here.
The ranger/policeman told the guys step by step what to do and they did as they were told. The officer had a clipboard in his hand and was going down a list of details. Then he asked for the first manís note book and started to read the details. He read about two lines and told the guy who had discovered the body that he was now a suspect. The manís face went into a stunned expression. If I could have read his thoughts I would have said that he was now sorry that he had ever brought the body in.
The officer read another line and told the guy who had found the body that more clues were being discovered that pointed toward him as being the killer. He just shook his head.
I landed and walked around to the back of the manís pickup, watching the officer and the other two I took a seat on the open tail gate of the manís truck. Suddenly I was overcome by the stench of something dead.
I turned and looked and laying right there only inches from my left hand was the dead body of a young women. The body was laying with its head on the tailgate of the truck. She was naked in a body bag that was unzipped to her navel. I would have said that in life she had been rather attractive. She appeared to have short blond hair but had been through something of a beating evidently. There were two very straight gashes across her forehead about an inch or inch and a half apart starting high to her right and coming down to the left (our right) at about 45 degree angles. Her skin was discolored very pail and bruised in several places. Iím no expert but I would guess the body had been in the water since there was no great evidence of dried blood. It was as if it had been washed away by water. It also appeared the body could not have been in the water more than about 2 or 3 days or it would have been in much worse shape I would think.
While I was examining the body for evidence as to what had happened to this women a slight breeze blew across it directly toward me. I was sickened by the smell and forced to move out into the road away from the body. I watched as the flies buzzed about and landed on it and wondered why the officer didnít zip up the body back again. It was during these thoughts and being overcome by the smell of the dead body that I became sick and woke up from my dream. Upon waking I could still smell the stench of the dead body.
11-19-98 - DREAM
Hello, entry lastnight had a dream of me and my grandma walking down the road, and one side was a diner and truck stop,and the other was a green valley beautful with a stream to divide.
Me and grandma were walking down the road it was night, and a man couldn't see his face he was n black was walking in back of us. well we kept walking looking at the stream.
Then grandma went accross the street for coffee so I told her I was gonna wait down the ways,and she said fne..walking along the stream I came to a man standing in the water with a clipboared. He called me over and I went then he grabed my arm and said there you are we've been waiting long enough for you, lets go..
I had a puzzled look, and said no he had my arm and was pulling I was fighting and he said enough your name is on the board said then ok wait we have to wait for my grandma she'll be here soon. then he said no no grandma just you I said no we argued awhile then he was pulling me to the other side of the stream I was yelling just then that man walk up and pulled me away and in an authority voice said don't ever grab her again I'm the one your waiting for,
The man check his notes and then said oh yeah it you. we've been waiting.then I thank the man and he smiled and went to the other side of the stream, and I went back to find grandma at the dinner. I heared a phone ring from a distance getting louder then I woke up to hear that my uncle passed that night from a heart attack.
I told my mom she believed me but not the rest.. that was weird..
thank goodness I put up a fight and grandma was with me.. God Bless,
4-20-99 - DREAM - I went my private office and saw the lights were off and everything was locked which was wise because I hadn't actually been in the office and we wouldn't want others to see what was in my office.
When I got to my desk, there was a business card on the corner from the insurance agent who had been there while I was in the outer office. On the back side of the card, the insurance agent had written down my position, what I was getting paid per month and a couple other numbers which had to be analyzed by a small machine I kept in a locked closet.
My title was Negative Casualty Commissioner and I got paid $128 a month to do this job for them.
NOTE: A dream from 1990 showed my title as Director of Casualty.
I had to unlock the closet to get the machine to analyze the other numbers. I had a large ring of keys and picked out the proper gold key to open the door to the closet where I kept the office supplies. Just as I opened the door, an old white haired man who was my boss came along and stood behind my left shoulder. I opened the door and turned on the light. This closet turned out to be the bosses bathroom. The whole back wall was a mirror with a sink and toilet side by side in front of it. My boss said, "We should get you your own mirror!" I told him I wasn't looking for the mirror, I was looking for office supplies .
He went into the bathroom to pee and look at himself and I went to another large closet where I kept office supplies. However, when I opened the door and turned on the light, the back wall had one of those white boards you can write on with black marker.
On the right side of the board was a chart on which was written:
ACAD 8,000,000 (AKKAD was ancient IRAQ/Babylon)
16,000,000 LAS VEGAS
I looked up to the top of the board and the title of the board was DEATHS!
Dreams of the deceased (NOTE) This was no dream. It was a true blessed astral experience.
I want to share a dream that I had a while back with everyone. In Feb of 98 a childhood friend passed away from lieukemia. He died on a Friday, so I would make it a point to visit his grave every Friday on my way home from work. Well anyway, One night I dreamed that him and I were going around town visiting his friends and Family. We went to visit his mother and father, grandmother, cousins, and some friends from the neighborhood. During these visits, the people could not see or hear him, but I could. He had me relay messages like I love you, I miss you, I am doing fine etc etc. Then he would tell me what to say when they asked personal questions about his childhood, questions that I couldn't answer without him being there. When my friend died, he was buried in his Harley Davidson shirt, jeans, and boots. He had also lost his hair from the disease. In this dream, he was wearing a brown suit, and had hair, but the length was much shorter then is was before he got sick. Near the end of the dream, we was in the funeral home where his services were held. I don't recall who the funeral was for in my dream, but near the end he said he had to return home to heaven, then he asked me if I have found Jesus yet. I hesitated to answer the question, and when I did, he told me that I better. He then left, and I was awake. This dream was very real, very detailed, and seemed as if it lasted a few hours.
We just barely get past one tragedy when we are faced with another one. One can hardly catch their breath in between, in the past few years. Though we can understand and believe in life after death, one never gets used to the idea that 'we too' will meet our maker one day, and we hope to put that off as long as possible. Meantime, we are faced with prophecy of death and destruction, doomsday prophecies of the worst kind, and worst of all is the Bible's Book of Revelation which we seem to be living through right now. Ever since I started journaling my dreams and visions in 1981, it has been like a big puzzle to figure out what is going on, as my dreams are not just about my personal daily life but about the larger unit - mankind - including prophecies of death and destruction.
This morning - 7-25-99, I had another dream about working on a puzzle in the shape of a calendar and the puzzle pieces had all kinds of strange looking long arms and it didn't fit into a nice square boxed calendar. All of a sudden, the calendar changed into a wheel with many divisions and the last puzzle piece slipped right into place. That was pretty neat. However, when I woke up, and was thinking about the dream, I had a vision of a greeting card with a stylized black and white drawing of a shape I couldn't determine what it was. The card opened up and the same shape was inside and the ends of the lines were fading quickly. I realized then it was like a rock art drawing of a bison and at the same time, into my head came the word 'DEATH'! It seems that it has always been with us.
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