AngelBreath
Psychic Phenomena
With so many weird events taking place in my life it is really hard to remember them all but a couple do stand out in my memory for one reason or another. You decide if psychic phenomena is real or not...
Precognition & Lucid Dreaming
When I was about 12 years old I had one ongoing dream for about six months. I was afraid to go to sleep at night because this dream kept coming over and over again and it was driving me crazy. Now, it is quite unusual and very disturbing to have one dream repeat itself continuously but it is quite another matter when you die in it each night. Every night I would die in the same manner, at the same place, doing the same thing. The only thing that changed after I began to rewrite the dream was the exact location and the length of time it took me to die. No matter how many variations I tried I still died - this continued until I decided not to take part in one aspect of the dream.
Now because this dream went on for so long I was able to take in many, many small details of the unfolding events - and the details were engrained into my brain. Things that I barely noticed or didn't see the first few times around I definitely noticed in successive dreams - six months is a long time. I would run on auto-pilot throughout the dream right up until my death. One night I concentrated on the woman and the baby carriage, another night I focused on the smoking man - on another it was on the man with the convertible, then the car that killed me, on the gas bar, on the traffic, etc. From the clothes people wore to the cracks in the pavement - I took it all in and had every detail memorized.
Each night the dream would begin at the same place in an area I did not recognize - I was alone and walking quickly down a very short street towards a main road where I could see a lot of cars in heavy traffic. My books shifted and my pencil case slid out - I nearly dropped them but I quickly caught and readjusted them before they could fall. As I walked along the street I noticed a woman on the opposite side pushing a baby carriage heading in my direction - she stopped to adjust the baby before crossing in front of a laneway that had a car coming out of it. On her side was a man - he stopped to light a cigarette on the corner before strolling across to my side of the street and continued to walk at a slow gait. As I neared the corner I cut through the gas bar on my right to gain quicker access to the light. I noticed a shiny new red convertible parked in the gas bar and the young man that owned it was talking to a couple of giggly females who were leaning up against another car in the lot - they always said the same thing each time I passed. I gave the man with a cigarette a quick look knowing that he and I would connect at the same point on the sidewalk up ahead. I was approaching a green crossing light and realized that the light would be turning red - on the far side of the street in the outside curb lane I saw a new white sports car revving its motor, waiting for the light to change. I got to the light and had only taken a couple of steps onto the roadway when the light turned yellow so I quickly ran the remaining distance across the street. Before I could reach the other side the new white sports car jumped the green light and came careening through striking me. I had a sensation of flying through the air and then saw the pavement come up to greet me as I struck the ground. There was pain for a few moments and then I was dead. End of dream.
I would always wake up the moment of my death, agitated and sweating. I would somehow get back to sleep as the dream would replay itself in my mind. The next day I would get up and go about my business and then the next night, the whole process would start all over again. Is it any wonder I didn't want to go to bed at night?
Now after some time I began to think that maybe if I talked to one of them it would change the dream, or if I sped up or slowed down, but I couldn't seem to break from the dream pattern at all, could think but not talk as I ran on automatic from beginning to 'death' each night. So I decided to see if I could change the way in which I ran across the road - this seemed to be the only part of the dream I could change. I could change how fast or slow I ran across the road, the problem was that same white sports car always jumped the light and always struck me with some part of its front end. The result was that I just managed to die a little quicker or slower but I always died - my injuries were always extensive and fatal and I always died in under five minutes. One time I landed on the rain grate next to the front end of the house on the corner at the lights and stared down through the grate into the water below as my life ebbed away. Another time I managed to stagger several steps toward some small building and died in front of it on the cold pavement. On another occasion I landed on the curb and noticed the debris that had collected there as I died. In yet still another I landed on the road in front of the car and was struck yet a second time by it. No matter how I changed it I still died. I always felt the impact, I always knew my injuries, I always died in under five minutes - and I always felt the pain.
I had always heard that if you died in your sleep you really did die so with a real leap of faith and choking down my fear, I let myself die to see what would happen. I felt and saw myself rise above my body as I saw a crowd gather around me - I felt euphoric and rose quite high but was suddenly stopped and told to go back because it wasn't my time - and the dream ended. The next night I tried the same thing, figuring to explore death but was stopped again before I could get even half way there. The next couple of nights I tried again but I was not allowed to even leave my body to experience that joy so I quit allowing my death and tried once more to stop me from dying. I went back to the variables. And the driver of the white sports car? He never stopped but always sped away - he was on drugs and drinking at the time. I even tried working on him to stop him from jumping the light but even if I succeeded in one dream he would do it again in the next and I realized he was too unstable to count on.
Now, I am stubborn ~ and very creative. I tried every single solitary way I could think of to change the crossing of the street and still died. And then one night I thought, what if I don't cross the street at all, what if I stay at the lights? So I did - and I didn't die. I realized the only way to survive this dream was not to take part in it once I reached the lights so I stopped and didn't cross. I had the dream once after that to make sure I stuck by my decision and that was it. I deliberately thought about it for a few days after to make sure I kept it in my mind and then promptly forgot all about it after a short while [as children do] … and a few years passed.
When I was 16 years old I came racing out of high school one day in a rush to get home and as I rapidly rounded the corner of the short connecting street to the main road [to go get on the subway] I was suddenly thrown back into my dream. I felt like I was walking through thick molasses in slow motion. I was on automatic pilot as I walked down the street towards the main road where I could see a lot of cars in heavy traffic. My books shifted and my pencil case slid out [I nearly dropped them] and I never even looked as I quickly caught and readjusted them before they could fall. As I walked along the street I noticed a woman on the opposite side pushing a baby carriage heading in my direction - she stopped to adjust the baby before crossing in front of a laneway that had a car coming out of it. On her side was a man - he stopped to light a cigarette on the corner before strolling across to my side of the street and continued to walk at a slow gait. I began to look for other things from my forgotten dream. As I neared the corner to cut through the gas bar on my right to gain quicker access to the light. I saw the shiny new red convertible parked in the gas bar and the young man that owned it was talking to a couple the giggly females who were leaning up against another car in the lot. I knew what they would say before I got to them - and they did as I passed. I gave the man with a cigarette a quick look knowing that he and I would connect at the same point on the sidewalk up ahead. I was approaching a green crossing light and realized that the light would be turning red. I raced forward as was my custom to catch the light and beat the crowd of students. I got to the light ... and stopped dead!
I looked for the white sports car on the far side of the street in the outside curb lane and saw it revving its motor, waiting for the light to change. The light turned yellow but I held my ground as I mentally crossed the street in my mind gauging the time I had lost and imagining where I would be had I not stopped. Before I could mentally reach the other side the new white sports car jumped the green light and went careening through striking the area where I would have been. I stood there in shock waiting for the light to change and still walking as if through molasses. I crossed the street with the light and when I reached the other side I looked at all the places I had died including the curb where debris collected; and the rain grate next to the front end of the house on the corner at the lights. I was still 'in the dream' as I walked and it wasn't until I entered the doors of the small building that led down into the subway that I came out of it. As I walked through the entry doors the gust of wind from the subway below blasted me out of it. I continued on down the stairs partly in a daze thinking of what had just transpired and then quickly took off again as I heard a subway car approaching.
An event that could have killed me did not take place because I changed the outcome by choosing not to take part in the event. I had a dream that allowed me to save my life - I could have died that day but chose not to. I changed the one circumstance that I could and so changed the outcome of the event.
This is not the only precognitive event I have had and I am here through the grace of God and the gifts he has given me. There is some reason I was saved that day though I don't know what it is but I am sure there was a good reason. I have had several experiences with precognition though I have not always known what it was ahead of time - I am a firm believer in making my own destiny. Is psychic phenomena real? You decide...
