Postby muma » Fri Jul 26, 2002 3:59 pm
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Originally posted by Ashiwi:
<B>Okay, strangest dream, don't remember if I've told anybody about this here yet or not.
My grandparents had both passed away, my grandfather only a couple of months before, and their house was unoccupied with all their belongings still inside.
I dreamed that I went to their house and let myself in the back door, like we always had as I was growing up. As soon as I stepped into the house I felt like something was wrong, and I began wandering through each room, examining every detail as I tried to put my finger on what it could be. The dream was one of those VERY realistic ones, and the entire house looked and felt just as it had the last time I'd been in it. Once I got into the living room I noticed the rollaway cot sitting in the middle of the floor, with a white sheet draped over it so that the edges brushed the ground. I lifted one end of the cot and my grandfather was laid out beneath it, in exactly the same state he had been in when buried. He spoke to me then, even though he never moved... how could he move when he was dead? I heard him telling me very urgently, "You've got to find it, kid, you've got to. It's gone, kid, they took it, and you've got to find it." I awoke with those words still ringing in my ears, and it creeped me out enough that I woke my husband up and told him about it... I then proceeded to tell everybody who would listen about it, which included calling my mother, who lived close to my grandparents.
Now what was so creepy about that dream? Later that night my mother called me back. She had called my cousin, who had been out to my grandparents' home several times and was in the process of packing some things up. She went out there that day, then called my mother right back and reported that apparently somebody had broken into the home the night before and stolen a number of items. Police were involved immediately, and when the idiots who did it tried to pass off an heirloom saddle at the feedstore down the street, where the owner had been a longtime friend of my grandfather's, the thieves were caught and most of the items returned.
Even creepier? A year after the house had been cleaned out, and now sits abandoned, I had another dream about my grandfather. I was in the house and everything looked just fine, but he was a disembodied black spirit who was raging about the house screaming in anger at somebody to "Get the hell out!" It frightened me so much it woke me up. Once again I called my mother as soon as it was light, who called the cousin, who went out to the house only to find it had been broken into and vandalized terribly.
I'm pretty sure I might have mentioned these occurrences in another thread about some sort of spirituality or something. I didn't believe in all the mumbo-jumbo before this happened to me, but I do now.</B></font><HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
All i can say is wow.
Did u have a close relationship with your grandpa when he was alive?
Also my dad told me the other day that the same nite i got arrested he woke up shaking, and said that i was crying for help.
well, that is sort of similar....anywho
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Leah A. W.
