The Poltergeist Who Loved Me
Mar 3rd 2007
Sabrina JeffriesMy Life As A Plebe
Yes, I write fiction, but I usually pride myself on being able to distinguish between fantasy and reality when I’m not writing a book. Still, even a reasonable writer has to have a few polite fictions in her life. Mine just happens to be a poltergeist.
Honestly. I’m not making this up. Or not quite, anyway.
It started a few years ago when we bought a large house with lots of attic space. It’s built oddly, so the attic areas surround the top floor. Right after we moved in, I started hearing odd noises upstairs when no one was home but me. I told myself it was the wind.
The thing is, the wind sounded an AWFUL lot like footsteps in my attic.
Then one day when I was in my office with my assistant, I looked up at a bookshelf and said to her, “Did you move that clock? It’s turned sideways.”
She freaked out. Then I freaked out. Neither of us had moved the clock.
That day, the poltergeist was born.
Since then, the poltergeist gets blamed for everything. A book goes missing? It’s the poltergeist. Someone forgets to put away the cereal? Poltergeist. I have finally discovered the perfect scapegoat. If I could just get my husband to believe in the poltergeist, my life would be complete. Fool that he is, HE seems to think there’s a logical explanation for everything, like maybe my faulty memory or lack of organizational skills. Hah! I know better.
So, do YOU have a poltergeist? Do you even believe in ghosts? And if you don’t, what sort of polite fictions do you tell yourself whenever you can’t or won’t explain things?
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41 Responses to “The Poltergeist Who Loved Me”
Aimee on 03 Mar 2007 at 2:04 am #
We don’t have a ghost now, but my mother swears we did have one in our house when we were growing up. She said it was the only possible explanation for the following phenomenon…
(my mother) “Who did (insert problem/catastrophe of choice)?!
(Us) “Not me!”
She swears there was a ghost, and his name was “not me”
LOL
Kay on 03 Mar 2007 at 2:26 am #
When we were little, my sister and I thought that we had a ghost that was trying to get us in trouble. Every night, someone’s toothbrush would be pulled down into the toothbrush holder (the silver thingy with oval openings, over the sink, on the wall) and we would get blamed for it. She and I woud always point to each other and yell “SHE DID IT, NOT ME!!” It took a long time (and several punishments from my humorless father) for us to figure out that it was….. the CAT.
Since then, I have always had a cat and a convenient excuse for the broken, or misplaced item in question. Of course, there are times when the cat must be very strong or agile to do the deed in question. But you know how clever cats are!
KeiraSoleore on 03 Mar 2007 at 4:43 am #
Sabrina, I would throw a fit and move houses if such things happened with me. Congratulations on hiring such a stalwart assistant. You would think your husband would glom onto the idea of some unknown being to point the finger to for anything that might reasonably fall to him, but I guess the need-for-logic outweighs the pass-the-blame.
BTW, I’m a newly registered goddesslet?!
DebMarlowe on 03 Mar 2007 at 6:37 am #
When I was a kid two of my cousins (sisters) had three imaginary friends. Yes–weird that there were three and weird that they were shared imaginary friends. Beebee, Baba, and Mutza got blamed for EVERYTHING in their house! To this day we still kid them about this.
Now, when my own kids watch Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, I always wonder if Beebee, Baba and Mutza ended up there. Hee hee.
Deb
dbrown3400 on 03 Mar 2007 at 6:45 am #
I must have a volunteer ghost for a secretary. I have bad knees and am on disability. With that I get transportation to the doctor provided by the County. You know those little cards the doctor gives you for your next appointment? My ghost must keep those on file somewhere because she never has them in the little stack where I left them for when I get ready to call Transportation. They aren’t even close! Sometimes I never find them. Maybe the card is still at the doctor’s office? They aren’t at the bottom of my pocketbook. I finally call the doctor’s office to get the day and time of my appointment. Then the card magically appears a couple months after I keep the appointment. This is a true story.
Donna
PS She doesn’t bother to clean my apartment!
UrsulaV on 03 Mar 2007 at 10:00 am #
*cynical muttering*
Sabrina Jeffries on 03 Mar 2007 at 10:01 am #
See, that’s the problem with a poltergeist. They never do what you want them to do. Like balance my checkbook.
Actually, the freakiest thing that’s ever happened to me didn’t happen in my house. It happened a few months ago in my car. My husband, son, and I were driving, and suddenly the sound on the stereo went down to zero, VERY slowly. Our car stereo makes this little beep when you move the volume down for each increment. It was too dark to see the volume knob, but neither one of us had our hand on it. Anyway, we look down to hear it go beep-beep-beep as the volume dropped to zero. I looked at my husband, he looked at me, and he said, “THAT’s never happened before.”
When I turned it back up, the song it was playing was, I kid you not, Stevie Wonder’s “Superstition.” You know, “Very superstitious, writing’s on the wall . . .” I really did freak out. But it hasn’t happened again.
Maybe my poltergeist likes to ride in the car?
Sabrina Jeffries on 03 Mar 2007 at 10:10 am #
No cynical muttering allowed, Ursula, or I’ll come over and whop you over the head with your art!
Just so y’all know, Ursula is my artist friend who doesn’t believe in the paranormal AT ALL. She is never going to let me live down the poltergeist story. Ever. Like my husband, she actually believes there are logical explanations for these things!
Oh, the things we goddesses have to put up with.
Terry Jo on 03 Mar 2007 at 11:06 am #
I’m not sure if I believe in them or not, but I watch Ghosthunters whenever it’s on. Some of the things on there make chill bumps break out on me.
We bought my grandparents house six months ago, my grandfather died in what is now my dining room and everyone is always asking me if I have experienced anything scary. I always wonder if I should make something really good up to scare the bejesus out of them, because they act so disappointed when I say “No.”
The thing that always gets me, is how you think you see things moving from the corner of your eye, have any of you done that? And then you turn your head really quickly and nothing is there? This has happened to me alot and I’ve always wondered if it were ghosts or if I were developing a brain tumor, I actually root for ghosts in that instance LOL.
Suzanne Enoch on 03 Mar 2007 at 1:18 pm #
Oh, Terry Jo, I watch “Ghosthunters”, too! I love those guys. Plumbers by day, paranormal investigators by night. I do wish that Brian would get his act together, though. *g*
As for spooks, I’ve never seen one, but my sis has. She works at a private school that used to be an old farmhouse. Whenever they repaint or move the furniture around, especially if she’s there alone and it’s early morning or just twilight, she’ll hear bootsteps or actually see a guy in a cowboy hat walk through the yard or enter the house, and then just fade away. We call him The Cowboy. She said he seems very benevolent, just curious about what’s going on. I’m not sure if I want to see him or not.
Julia London on 03 Mar 2007 at 1:26 pm #
The only ghost I’ve ever sensed is what was once my brain. I know it was there, but I can’t find any evidence of it.
Isn’t there an old saying that the reason we can’t see them is because we would die of shock if we saw how many of them were around us?
Terry Jo on 03 Mar 2007 at 1:55 pm #
Wow, Suzie, I think I would pass out! I have never seen a ghost and I really don’t want to. I would be the one to wet myself, I know I would. Part of me, went OH MY GOD, a real cowboy, another part shuddered and said, she SAW a ghost. Very cool, but I am glad it was her and not me.
About Brian, I wish he would get his act together too, I wonder how much is just for the show?
gannon on 03 Mar 2007 at 1:57 pm #
My eldest son swears we have a poltergeist–things go missing all the time. The weirdest was when the dice from a board game literally disappeared from the board while my kids were waiting for me to finish a phone call before we played. They came in the living room to see me and when they got back to the family room, the dice was gone! We tore the room apart, but no joy. I say it’s a vortex that just sucks things in. Either way, it’s a little strange, but not scary.
Sabrina Jeffries on 03 Mar 2007 at 2:39 pm #
I would dearly love to see a ghost for two reasons:
a. So I could thumb my nose at Ursula
b. Because it would be cool.
But I never have. Never. Not even one little ghost. So I guess I’ll have to be content with my poltergeist’s shenanigans.
Oh, and welcome, Keira. I like that–a goddess-let. One of my English readers told me that she’d met an earl in real life, and that he had lots of “wife-lets” in the vicinity of her town. I loved that word–a modern take on mistresses. I guess rank still has its privileges, sadly enough.
kimber on 03 Mar 2007 at 4:18 pm #
When I was a kid we used to live in Lake Arrowhead, CA. Not much of a town, more of a resort local. Anyway, lots of weird stuff like burial grounds and rock formations are up there. So, I was always hearing stories of the rocking chair that just started rocking on its own with no breaze or anything. And I swore that there was something that lurked in our hallway at night. So having grownup in an environment like that we usually have the thought process of “Whenever anything gets put where it can’t be found or not where it should be we blame the ghost that like to mess with our stuff.” Usually though they put the stuff back when we are no longer looking for it. Ha Ha. There are unexplained things out there and somethings are better without an explanation. lol
pinny on 03 Mar 2007 at 4:59 pm #
Not so much a ghost story but one that brings comfort, nonetheless. When my mother lay dying of breast cancer at 53, she said that if we were to find a dime — that would be her saying hello. I had a breast scare recently at the same age as my mom (42) and as I went into the registration office at the MRI floor of the hospital I went to put my pocketbook down on the desk in order to fill out paper work. It knocked something that tinkled onto the floor and, yes, it was a dime. That was about the fifth dime I had found in the last week or so. I didn’t know whether it was a sign of courage because I was going to find out some really bad news or whether it was a sign of hope. It was a sign of hope. I absolutely, positutely
love to find dimes.
Judy F on 03 Mar 2007 at 5:23 pm #
Several years ago I had a good friend die from Cancer and a card I had received from her during her illness kept falling over. It gave me comfort that she was saying hello.
Little things like that happen over the years.
Karen Rose on 03 Mar 2007 at 8:37 pm #
I do not have a poltergeist. I have evil children who move things to make me think I am crazy. Then I’ll say, “I’ve told you (insert # here) times to do (insert nagging activity here).” They say, “No, Mom, you never told us. Remember that thing you couldn’t find last week? You forget things.”
Evil children. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Sabrina Jeffries on 03 Mar 2007 at 11:16 pm #
Pinny and Judy, those are both lovely stories. I don’t know if people’s spirits linger after they die or not, but I’d like to believe they do. I DO know that my mom often has what I’d call telepathic experiences. I was in an accident once in the U.S. at 3 in the afternoon while my parents were in Thailand. My mom woke up at 3 in the morning (the actual time of the accident, since there’s a 12 hour difference) and told my dad that something was wrong, that I’d been hurt. It was a little weird. I wasn’t hurt badly (a little bruising is all), but the car was pretty badly damaged. She does things like that often.
I don’t seem to have inherited the gene, but it’s still a bit odd, I think.
Kelly Ann on 03 Mar 2007 at 11:28 pm #
I’m not sure I believe in ghosts, but we moved into an old farmhouse in July when we moved from Florida to Alabama. Everyone kept telling me that the house had a presence. I prefered not to think about it. Then, one afternoon, while doing dishes I heard a strange noise. When I went to investigate, a door in the living room(a spooky closet that is kept locked), had swung open. There are 3 strange things about this.
1st: I was home alone,
2nd: we kept the door locked, because it was spooky, and
3rd: when I repeatedly opened and closed the door, it made no noise. In the first place, how could I have heard the door open if it didn’t make a noise when I opened it and how the heck could I have heard anything when the water was running?
I never could explain it, but I’ve since moved my DVD cabinet flush against the closet door, I’m not taking any chances. There have been other strange things, but I don’t ever feel unsafe, so I like to think I have an angel with me at all times.
KeiraSoleore on 04 Mar 2007 at 2:01 am #
Sabrina wrote, “I like that–a goddess-let. One of my English readers told me that she’d met an earl in real life, and that he had lots of “wife-lets” in the vicinity of her town. I loved that word–a modern take on mistresses. I guess rank still has its privileges, sadly enough.”
I agree. ‘Tis very sad that we cannot have man-lets; one husband is all we’re allowed. However, thanks to the Internet, we’re allowed squee-lets, like Mr. Hunka Hunka of “300.”
You guys are freaking me out! Until I read this post and all these comments, I scoffed at ghosts and presences. I felt safe in my ignorance. Now though…
UrsulaV on 04 Mar 2007 at 9:58 am #
Alas, dear Sabrina, before you could thumb your nose at me and not get treated to a lecture on sloppy thinking, you’d have to provide decent proof that your ghost wasn’t caused by low blood sugar, mild hysteria, gas leaks, old plumbing, odd lighting, odd lightNing, a brain tumor, coincidence, wish-fulfillment, outright fraud, or the admittedly highly convincing phenomenon of hypnogogic hallucinations.
It’s not that I’m not willing to say that every now and then, freaky stuff goes down on planet earth, but the paranormal so often gets used as the FIRST explanation, instead of the last. It’s just sloppy thinking.
Err…did I even mention that when the other little girls wanted to be princesses, I wanted to be a Vulcan when I grew up?
Sabrina Jeffries on 04 Mar 2007 at 11:58 am #
Ursula, Ursula, Ursula . . . a Vulcan? With the pointy ears? That would NOT look good on you, trust me. Clearly, you’ve been doing furry art too long.
*I* wanted to be a spy. Or a paranormal investigator. I’m kidding!!! I really did want to be a spy. Or a singer. Or an actress. Or a writer. Writer was at the bottom of the list. Who knew?
Oh, and in keeping with the theme of this blog, I am listening today to Dougie Maclean’s The Search, which I just got and which I bought because I love Dougie Maclean and because it’s instrumental, which makes it easy to write to. But by SHEER COINCIDENCE (note the lack of slopping thinking, Ursula
), it also happens to be music commissioned for “The Official Loch Ness Monster Exhibition.” I shudder to think what Ursula believes about the Loch Ness Monster.
Anybody else here love Dougie Maclean? Kim?
I meant to mention to you, Kim that I LOVE Celtic music of just about any kind. I tend to prefer blends–techno-Celtic like Peatbog Faeries and Keltik Elektrik or new age-ish balladeers like Loreena McKennitt–but I have tons of traditional music as well: Cherish the Ladies, Solas, Capercaillie, Deanta, De Danaan, among others. I also love anybody who sings a good ballad, like Connie Dover or Cathie Ryan. If your band is ever in North Carolina, let me know, and I’ll be sure to come hear them.
KMB25 on 04 Mar 2007 at 8:24 pm #
Sabrina,
I’ve definitely heard several on your list! In fact…I might even have peatbog faeries on my myspace page…hehe.
I absolutely love Solas (they’re coming to Nashville March 22nd–I can’t wait!)..and I’ve heard of some of the others! One of the bands I play with frequently plays the song “Ready for the Storm” by Dougie Maclean…although I can’t say I’ve listened to any of his albums.
If you’re looking for new Irish/Celtic bands check out Lunasa, Altan, Danu (my cousin-in-law sort-of…is there such a thing?…plays with them), and Liz Carrol/John Doyle(one of my favorites)…
Speaking of the Loch Ness monster…..while I was in Scotland a few years ago, I went on this boat ride on Loch ness several times just to see if I could see…well, anything that might’ve been monster-like…although there was a really hot guy working on the boat and I was single…so that helped too…but so not the point! I never did see Nessie…ah well. Such is life!
~Kim
KMB25 on 04 Mar 2007 at 8:40 pm #
I forgot to add…we (the Blair Band) actually play in NC at Grandfather Mountain Highland Games in Linville Falls. I believe we’re booked there again this year….
If you’re interested, you can check out the dates at the band’s page on Myspace (which for some reason is always more up-to-date than the ACTUAL website…don’t get me started): http://www.myspace.com/theblairband.
~Kim
Sabrina Jeffries on 04 Mar 2007 at 8:47 pm #
You HAVE to try Dougie Maclean. You don’t know what you’re missing. I have just about every album of his. I’d like to see him in concert, but it’s just hard to fit that into my schedule.
I like Altan, but I confess that there are only so many jigs and reels I can listen to while writing. I mix it up with new age and Celtic pop and all kinds of things. Since I spend about 6-10 hours a day on the computer at a coffeehouse (the music helps me block out the noise), I need LOTS of a wide variety of music. But I can’t write to rock. Sigh. It just doesn’t put me in the mood. I’ll have to check out Lunasa and Danu.
Oh, and I don’t care if I EVER see Nessie, as long as I get a chance to go to Scotland. I guess that’s not happening anytime soon, but if it ever does, y’all will certainly hear about it!
UrsulaV on 04 Mar 2007 at 9:52 pm #
Well, we can agree about Solas and Connie Dover, anyway!
And since you asked, I think most sea monsters in general are combinations of the usual fisherman’s tales–”Oh, really? Well, uh…the thing I saw was the size of BOAT! Yeah! No, two boats!” and the bodies of dead basking sharks, which decompose in a peculiar and distinctive manner that leaves a long, serpentine sort of fleshy mass that, should you see it washed up on shore, does actually look sort of like a sea serpent, and you can hardly blame people for not recognizing that it used to be a basking shark. (Sadly, our school system seems to have dropped the vital skill of Basic Dead Basking Shark Recognition in favor of such frivolities as AP History.)
KMB25 on 04 Mar 2007 at 11:17 pm #
Hmmm…you bring up a good point here. However…this shark explanation might work better if Loch Ness wasn’t a body of freshwater…hehe.
UrsulaV on 04 Mar 2007 at 11:23 pm #
Oh, well, I was talking about sea serpents in general. Loch Ness in specific, for my money, is a combination of tourism, suggestion, outright hoax, and maybe the occasional sturgeon.
KMB25 on 05 Mar 2007 at 12:11 am #
Yeah…I kinda decided that for myself while on the Loch Ness tourboat…It really became more about the hot guy after that
RachelG on 05 Mar 2007 at 11:20 am #
I do believe in ghost, but . . . the scary thing is that I am very absent minded. Just Saturday night, my family was all getting together at my mother’s house for dinner because my nephew had just returned from Iraq and was in town for a few days. So Saturday night, I packed up my cheese cake and drove to my mothers. When I arrived, I noticed that there were no cars around–which was really weird. As I walked up the front porch, I suddenly remembered that my mother had called me the night before to specifically tell me that the dinner was going to be at my sister’s. Unfortunately, I can’t blame that kind of lapse on a ghost.
TheNightPoet on 05 Mar 2007 at 1:41 pm #
I worked at a movie theatre here in my hometown that my co-workers and I swear was haunted. Well at least the projection booth was what we said was haunted. It was weird. You could be up there threading a projector and a blast of cold air would swish by you. (there was no heating or air conditioning in the projection booth) Everytime you went up there, you just got this creepy feeling like someone was up there or something was coming to get you. I always had to block out those thoughts when I would go up there to either turn everything off after the last movie was over or when I first got there and started turning everything on to start the day.
There was one time I was in the projection booth, opening the gears and doors on the projector, when all of a sudden an extra projector piece slid off the top of the projector and hit me on the front side of my shoulder!! It hurt like crazy and I still have a scar, faint, but noticeable at times, from it. If any of you have seen what projectors look like, you will know that the motor is housed in the back part of the projector. That’s where the projector piece was at, which was not even close to me at all. I have no idea what happened, but from then on, I wasn’t so sure that our beliefs of the projection booth being haunted were far from the truth.
Andrea
Daisy W on 05 Mar 2007 at 1:44 pm #
My grandmother always had a special way about her. She just seemed to know things. When she started getting really sick and we knew she was dying, she calmly told us, “I’m dying, I know it. You know, too. I want to die at home in peace, not at some hospital poked full of holes.” So we kept her at home, in her bed. My cousin came in to visit her with her little girl who was just a little over a year old. As my cousin was leaving, my grandmother told her to take care of Tiffany, (her daughter) and the baby. My cousin asked her, “Don’t you mean take care of Tiffany, since she is still a baby?” And my grandmother told her, “No, take care of her and the baby.” Later when it was just me and my grandmother in the room, she told that my cousin was pregnant again, this time with a little boy. Unlike the rest of the family I believed her. When my aunt called my cousin to tell her that our grandmother had died, my cousin felt the baby move. She had a pregnancy test done before coming to confirm that she was pregnant. Her son was born nine months to the day after my grandmothers death.
Some people have asked us if it bothers us that she died in the house, in her bed. But most of the family feel comforted by the fact and many say they have often felt a part of her still in house. As for her bed, I have had insomnia since I was 10, but I can get a full restful night’s sleep in her bed, which always smells of flowers. She loved flowers. My aunt who has the bed now, has never done anything to make the bed smell of flowers, but it does. Most of my aunts beds smell like lemons, except my grandmother’s, it smells like wildflowers and roses.
Sabrina Jeffries on 05 Mar 2007 at 5:14 pm #
What a lovely story, Daisy!
Susan K on 06 Mar 2007 at 9:30 am #
I’m not sure if I believe in ghosts or not. I’m one of those I’ll believe it when I see one but I don’t really want to see one. I watch Scariest Places on Earth during Halloween and one epsiode in a sanitorium in Louisville, KY almost made a believer out of me. Very creepy.
I do have a story of my own though. When I was a kid we lived in this one floor ranch house. In order to get from the living room into the kitchen you had to pass the hall that leads to the 3 bedrooms and bathroom. It’s a straight hall with the bathroom and my parents room on the left and my room and the spare room on the right facing the street. All the rooms except the bathroom had windows. Well one day I was going from the living room to the kitchen and saw something out of the corner of my eye. I quickly turned and there on the wall at the end of the hall was this bright light in the shape of a circle. It moved across the wall from my bedroom and then disappeared into my parents room. At first I thought it was just headlights. It happened all the time cause my room and the spare room faced the street. Then I realized all the bedroom doors were closed. I was very freaked out! I never saw it again but I also never forgot about it.
Nicole Jordan on 06 Mar 2007 at 9:41 am #
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TheNightPoet on 06 Mar 2007 at 2:42 pm #
Susan K, I watch Scariest Places on Earth with my dad every year! We love watching all those types of shows when they come on around Halloween. I find myself while watching the shows wanting desperately to see a ghost or something like it get in view of the camera. I’m kind of like you, I’ll believe it more when I see it, but what happened to me at the movie theatre made me believe there was something off about that place. lol
Andrea
Aimee on 08 Mar 2007 at 11:00 am #
I am new to the godess page but started reading sabrina’s books when my hubby bought me one for my birthday cause he knows I am a big romance nut. I have fallen in love with them since.Sorry I ramble but on topic of the blog….I have a kinda of knack I don’t really see ghost but I have an eerie trait and it didn’t really bother me all that much when I was little but after I met my husband it got freaky. Apparently my grandmother had the same gift like there are times I can tell you who is on the phone before I answer it or if I am not paying attention I can tell you what your looking for before you ask me or if you lost it. but my really weird gift happends when I am sleeping…I used to dream of my grandmother (important to know she passed when I was 6 months old) Then I would dream of a green eyed indian who would come and I would fall in love with… but he wasn’t complete indian ya know he was only part. About 6 months after I kept having reoccuring dreams of this guy I met my husband (who has green eyes) fell in love and got married only to find out when talking to his mom one day that they are part cheeroke. Then when I was pregnant with our first child and not knowing my husband was worried what kind of father he would be or worried about anything really a guy came to me in a dream with a message for my husband telling me about how he shouldn’t worry he will be a great dad and tell him to stop being well a really bad word and I saw him sitting in a chair holding a baby and asked him who it was he said I would know when the time came. So I asked him who he was and he said that he wasn’t important as the message I gave my husband. So as time passed my husband and I decided to take a trip to florida where he was raised to visit his parents and friends. When he was looking at pictures of him as a kid and a teenanger and up to him as early twenties I looked at one picture in particular and asked who the person in it was and he asked me why and I said I have seen him before and he was like yeah in other pics and I have talked about him constantly I said no he was the guy the guy that told me to give you a message. My husband’s face went white as a sheet and told me that it was brad his best friend (who died when he was 24) and that was 6 months before I met my husband
Sabrina Jeffries on 08 Mar 2007 at 11:52 am #
Wow, Aimee, that is some story (and don’t apologize for saying that you like the books–we goddesses love hearing that). That’s very cool. I’m not sure about ghosts, but I do believe in telepathy and premonitions and a sixth sense. I’m not even sure it’s supernatural–it may just be a skill we haven’t developed.
I dream a lot, although I’ve never had any premonition-type dreams. But I have a lot of dreams that prove significant to my life. Oddly enough, despite being a creative type, I never figure out what they mean. But when I tell them to my husband, he interprets them perfectly. And he’s not creative AT ALL. They’re usually about my family or my career, and whenever he tells me what they mean, I realize that he’s absolutely right.
I always did say he was my soul-mate. *G*
TheNightPoet on 08 Mar 2007 at 10:02 pm #
I have had one dream come true in my lifetime, so far. There was one night about six and a half years ago where I had a dream that I got a speeding ticket. The next morning on my way to class, I got one! I still can’t believe that happened either! So I guess you could call that a premonition? I’m not sure.
Andrea
Daisy Ward on 10 Mar 2007 at 5:52 pm #
As far as dreams go, I have had some very creepy dreams, some that have happened or have been like warnings of things to come. It kinda runs in my family. One that I will always remember happened when I was trying to get pregnant. I had a lot of trouble. I dreamed I was at my grandmother’s home, where she died and was very pregnant in the dream. I was completely alone and went into labor, which is not a good thing. It is about a 45 minute drive to the nearest hositpal. In the dream, I began to panic. Until I saw my grandmother calmly laying in her bed. She told me not to worry my baby would be just fine. Then I woke up. Since then I have had one child, a little boy. During my pregnancy I had a lot of problems, including three seizures. My son was also recently diagnosed with mild autism. But I know he will be ok, but she is watching over him. I have also dreamed a lot about my grandfather who died when I was 4. Some of the dreams I had when I was younger, I don’t remember the dreams just that they some of them made my aunt cry when I told her about them and others made my grandmother laugh.
Aimee, I am also a green eyed & believe it or not, blond Indian. I am part Blackfoot, part Crow and part Cherokee. But that isn’t as strange as my cousin who is a blue eye, red headed Indian. LOL. Our family reunions are an unusual sight. Half the family favor my grandmother, with the black hair, deep brown eyes, dark skin, high cheek bones, crow beak nose and barely over five foot. (Yes it really looks like an crow’s beak, same shape, only bigger.) While others look like my grandfather, so pale we look like ghosts, blue eyes (me and my brother are the only ones with green), blond, red or a combination of the two hair, over five and half feet tall and covered in freckles. Also with a big long nose, just not shaped like a crow’s beak. Luckily, I got my mom’s nose. LOL.