After moving for the 15th time in 10 years, I came across some old dream journals that I began keeping because they were so bizarre, and I would remember them for days after having them. They never made much sense at the time but as I started waking up to a more conscious way of living they started making perfect sense. As I go through my journals (they are a little jumbled) I will note the ones that were easy to read and write down. Many of the dreams in my journal were written in the wake of a dream and I can barely read my own writing 🙂 Some of the dreams I would have were precog, and some were like a mini-series, where I would dream one part, and pick up the dream story the next day. This lasted about three days in a row and I would have mini-series every once in awhile. To date, I have a daily precog events, but in my waking state as opposed to my dream state.
I hope you find them as fascinating as I—enjoy and welcome to my world of dreams 🙂
WAKE UP CALL — precog dream | November 2000 (going through divorce at the time)
In this dream, I woke up to the phone ringing. When I looked at the clock on my night stand the time read 2:00AM. I picked up the phone and there was a policeman on the other end, and said with a very heavy Irish accent, “We have your husband, he is in some trouble.” I asked the officer what he did and he replied “I’m sorry miss, I am not at liberty to say.” I asked several times if he could tell me what he did or how bad the circumstances were, but he just kept repeating, “I’m sorry miss, I am not at liberty to say.” This went on for a minute, and finally I responded with an aggregated tone, “If you are not at liberty to say than why did you call me? Can I please talk to him?” The office still refused. I then offered him a bribe with cookies and or lasagna (why lasagna I do not know), and finally he agreed to let me talk to him. My then husband got on the phone and said “Hey, I am in some trouble, I need you to help me, can you come and bail me out?”
With his comment still hanging in the air—”Hey, I am in some trouble, I need you to help me, come and bail me out” the phone rang, but this time it rang in real time. When I woke up to see what time it was, the clock read 1:59AM (one minute before the time on the clock in my dream). On the other end of the phone was my then husband, calling me from a phone booth (remember phone booths? lol). He said to me, “Hey, I am in some trouble, Sean (or C for short) and I were at the club and he took off with some girls and left me stranded without a ride home. I need you to help me, I need you to come and bail me out.”
[This was my first precog dream that I actually remembered and wrote down. I will never forget this dream, as it was so so real. Fifteen years later, and I can still hear myself trying to convince the Irish speaking officer with cookies lasagna . . .]
THE PENNY TRAIL — out of body dream | February 2004
While staying with a friend at his woodsy-cabin in the California Sierras (we had a few too many beers and oysters, so I crashed on his couch to be safe and not drink and drive), I dreamed that I was underwater, at the bottom of what looked like a lake or the sea, I could hardly see any light down there. I started to get scared because I was so far down under water—I wasn’t dead, and I wasn’t floating, I was just kind of still in the space of the water. The fear started to build, and I remember panicking because I was still underwater, but I wasn’t drowning either. I kept trying to swim up to the surface, but I couldn’t, all I could do was kind of float there at the bottom. Then, suddenly I heard a man say “if you want to move forward, follow the pennies.” I thought to myself, what pennies, it’s pitch black down here, how am I going to find some pennies? Just then a light started glowing at the bottom of the lake, sea, river, or where ever I was. While I couldn’t swim upward toward the shore, I WAS allowed to move toward this new light nearby. As I swam closer to the light I realized that they were pennies, nickles, and quarters, but the only ones glistening were the pennies—they shinned so brightly. The brighter they shinned the easier it was for me to move.
Hovering right over the top of them—there are so many. I see them glowing just like stars on a clear mountain night where you could practically reach right up and touch one. Suddenly, I started moving away from the pennies and toward the surface—finally I thought in relief. At first I started moving upward slowly, then it felt like a rope had put around my waist and I was being pulled up quicker and quicker. The towing feeling pulled me from my back up, so that I can see what was below me as I moved upward, and I as I climbed, I noticed that the shinny pennies were spelling out a word. Struggling to see what the word is, the water and the movement of me moving through it made everything blurry. Just before I break through the surface I hear the man again (I could not see the man, I could only hear his voice) and he said “Do not be afraid, the pennies will light your path for you.” Still struggling to see the word, I break through the surface, but I don’t stop there, I’m still moving upward, faster and faster upward. Now, I am scared again because I am too high. I can see a small delta town below, the pennies still glowing, but I still can’t read what it says. Now I am so high I can’t even see the town anymore and I scream “let me down!” With the “n” still on my tongue, I fall so fast back down I didn’t have time to be afraid anymore. All I know is I am falling FAST! I am close to the ground when I see my friends woodsy-cabin roof. I’m thinking to myself, oh crap, I am going to die on my friends roof, when suddenly his entire cabin splits in half, and opens, I fall straight through and see myself sleeping on his couch. The momentum of falling back into my body so quickly woke me up and I vowed to stop drinking beer . . . just kidding 🙂 The End.
SIDE NOTE: I still to this day do not know what the pennies spelled out. I think about that every once in a while too. But, I guess if I was suppose to know I would know—everything in time.
HOSPITAL CORRIDOR — precog dream (the night before and the day of my Aunt’s tumor removal surgery) | January 2007
In January of 2007 we learned that my Aunt had been misdiagnosed with what doctors thought was an inner ear infection, later as her symptoms progressed she actually had a terminal brain tumor. The family came together like families do, and prayed, and meditated, and hoped for a miracle. Surgery was scheduled, and this is the dream I had the night before her surgery.
DREAM: Walking the hall of the hospital corridor, everything was moving in slow motion. I am walking toward the waiting room when suddenly the corridor we were in went dark, all the lights turned off, the emergency lights came on and there were sirens blasting in the hall. They were so loud in my dream that I thought we were under attack or something. The hospital staff all came running to our part of the corridor and quickly escorted us to what they said was a safer part of the hospital. As I am being shuttled literally by men and women in white hospital garb, I stop and grab a hold of one of the nurses desks, where everyone seemed to totally subdued to the panic happening just opposite them. One lady looks up and I ask, “hey, what his happening” She says, “just precaution, there may be a fire in the section of the hospital you were in.” I reply, “well shit, what about my Aunt, she is having major brain surgery . . . will they be moved? Is she going to be ok . . .?” The nurse just smiled and nodded yes, and I was whisked away by the orderly.
NEXT DAY AT HOSPITAL (in real time): Surgery was underway, and we we’re all in a new wing of the hospital, you could still smell the fresh paint on the walls. About five hours into the surgery I decided to take a walk down to the cafeteria. Upon returning and walking up the corridor I see my two cousins (my aunts kids) coming out of the waiting room, turned and walked down the corridor away from me. I thought to myself, “hmmmm, I wonder what they are talking about.” I started to follow them and catch up to see if they knew anything about my Aunt’s status, but instead, I turned into the waiting room where the rest of the family were. Standing there only feet inside the waiting room door I see my entire family—including my two cousins I just saw walk down the hall (bizarre-o). Everyone is staring at me and one of my cousins that I just saw walk down the hall asked if I was OK, I told her, “I just watched you and Mike walk down the hall . . . but here you are sitting here in the waiting room . . .?” Eyebrows raised, and my mom looking at me like I was an alien. What happens next is even more bizarre. The hospital lights start to flicker off and on, and then everything shuts down—TV, lights, air, everything. The alarms start going off, and a few orderly’s came running down the corridor telling everyone to calmly follow them—just like the dream. I stop at the nurses desk, and asked if my Aunt was going to be OK, and just like the dream they assured me it was only precautionary, and she would be fine. My Aunt survived the surgery, but sadly died a few weeks later to complications of removing the entire tumor.
BEFORE THE TUMOR (back story): A month before she passed, I had just come out about my abilities to the world, including my family. It upset my mother to hear this, but not my Aunt. She was the first in my family to volunteer for a reading. What came out of the reading was astonishing and related to hear illness that even the doctors did not catch before. Originally, the doctors kept telling my Aunt she had an inner ear problem, and this was causing her vertigo. When I did the reading on her health, he dead son, my cousin who died of a broken neck when he was 17 and I believe I was eight at the time came through. I didn’t know right off that it was my cousin and the male was coming through LOUDLY! He kept screaming, “Robbie, Robbie, I’m Robbie!” I would repeat back what he said in a questioned tone, like who is Robbie. After a minute or two of this he started tapping the back of his neck, and saying, “Smoke, Smoke, Smoke, STOP, STOP!” I still didn’t understand and asked him to show me what he wanted or if he had message for someone. His tone increased and blasted out RONNIE! At this point I got chills. Ronnie is Aunts son who died of a broken neck. I couldn’t believe it! As soon as I got it his energy was jumping like a firecracker! Finally he settled some and started showing me images of his brother and sister when they were little, the way he remembered them before he died. He kept tapping the back of his neck, and saying STOP SMOKE, and I get a profound amount of love from him to share with his family.
Following this reading, I wasn’t keen on calling my Aunt, the one who asked for a health reading, to tell her her dead son came through instead. At the time, I didn’t really get the reason why he came through, until after my Aunt was diagnosed with a VERY large and aggressive brain tumor. You see, after she died, the determination of her death was this: A large mass developed originally from her lungs—from SMOKING, and this crept through her lymph nodes all the way up into her head, but the majority of the tumor was in the back of her neck—right where Ronnie was tapping. See, I thought Ronnie was tapping on the back of his neck to validate it was him due to his own death when he broke his neck. Maybe it was both, but the whole experience from this point was extremely painful yet rewarding. I wish I would had come out of the closet about my abilities LONG before so my Aunt could have had some warning—but the fun doesn’t end here. There’s MORE surprises!
The night before my Aunt died, only days after her surgery, we all had an opportunity to sit alone with her, as she was loosing ground and didn’t know who she was, or anyone else for that matter. I squeezed her hand and told her she could come and see me anytime, I encouraged her to. The next morning she passed and the call came about 9A. Around 3P the same day, I was leaving my apartment to do some laundry and when I opened the door I found on my welcome mat a empty bottle of water, lid on standing straight up, and an empty crumbled up pack of generic brand cigarettes. I immediately closed the door, as it was odd creepy that someone would go to the trouble to do that. I was living alone with my two teenage daughters and thought we had a creeper. After sitting for a few seconds and think about what was there I opened the door, and grabbed the items to bring inside. What happens next is truly a mystery. Looking at the two items, on the day of my Aunts death, I remembered that my Aunt smoked a generic brand of cigs and the bottled water was the same brand my mom and her (they lived together at the time) drank by the case, as they were on some crazy diet. So, I called mom to verify the brand of water, and sure enough it was the same brand on my mat. Then, I called my cousin to ask if he remembers the brand of cigarettes my Aunt smoked, and sure enough it was the same—white package with a thin blue strip—WOW! How she did that trick is a mystery, but I would be completely lying to myself if I chalked it up to “coincidence.”
Rest in Peace Aunt Janet, I love and miss you <3
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