True Stories about Paranormal Activity: strange phenomena, parallel worlds, alternate universe, unexplained topics at Dreamwatch®
Another time. Another place. Another universe. Recurring dreams of our own lives passing in parallel worlds. When something strange happens, it seems we may live here, there and everywhere.
Read what others wrote when their reality shifted:
Strange Incident with Moving Mattress
This strange incident occurred around 1981 in a cheap motel among the grim hills and industrialized countryside of western Pennsylvania. I was visiting my girlfriend (I was now living out of state) who lived with her folks in a house not far away. I drove her back to her house before midnight (daddy's rules) and then went back to my motel and went to sleep. While asleep, I had this sudden and strange feeling come over me. It wasn't a dream.
Something like a coldness maybe, or an intruding presence, swept over me like a wave, from the foot of the bed to right over my head. I made a sound like, "Uhh," and turned over to the left (I was on my back) to get away from it. Then I awoke, but I was still on my back—must have only been in my mind that I turned or moved. Anyway, as I was lying there very still, at the foot of the bed, the mattress was moving down and bouncing back up as if something was poking it. Maybe five or six cycles or pushes, fairly rapid, then it stopped. It was not my feet or legs jerking because I was wide awake and purposely lying very still. I laid there for awhile, then I got up and turned the bathroom light on, and kept it on when I went back to bed. Lucky for me, nothing else unusual occurred. The only thing I remember about the motel was that it was painted blue on the outside. So you may want to avoid any cheap, blue motels in western Pennsylvania—just in case.
— Howard in Conn.
Good advice. Thanks for your creepy story. — Kat
Sounds Like Small Animals in the Room
I thought I was immune from the fears I had as a child, and all the strange things I've experienced throughout my life, but I have to admit this experience really freaked me out. I don't know if they're even related.
Sometimes, lying in bed waiting for sleep to come, especially if I don't move at all, (I blank my mind when I go to bed) I start hearing what sounds like small animals on the floor at the far side of my bed below the window, shuffling around, and snuffling. I feel them bumping against the bed, as if they're ramming it. Sometimes it feels like one is trying to pull itself up onto the bed. I feel them under the bed bumping it there.
I'm normally up by 4:30 a.m., and often don't go upstairs again until bedtime. I'm alone, no pets, and have few visitors; none who go upstairs. One morning I got up as usual, and it was sometime in the afternoon when I went up to my bedroom for something. I opened the door, and froze. My window, 4' x 6', is on the opposite side of the room, covered with lace curtains that have a 2" fringe that sticks up above the curtain rod. The door is always shut, and the heat/air vent is on the floor across from the door at the right side of the window, has a foam filter in it, and plastic half-dome that directs the air out into the room instead of up. The top 1/4 of my curtains on the left side, nearest my bed, and normal when I'd gotten up that morning, looked as I imagined they would if two big birds had fought there. The fringe on top was flattened and the lower curtain messed up as well.
My immediate thought, when I could think again after seeing what looked like a battle zone—was of "my watcher*," and those strange things I hear moving around when I'm in bed.
— Wilma in Oregon
* Readers, look below on this page for both The Watcher and The Watcher Returns.
Good to hear from you, Wilma. Your story creeps me out, too. Maybe it belongs on the Paranormal Animals page or with Sounds and Smells, but I kept it here with the other Watcher experiences. Instead of blanking your mind at bedtime, have you tried this: visualize white light around you (I imagine a bubble dome around my whole house), asking for protection, and clearly stating only beneficial energy is welcome—the rest MUST leave.
— Kat
A Lifetime of Lucid Dreaming
I wanna start by saying I have many repeating dreams that sometimes flow into each other. I am also very good with lucid dreaming as it is something I have learned through an understanding with these dreams. I also would like to state that i have a very good long term memory of events in my life starting at my second birthday. It started when I was four, my grandfather dies and he visits me and while holding what I later find out is my father's aftershave he tells me to: "Be good for my daddy." I start laughing at the funny man I've never met before. My father walks in asking why I was laughing and I tell him. I remember that night clearly as it is the first dream I can remember so vividly.
I see my mother in a pond or lake trying to reach out to me but never getting to me. This dreams continues all the way up into my teens.
Eventually it runs into the following as if picking up where it left off. I walk into a field with long flowing grass that appears dead in color. I smell the fall breeze and look into the deep blue sky. As I look back down I'm staring at a blurry black and white image of myself. Then, as though reading my mind, the other me is instantly to my left ear with his hand on my shoulder whispering something that I can never hear. At this point he disappears and the sky darkens to a crimsonish color. The piano begins to an eerie unfamiliar chord. I always woke up at this point. Except for recently.
As I begin to adapt to lucid dreaming, I finally manage to stay after what I call the waking point. What I see next is the space in front of me beginning to split and a shadowy figure wearing a white mask half emerges. As his mouth opens revealing jagged teeth he let's out a high pitched yell that resembles what a dinosaur would make. It can't break free except this partial veil/shroud that covers the body. Its arm reaches out for me; its hand has skin with a skeletal structure outside of it. Before it reaches me, I wake myself up by concentrating on lifting my head and releasing. Which is very hard to do except it's all I can comprehend while dreaming. I haven't been lucid dreaming since then either, at least with full control. Now it's more of just a conscience so that I am there with little or no control. I've never let it get past the point where it almost reaches me. I also only have this dream every so often. Most times with nothing to trigger it. Can anyone help me understand?
— Nero in USA
More than a Chilling Feeling
One hot August day, I was on my way home. I passed by my friend Paula's house and she walked with me as I made my way home. She was talking about her boyfriend Bobby, when all of a sudden, I swear, it felt like a block of ice invisibly passed through my body. It had such an impact on me that it stopped me in my tracks and I even purposely turned around to "see," but there was nothing there. Paula called my name and that got my attention, because she kept walking. I had to catch up to her. When I did, I asked her if she felt "that cold" that just passed by. She laughed like I was crazy and said, "Girl, hot as it is out here?" I just shook my head and we continued our walk.
How we 'See' in our Dreams
I only dream in black and white. On rare occasions I see one color highlighted. I too watch a screen in my dreams. Sometimes I'm able to see myself watching myself … and sometimes I see myself watching myself, watching myself, watching myself stare at the huge screen. Sometimes I am injected into the screen dream through no control of my own.
Most of the people in my dreams don't have facial features—they're faceless. They are either gray or a shadowy figure. Everything is said through telepathy—it's understood. At times in my dreams, I’m only allowed to see people from their waist or knees down, and I'm not allowed to hear their conversations—but it's understood. I feel like I'm just going through the motions in my dreams and that I'm being guided. I have seen my beautiful angel at least on three occasions.
— Mona in Pennsylvania
Read more from Mona on the Ghost Stories page: Ghost in the Courthouse Elevator and leave a comment on the Dec. 2 2011 blog post. — Kat
More Than Deja Vu
(edited for privacy) This freaked me out. Last night, I fell asleep on the couch after sending my son a text message "R U OK?" He replied, "Yes at Joan's" (his girlfriend). Sometime later, I woke up and John was standing over me saying "Mom, I'm home. Good night, I love you." Then I heard him walk up the stairs. I went back to sleep.
Over an hour later, I heard John's key in the front door. Then he was standing over me saying, "Mom, I’m home." I freaked out telling him he was already home, and that I remembered him coming in the door an hour ago. He said, "No, I've been at Joan's house all this time."
I swear that John came home twice last night. It was so real. It was like I was stuck in a time loop. Any ideas on what this is about?
— Ann in Connecticut
No idea, Ann, but I too get confused by what was a dream and what is real. — Kat
Dark Shadows Reaching Out
These dreams, I started having them around a year ago … so like May or June, 2010. My dreams started with a dream about the devil. In my dream my parents were giving me off the devil … Any explanations???
Well, continuing months after, I started having dreams of dark shadows crawling up my bed or my wall. But these dreams took place at my homes usually, and it felt as if all that was happening in my dream was happening in reality. Because when I woke up, it was the same setting.
On occasion I would dream of shadows reaching out to me, which freaked me out and I woke up all terrified. I had also had another one with a dark shadow standing by my bed with red eyes. Sometimes I don't even want to go to sleep. Well with these dreams, during the day or when I'm out, or alone, I feel something stalking me. I don't know if it just me. Any advice or help?
— Ashma in USA
Sorry Ashma, I don't know what the phrase means: "… my parents were giving me off the devil."It might help to know what state you live in and your religious beliefs. So take a look at the culture you live in and question if everyday messages are planting fearful thoughts. — Kat
A Sinking Feeling
… When I dream, it's of places that I have yet to visit and when I do eventually visit them, I remember my dream prior to going to that place—it can be months in between. …
The latest thing that has happened to me was just two nights ago. I was in that place, I am often, of sleeping and awake, lying in my bed. I suddenly get a sinking feeling, like my entire body is going through the mattress. A weight is on top of me, it makes my skin hot and prickly, I feel like I am burning and sinking all at the same time. Then suddenly I snap fully awake, my arms outstretched, my head tilted back. I feel stiff and sore, like I have been that way for hours.
— Nicole in New Zealand
Read more from Nicole on the Ghost Stories page: A lifetime of Apparitions, and Unexplained Sounds and Smells. — Kat
Dreams of Future Everyday Events
(edited) I feel as if I dream of the future often. … Like dreaming of being in a place that I go to regularly and something going wrong or something is just REALLY different. For instance, when I was really young, still in elementary, I often had dreams of me sitting in my classroom…. Being that young, I had no idea what these dreams meant, I just thought maybe I was randomly dreaming. … Just recently, … I caught myself feeling as if I had already done the EXACT thing that was going on. I was reading some paperwork from school, and as I read over a select few words it struck me.
Now this isn't the first time this has happened to me, it's happened quite a lot. I just wish I could remember before it actually happens, but I only notice this AS it's happening. For the past few months, I've been trying to consciously dream just to see if I can grasp hold of what happens when we drift into sleep, all I can say is FAILURE. But I will not give up, I'll try to find some answers, and not only of what/why/where dreams come from, but of everything.
— Sean from Arizona
More Unexplained Grief (also see below)
I was reading Patricia's story from South Africa (see below), and something incredibly amazing is going on here. I am sure I know who this person is that she is referring to and I have come across another website of other people experiencing this deep grief for this person. They all seemed to be saying the same thing like I have not grieved for family members that have passed in this kind of way. I experienced it myself. No I do not know the person myself either, and the grief was so profound it just did not make sense. It also was the beginning of great spiritual journey for me.
— Shana in USA
Thanks Shana for bringing the larger scope of this experience to our attention. Let's see if we hear from anyone else. — Kat
Unexplained Grief - A Spirit Connection? Parts of the Same Oversoul?
(My story) has started since a person that I never met died (last year). When I heard about his death, I felt incredibly sad, even though I didn't know him. After 3 months of his passing, a book came into my head—I had never written one before. The entire story leapt onto the pages, about situations I had never experienced and ideas that I personally would never have agreed with in my own life. In a way it was quite strange as I was fighting with the book. The book was making me write the story down exactly how it wanted it to be written.
Seven months later to the day of this person's death, I came across material and photographs of this person. Suddenly something inside of me snapped and I can't even explain the grief I felt. It was so deep; it felt as though there was a huge gaping hole in my stomach. From then on, I couldn't stop reading about this person and finding out everything I could about him, and the more I did, the more I cried.
I began to dream of this person every night, often waking up with thoughts swirling around my head, but after a few seconds they were gone. From then on, for a few days just before his death date to the day he died the pain and grief I feel becomes so overwhelming. I can't even get out of bed, it's as though I feel dead myself. I cry constantly and feel that terrible ache in my stomach. I keep feeling as though there is nothing left for me on earth, and that I should be with this person instead.
Now that I know this person inside and out, I realize that my book was written about him. The protagonist was an exact replica of him. Although the protagonist was a she. She had all his characteristics, even down to the quirky things like the way he dressed. The entire book was written about what he suffered from when he was on Earth and what he died from. Except she found help, as she had a "soul mate" from a different planet, that helped her get through her problems. In the book, this soul mate was never allowed to be revealed to her and they were never allowed to meet. It was quite strange because after I wrote the book (400 pages) I didn't feel like publishing it. I made a half hearted attempt, but have never wanted to get it published. Now somehow I feel that the book was just meant for me.
I still don't know if this is maybe my imagination, as I never did meet the person, but then I feel if I wrote an entire book about this person that I didn't know, maybe it's not my imagination. I also have no way of explaining the grief I feel on a daily basis since this person's death, and the crippling grief I feel around the time he died. My rational mind tells me it's ridiculous that I could have a connection with a person I never met, but all my senses seem to feel a very strong connection to him. Lastly I asked for some sign that we had a connection, and in one of those very real dreams, that seem too real to be a dream, I woke up in a bed and a baby lion was sleeping next to me. I am not sure if this means anything.
— Patricia in South Africa
Thanks for your story. I love hearing from faraway friends. I think that any experience with such a great impact, not to mention a 400 page book, means something. Long ago (1985) I read, The Education of Oversoul Seven by Jane Roberts; it stuck with me. The novel was based on the idea that our souls can have several lives going on at the same time; each learning different lessons through life circumstance and experience. I once had a glimpse of one of mine in which I had a lot of little children … very different from the life I live as Kat. Since then, I've felt that I'm only a part of my greater self, and sometimes my other selves have an effect on this ego that I live as Kat. Maybe this is what you've tuned into. No matter what, maybe you can find comfort in knowing that he no longer suffers and someday your spirits will meet. But now, you're here to live, learn and enjoy this life on beautiful planet Earth. — Kat
Out-of-Body Experience (OBE) - Black Fire
Last night I had an out-of-body experience. For starters I was definitely awake in my bed and couldn't sleep. I tried closing my eyes and nothing. After tossing and turning for a while I just lay on my back staring at the ceiling. Then somewhere between trying to sleep and being awake I felt this magnetic force of gravity holding me down. I couldn't move my body. My speech was slurred I couldn't scream for help. I tried moving my head but was catatonic. I saw an apparition, a blurry shadow, tall maybe six feet, black shadow. From what I remember I saw him or her come in thru my door and held his hands above my body. It was forcing me down like pushing me. He was blurry and the best I could describe him is he looked like black fire. This lasted about two to three minutes finally I moved my head from side to side. I honestly felt like death was taking me and I was fighting for my chance to live a little more. Although the experience was nerve wrecking, my visitor was surprisingly familiar and mellowed me out. After this energy left I felt totally content and safe, like I was visited by some guardian angel or friendly alien life form. In the past I have had this happen when I was asleep but this time I was completely awake.
— Armen in California
A Moment of Clarity
I'd like to write this in response to "Understanding The Universe, A Moment Of Clarity" (please see last story on this page). I also had this experience, only I had it as I drove down a long, shimmering road, one very hot summer day in California in 1990.
At that time in my life all I wanted was for my life to end, although I wasn't suicidal. As I drove along, it was like a very white fog blotted out everything, and I felt like I was wrapped in great love and compassion. Then I felt myself expanding, and the universe spread out around me. I was aware of being a part of everything, down to the smallest grain of sand.
And my mind was filled with the knowledge of everything that is, or ever will be. Then as quickly as it happened it was gone, and I was still driving down that hot shimmering road. And all that amazing knowledge that had been mine I saw quickly fading away. But I still felt that love and compassion, and everything now looked like it does after a really good rain in the summer that washes all the dust off and everything is in vivid colors and kind of outlined so it stands out more.
That experience totally changed me forever. I've never since felt the way I had before it happened, even though I've been through some pretty bad times since. I still think about that knowledge, and believe now that we all have access to it—we just need to find the key.
— Wilma in Oregon
Colorado Night Lights & Mysterious Force
IT'S BEEN ABOUT 13 YEARS AGO SO I WOULD HAVE BEEN 20. ME MY WIFE AND MY FIRST SON MOVED TO COLORADO OUTSIDE OF TRINIDAD. MY FATHER-IN-LAW HAD JUST MOVED THERE AND WAS JUST SETTING UP THE PROPERTY SO IT WAS LIVEABLE. HE LIVED IN A SMALL CAMPER UP IN THE MOUNTAINS. ACROSS THE VALLEY YOU COULD SEE STONE WALL NATIONAL PARK. ON THE NIGHT OF MY EXPERIENCE ME MY WIFE AND MY SON DECIDED WE WOULD SLEEP IN OUR HYUNDAI EXCEL, I'M IN THE PASSENGER SEAT, MY WIFE IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT AND MY SON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BACK SEAT. I'M GOING TO BE AS DETAILED AS POSSIBLE SO YOU MIGHT UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPEND TO ME.
IT WAS A COOL NIGHT SO WE HAD THE WINDOWS UP, AND BEING IN THE MOUNTAINS OF COLORADO THERE ARE BEARS. WE FINALLY FELL ASLEEP AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TIME IT WAS BUT ALL OF THE SUDDEN MY EYES OPENED AND I WAS ABOUT 2 INCHES FROM MY HEAD LINER! I FEEL THIS FORCE AROUND ME. I COULD HARDLY MOVE AND I COULD NOT SPEAK. WITH ALL MY STRENGTH I TURN MY HEAD AND SEE MY WIFE SLEEPING. I SLOWLY THEN TURN MY HEAD TO THE BACK SEAT AND SEE MY SON ALSO SLEEPING. WHILE THIS IS HAPPENING I'M HEARING WHISTLING, LIKE SOMEONE WHISTLING A TUNE. I LOOK BACK AT THE ROOF OF MY CAR AND WITH MY ARMS TRY TO PUSH FORWARD AND WITHOUT TOUCHING THE ROOF I FELT A FORCE PUSHING BACK. IT THEN SEEMED LIKE THE WISTLING WAS GETTING LOUDER. I THEN LOOKED OUT MY WIFE'S WINDOW AND ABOUT 25 FEET AWAY I SEE THIS SHADOW PERSON AND THE ONE THING I DID NOTICE HE WAS HOLDING A LANTERN BUT THE REAL THING I REMEMBER WAS IT WAS ONE OF THOSE GLOBE TYPE WITH THE WIRES THAT WRAP AROUND THE GLASS. TOTALLY STARTING TO FREAK OUT, I CLOSED MY EYES REAL TIGHT AND THE NEXT THING I SEE IS THE SUN SHINING IN HERE AND THE BIRDS CHIRPING.
KNOWING THIS REALLY DID HAPPEN TO ME I TOLD MY WIFE AND SHE ADMITTED TO ME THAT THE NIGHT BEFORE, SHE WOKE UP AND SAW AN ORB OUTSIDE THE WINDOW BUT WHEN DAYLIGHT CAME THERE WAS NO WINDOW WHERE SHE WITNESSED IT….
THE LAND I KNOW OF THAT WE WERE AT WAS LINED WITH OLD LOGGING TRAILS DATING BACK OVER 100 YEARS, ALSO INDIAN LAND AT ONE TIME. WE JUST KNOW IT WAS EXTREMLY WEIRD AND REAL.
— Rob in Texas
Thanks Rob, for a great spooky story. — Kat
The Watcher Returns
Several years ago I wrote here about "My Watcher." I woke up one morning about 3:30, and as I was sleeping on my back with stacked pillows, the first thing I saw was the foot of the bed. And there, amazingly, was this perfect white silhouette of a figure, against the darker background of my closet doors, moving along the foot of my bed, heading toward the window. It had no distinctive features, but was slim, the head bald, and as it moved, it was bent forward somewhat, as if it was in a hurry. One arm was held slightly forward. Without thinking, I reacted with "OH, WOW!" and that's when the figure vanished. I've wished ever since that I'd said, "Don't go."
— Wilma in Oregon
Hi Wilma, It's great to hear from you again. I remember your "Watcher" story and instead of rotating it out, I've left it below because it is so intriguing. If this happened to me, I would ask the "Watcher": Who are you? What do you want? BEFORE you invite it to stay. — Kat
A Faceless Girl
I don't know what this is or if it's anything really, but sometimes when I close my eyes I see a faceless girl, all I see is her hair, it's black, I think, and it just goes past her shoulders, her fringe is short, just above her eyes, so I try and see her face, but I can't. Sometimes it looks like a carving in a wall and sometimes it looks like a drawing, but I can never see her face. Why do you think this is?
— Melly in Adelaide
Hi Melly, I don't know why you see this "faceless girl" but if it was me, I would ask her: Who are you? What do you want? How can you help me? Or, consider that she is a facet of your own spirit. — Kat
Dreams & Visions — A Perspective from India
There is a small difference between visions and dreams. Dreams may come true or not, but there is 99% probability of visions. The Visions are not Dreams at all. Just like messages from future. They are indication for a specific incident taken place after a very small amount of time say one (or) two days even after several months, but some can show us the actual Future which may change our life. Some can be avoided but some can't at any cost. It's just like bending a small piece of wire with our hand. So this 1% probability may be changed by you. We can't bend the large pole as they provide a base to our future life. These visions can actually change your life and give shape to your future. These visions can be seen anytime, anywhere but mostly not when we are asleep. These conditions will arise to make a specific work from your side. If their indications are good it's well and good, otherwise if they are bad we must try from our side not to make it happen. Some people may think "Our life is like a second chance to do them," is somewhat true. Even if you believe or not, only one solution: Prepare of the incidents which may occurs at specific time only. Just consider (it) as a gift, be prepared for them and try your best to change the bad incidents which might occur even if you can't stop it, don't feel bad. Take it as your fate. So Good Luck my friends.
Strange, Strange Sleep Disturbances
I am a 27 years old. I have been experiencing "sleep paralysis" since I was about 17. I should also say that I had a "vision" that saved me from certain death. First I will tell you about the "sleep paralysis." Sometimes when I am on the verge of sleep, but still partially awake, or I can be somewhere in sleep, I hear a rushing of my blood in my ears and something happens. It is hard to explain, but one time I was attacked by something. I couldn't see it, except for an outline, kind of watery or blurry. Whatever it is attacked me and tried to choke me. I fought it off and even kicked it with my "spirit leg", as I call it. Because obviously during sleep paralysis, the body cannot be moved. So I tried and tried to fight it and ended up kicking it with my "spirit leg" and I actually saw it come out of my real leg.
Another time, I had an episode and during this episode (sometimes I can hear what is going on around me) I heard my husband getting a bowl of cereal. He is a night owl and goes to bed usually around 5 am. Anyway after the episode, I called out for him and he comforted me. Then surprisingly he said he was going to get some cereal. So I listened to him fixing his snack, and the sounds happened the same way I had heard them previously. The same footsteps he made, the same bowl and spoon clink, the same cupboard shutting ... all in the same order and same exact way. I cannot stress that enough. I had asked him too before he fixed it if he already had some and he had told me no.
Another time, the thing, it or whatever was washing up in the bathroom. I can see the bathroom from our bedroom, and the light was on. It came out of the bathroom with the light behind it, and it said to me, "Hey baby, just washing up." I kept looking at it and I told it that it wasn't my husband. And it said that it was, but I kept denying it. It then disappeared. I came out of my bedroom and looked for my husband … he was sitting in the car listening to some ball game on the radio (our radio doesn't work well in the house). Another time "it" gave me a shot in my arm, and my arm hurt for two days in the same exact spot it had given it to me.
Sometimes I feel a presence around me. Like something or someone is watching me. I don't do drugs, don't drink, don't take medications, or have food allergies. The only thing I am guilty of is a lack of sleep. I couldn't sleep in my room at all for almost a month after the choking attack. I have looked up information about "sleep paralysis" and even answered study questions about it. But it seems too real, too scary to be just a dream. Every episode stays with me, I don't forget like I do with normal dreams and nightmares. I've been trying to deal with this, but lately I feel like I can't anymore. I am wondering if anyone else has this, and if anyone knows what it really is.
— Beth in New York State
Moving Bed
Sometimes when I am asleep my bed moves. I do not live next to a train or heavy moving trucks. It stopped about three years ago, but at the time it was scary because my bed would move to cover my door.
— anonymous
Out-Of-Body Experience (OBE)
I just had an experience I've started having within the last 5 yrs. now. This morning, I woke up recalling another one of these events. Scientists and the like call it Lucid Dreaming but to me it feels more like an outer body experience. It first begins with my body lying in bed paralyzed. My physical surroundings are not the same as I'm currently at, but still a very familiar surrounding (room of a childhood home). My vision is blurred as if someone who wears glasses was looking around without them. Even worse since I'm only able to see partial areas of the room as if having tunnel vision. I can hear a slight hum as I'm lying there paralyzed looking forward at my old bedroom door.
But finally I first start out raising my hand up in the air brushing the air. I then want to actually pull away from my motionless body lying down but always with great difficulty. Feels as though my physical body is emitting a magnetic field to keep me from moving. As stubborn as I am, I don't let this stop my exploration and so I muscle myself in a sitting up position and swing my legs over the side of the bed and attempt to step off onto the floor. At this point it becomes difficult once more to move because of the constant magnetic pull and the awkwardness of my (spirit) body.
Sometimes I have no legs and actually float down in a sideways fashion. I usually make it as far as the bedroom door when all of a sudden my mind slips into an unconscious sleep state which I find myself once again aware of my surroundings but back in the bed on my back again still in a lucid dream state. I tell myself "okay, we'll try this again."
On this latest episode, after about the third and final attempt I actually was able to partially turn back after having come off the bed and noticed, what looked like to me to be, sun rays. When I turned to see the source of the rays I saw this ball of light, as if looking straight into the sun. The ball of light was less yellow and more like a light color and brilliant, I had to look away because it was so bright. I only lasted maybe about another 15 seconds in my lucid state when my physical body had enough and pulled me back under a more unconscious state and finally to the twisted unusual dreams everyone encounters during normal sleep. I woke up this morning thinking "wow, I've had these lucid dreams before but this was the first time I saw a bright light". Makes me wonder, and actually wonder in fear. If maybe my physical body knows soon that I may pass on and is preparing me for the actual separation of body and soul. It just seems unusual that it all started only 5 yrs. ago and it's slowly increasing in frequency, and now, something new introduced that all near death patients have experienced; of a white light. But it could just be more of these lucid dreams that appears to be increasing only due to practice.
— Chris in Florida
Oversoul Education
I have often dreamt for the past few years that I am in some type of seminars, classes or conferences. I have the feeling of learning and going back to my life and experiencing whatever they are teaching me. And I can't wait to go back to do just that. I know the classes are happening in the evenings or early in the morning (real early). I am surrounded by buildings and carrying notepads, pens for note taking. It is a nice breezy evening. There are a lot of people and it's break time. I see a couple of people I know and I am so happy to see them! The feeling of joy is so overwhelming (only in my dreams they seem to exist) I don't know them in my real life, so I think.
These seminars, I feel, are dealing with spiritual, mystical subjects/courses. A few times I will see or meet people and just about always tell me they feel like they know me for a long period of time when I have spoken to them for like a few minutes. They have this gaze on me that is very penetrating. I tell them that I have never met them, just at that moment. But then I have a thought that comes, "We meet each other in our dreams." Then I think why I thought that.
— Mari in Texas
I go to a place that looks more like an ancient Greek amphitheater—we each create an environment that is comfortable for us. I believe that at this place, we review, plan and agree on how life events will play out so that we can learn our life lessons with each other's help. More on this theme in, The Education of Oversoul 7, an out-of-print novel by Jane Roberts (check your local library) — Kat
Link to My Dreams? A Reality Check
For the longest time, I've had dreams of this far away place. It kind of looked like my world, but newer. I feel like I never sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, I dream, and I can remember every last minute. Like one time I was flying and I landed on my back and scraped my arms. When I woke up, I couldn't move. I was in pain from my head to my feet. I had bruises for days, and I don't know how they possibly got there, until I remembered my dream. It seems like if I get hurt in my dreams … I get hurt in real life. I dread if I die in my dreams. I seem to have an abort switch in my head that allows me to wake up on the drop of a dime. Some say it's an astral projection of my spirit, but I don't know. I will never tell my parents, though they wonder why I'm so tired. As soon as I close my eyes in my dream, I wake up in the real world. I think that it is some kind of gift I possess (unlike spelling). I hope to hold on to it forever, even if I don't understand.
— anonymous
The Watcher
While still in my crib (before the age of two when my brother came and took the crib), I can remember watching through the rails as the shadow people huddled in the shadows around my room started moving closer and closer to where I lay. Sometimes another one, this one quite scary would appear, and all the others would shrink back into the shadows. I saw the new one as an upside down broom with big black eyes. It would just suddenly be at the side of my crib looking down at me. It seemed to swirl around and over the crib.
Around the age of ten, all of these beings left me, but in there place was what I've come to call my Watcher. I'd wake up and feel it by my bed watching me. I was too afraid by that age to open my eyes, and would lie there pretending to be asleep. Once I tried to wake my sister up so she might see what was there. I scraped my big toe nail very slowly, as hard as I could, down her leg, but she just turned over.
I was twenty-nine when my five year old son got up one morning and told a tale that caused the hairs to raise on the back of my neck.
His bed was positioned so he could look past the foot of his bed and see the head of my bed through the open doors. He said he'd awakened in the night and decided to see if he could get in bed with me, but when he looked into my room, he saw "eyes by your bed watching you" and was so scared he hid under his covers.
— Wilma in Oregon
Fright Visions
It had happened … October of 2001, when I awoke out of breath, barely breathing. I had a dream? Or was it a dream at all? I remember a vision of sorts, or my imagination. A light or fingers all in row, pressing down upon something, which seemed to be my lungs. Something was said to me, like telling me there was to be no more or something to that extent. That's when I bolted out of breath and ran out of my room trying to catch myself half scared out of my mind. It was like something was there trying to stop me from breathing.
I've had various things happen to me that weren't so violent as that. I remember things coming at me from corners of my room. Things talking to me, but I can never remember what they say. It feels like it's all really happening to me. I use to wake up in sweats from things like that. I remember one time a sword or a knife, perhaps, was aimed right down towards me and I moved quickly and then a few moments later I snapped back to see nothing was there. It only happens to me when I'm half in and half out of sleep and sometimes when I'm in sleep mode. I don't know what to call it, or perhaps I'm just psychotic. Either way, it's left me sleeping less and less each time it happens.
— Mia from Ohio
Flowery Visions
This is not about me, but my father, (who is in his early 70's and quite sane). We were joking about ghosts this past weekend, and he very seriously described an experience that he has had many times of late. When he gets up at night, he said he sees flowers everywhere on the floor and hanging on the lamp cord, etc. He said that as he walks, the flowers sway and move, and the vision only lasts for a very short period, then it is gone. He said that some nights they are ribbons of various colors gently blowing, like the flowers, everywhere he looks, on the floor.
I asked him why he didn't take a picture and he said because it doesn't last long enough. Strange as it may seem, I believe him. He is not frightened by the experience. My mother thought it was quite amusing, but my dad was very serious, and I took him seriously. He said he has no explanation, other than that he is sure he is awake during this phenomenon, and it comes and goes quickly.
— Joseph
Though I don't see them, I occasionally smell the scent of flowers and almost every evening when I first moved into my house, I would smell pipe tobacco; it came from the den where the previous, recently deceased owner used to smoke his pipe. — Kat
Night Visions
Somewhere between sleep and awake visions appear to me. They seem to form right in front of me—when I let them and then fade out sort of like a molecular structure coming together to form a solid and then liquidating into the background. My eyes are wide open and I can see the entire room with the vision either at the foot of my bed or against the wall. When they do completely materialize, most of the time they are strange unidentifiable objects—but sometimes I can tell like I'll see a human heart in the middle of bright blue veins.
I've had these visions since I was very young but dismissed them as dreams. It seems they are happening more frequently and I've started piecing together meanings. For example, last year a bright blue hand appeared to be moving upward from my husband's side of the bed. The next day I noticed a picture of Salvador Dali's "Apparatus and Hand" that bore a striking resemblance. The symbol of the hand resonated that entire week. My husband had a broken ankle at the time and it was unclear as to whether or not the surgery he had would correct the breakage. I came to learn that the hand meant healing and the bright blue color also.
— anonymous
More Night Visions
I am writing in response to the article entitled "Night Visions." I also experience these visions. I often wake-up, screaming, with my eyes wide-open, sitting up in bed, seeing human forms (mostly) standing next to the bed. It has been happening for at least 8 years. I am desperately looking for answers. However, I don't know where to look. The sleep disorder definitions do not really describe what is happening to me.
— anonymous
Face in the Mirror - An Alternative Self?
At the time this happened, I was working as a flight attendant. After an especially tiring day, I retired to my hotel room, took off my uniform and collapsed into bed. I woke up before the alarm, went to the bathroom mirror to wash my face—and a completely different "me" stared back. In the mirror, I saw a petite blonde woman of about 25 with a short, cropped hairstyle (I am a tall Native American woman, mid-30's, and wore my hair quite long at the time.) The oddest thing was that I was completely unfazed by the fact that I'd seemingly switched bodies in the middle of the night. It's hard to describe, but that small blonde was just as much "me" as the physical me I was used to—there was no shock or strangeness at all upon seeing myself that way. (I remember thinking, very casually, "oh, changed bodies … hope the uniform still fits.") I washed my face and sat down on the bed for a moment, then fell asleep—and when I woke up again, I was in the body I'm familiar with.
This happened a couple of years ago, and I feel that it was a glimpse into an alternative self—that each of us had (and perhaps still has?) many options as to our physical form of expression. (And yes—my face was clean when I woke up for good!)
— anonymous
Voice from Beyond
One time I was washing my face in the bathroom and I heard someone or something yell my name, LYNN! So I turn around and no one is there and I go frantically searching through the house but no one is home. What do you think it was?
— Lynn
This experience has also happened to me. This is what I think: If the voice was unfamiliar to you, it may have been someone on the other side who decided to visit. If it was familiar like the dialog you hear in your head, I think it that it may have been one of your higher selves trying to get your attention, or to remind "the conscious Lynn" that you are more than she. Where was your mind wandering when this happened? — Kat
Out-Of-Body Experience (OBE) - From Room to Room
I had an out of body experience when I was younger. I was sleeping one night and I remember looking down at my body laying on my bed and I remember feeling very cold. I floated through my house from room to room. I looked at everyone sleeping in their beds. It was a very comfortable feeling. Then for some unknown reason I was looking for the door to take me outside into my yard. I could not find the door anywhere. I could find everything else but the door to the outside. Finally I just got tired of looking for the door mostly because I got scared because I could not find the door and did not (and still do not) understand why. So finally when I went back to my body, I laid down and I felt so cold like I was ice. I woke up very fast and I was kind of scared; nothing like that had ever happened to me before. That happened to me when I was 17.
— anonymous
Out-Of-Body Experience (OBE) - Me, Myself or I
One night I was reading in the loft bed near the door to my apartment. I was neither under the influence of intoxicants nor particularly tired. The upstairs neighbor had come down to my landing and was lurking outside my door again. He had become rather a nuisance, and lurking was not unusual behavior for him. I heard him rustling, and then quiet. Curious enough to want a better idea of what he was doing just outside my door, but not enough to want to confront him, I carefully let myself down onto the stool next to the loft bed and listened from there.
After perhaps three or four minutes I determined that he went back upstairs. As I turned back toward the bed I clearly saw myself still lying in it!!! Instantly, I was back in bed, in that position, looking at the ceiling, without having climbed up to get there! I was astonished.
In the process of considering what happened, I recalled one other thing. As I was turning toward the bed I had seen a bright light, like a small star, which just sort of flashed quickly in my peripheral vision then disappeared.
This had not been a dream, there was no sense of waking or of opening my eyes. It happened in real time, a continuum from when I first put the book down. This was about five or six years ago and I'm still amazed when I think about it. This was as real as anything I've ever experienced.
— anonymous from New York
Lucid Dream: Guilty of DWD (Driving while Dreaming)
While I was sleeping, I dreamed that I was driving when I suddenly realized that I was indeed dreaming AND driving. I did NOT wake up, instead I said to myself, "See if you can get a road sign, or any kind of sign, so that I could get a handle on what was happening. I looked up and saw a big green interstate sign—you know the kind that might say (I-95 South exit 5). Well THIS sign said "UP next exit - DOWN second exit." I couldn't decide what to do. I knew I didn't want the DOWN exit. I thought about going straight, but suddenly decided to take the UP ramp. I swerved, almost crashed and stopped the car at the end of the ramp, then pulled beside a roadside cafe. A white Cadillac pulled into the same lot and out steps my mother! She says, "you should hear about the dream I'M having!" And I said, "YOU SHOULD HEAR about the dream I'M having!" She proceeded to tell me about her dream and I told her that I was AWARE that I was dreaming—but that dreaming and driving could be dangerous!
This dream had many details to numerous to list; it went off on tangents and back again, but the amazing part was the integration of conscious awareness I had during a dream state.
— Elisa from Connecticut
The Ring that Came Home - Unclassifiable
In the mid-sixties when I was about 18, a guy I knew lent me a one-of-a-kind ring. I went to Times Square in New York City for New Year's Eve. I was carrying a purse with long fringe. I put the ring in my purse so I wouldn't lose it—and I held on to the purse by its fringe so tight that my fingers hurt. The crowd was shoulder to shoulder. If you took your feet off the ground, you moved with the people without falling to the pavement. I discovered that sometime during the evening the purse had opened and I had been carrying it upside down. Everything—including the ring—was lost.
Days later, I went to visit the friend who lent me the ring. My eyes immediately focused on a ring on the carpet in the center of the room. I was shocked and amazed. I couldn't for the life of me figure out how the ring that I lost in Times Square suddenly appeared, back home, 100 miles from where I lost it.
— Marcia from Connecticut
Understanding the Universe — A Moment of Clarity
I'm aware of some of my experiences on the other side and in other dimensions. I'm not always aware of how they relate to each other—except once. It happened about 15 or 20 years ago during a bad time in my life. I decided to get away and tune out to clear my mind. I rented a cottage at the beach. I took a bag of groceries and a stack of books I'd been meaning to read—and that's all I did. I was alone and had no responsibilities. I sat on the beach and looked out to sea. I ate when I was hungry, and slept when I was tired.
One morning toward the end of the two weeks, something amazing happened.
I woke from a deep, deep sleep. I felt very light. The sun had just risen and the room seemed bright. And I woke with the total, absolute understanding of the universe and how we are connected to it. Our purpose and the complexities of our existence were clear to me. There are no words to describe the feeling I experienced. My joy and wonderment of the human spirit was overwhelming. It wasn't a dream. I rose and walked around, laughing and crying and repeating aloud, "That's so simple. It's so simple." So simple in fact, I remember saying to myself that I didn't need to write it down. It was just too obvious, right there in front of us.
You can guess what happened next. I went back to sleep and when I woke, I remembered what had happened—but the understanding was gone. I tried meditating to call it back but the message remained out of reach. I've been searching for it ever since. I know it's there.
— Kat
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