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From: lmb3c@algol.astro.Virginia.EDU (Larissa M. Bowles)
Subject: More ghosts and other things
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First, thanks to all those who wrote encouraging me to write more.
It's really nice to be loved! :)
Second, here are my stories:
My dad used to work regularly at a local rescue squad, which meant
that he spent Monday nights out there, away from home. On those
occasions, my mom would have me sleep in my dad's spot - made her (and
me) feel safer. Anyway, for about three weeks in a row on those
nights, I had three nightmares. One was about my Gram getting sick,
one was about our house catching fire and burning to the ground, and
the other was about two men (robbers) breaking into our house with my
mom being the only one home at the time. Well, I would wake up
terrified and tell my mom about them and she'd shrug them off. But
then, the one about my Gram getting sick came true. (As you'll read
below) my Gram did get sick and bedridden, my mom and I went to go see
her without my dad and brother, my aunt was the primary caretaker,
there was a point where this aunt came in and told me and mom that we
should let my Gram sleep (we were the only two in the room at the
time). Basically, I grabbed a whole portion of the future and
accurately dreamt about it. I got everything right. I had this dream
about a year or so before my Gram actually go sick. I realized the
coincidences while we were up there with her. I'm still waiting
frightfully for the other two to come true, although I hope they never do!
In 1987 my Gram was 67. She'd smoked cigarettes for 55 years. In
March of that year, she developed a cough which quickly deteriorated
into lung cancer. By late April, she was bedridden. It was very sad.
My mom and I (I was 13) went up to visit her and help take care of her
- it was in late April and we were gone for about a week. (She lived in
Michigan and I lived in Virginia, so we weren't very close.) When it
was time to leave to fly back, we were saying good-byes to each other.
I did all I could to hold off tears, because I knew it was going to
be the last time I'd ever see her. I gave her a hug and kiss, and
told her I loved her. But I could not manage to say "good-bye". So,
we came back and I returned to my very exciting life as a junior-high
student. A few weeks later, May 8 to be exact, I was at school. It
was about 11am, right before lunch and I was starving. I was in
life-science class and out job was to look through different
microscopes and observe all the various creepy-crawly things. Well, I
went over to the microscope closest to the door and looked into it.
At that point, I felt a hand on my shoulder, coming from behind me.
Thinking it was just someone in my class, I looked up to see who it
was. But there was no one there. When I turned around, I looked up
to see what time it was (I said I was hungry) and that's when I
noticed it was 11. As I turned around to look back into the
microscope, I *distinctly* heard my Gram's voice, almost like it was
coming from behind me, say "goodbye". I was rather frieked out, but I
didn't have any good friends in the class, so I just blocked it out
and attributed it to imagination. But, about an hour later, I got
notice that my mom and dad and brother were outside the school in the
car waiting for me. When we got home, mom told us that Gram died that
day. Thinking of what had happened, I asked her when, she said "about
11". Needless to say I was heart-broken - not only because I wasn't
with her, but because I didn't even have enough composure, the last
time I was, to say bye.
My mom and I both believe that I actually heard Gram, and that she
came to see me to tell me "bye" because wasn't able to say it to her.
It's a very comforting thought.
Well, I have a question for those of you out in netland. (If this
sounds familiar, it's because I asked it before.) Has anyone ever had
the same dream at the same time each year for about eight years
straight? When I was little, around 4, I had a dream on the night
before my birthday. I remember it becuase it was very scary. It was
of a man/creature in a big dark overcoat (kinda like what obiwan wore
in Star Wars only with the hood up). He came into my room and started
to chase me around. I was walking backwards the whole time, trying to
get away, but looking at him. This guy was definite evil. I
eventually backed up against an armoire and became trapped. The guy
kept coming towards me. When he got close enough, he'd reach out. But
just as he was about to grab me, I'd wake up. It was a scary dream,
but I forgot about it. But the next year, same night, I dreamt it
again. The exact same thing happened. Then every year until I turned
13 I had this exact dream on the night right before my birthday. I'm
just wondering if this has ever happened to anyone else. (My mom
thinks I'm bonkers.) Maybe it was my own personal birthday fairy, but
if so, I'm not sure what I ever did to deserve that. Any ideas?
Thanks for listening.
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Larissa M. Bowles The Universe is laughing
lmb3c@virginia.edu behind your back.
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