I would like to make my position on ghosts and spirits clear before I tell my story. I have never believed that ghosts or spirits can exist in physical form. I don't believe in the ghostly joggers on the side of the freeway at night, or the evil spirit that lives in your attic that makes sounds, or the poltergeist that throws kitchen utensils all over the place and makes a mess of your house. Before I had the experience I am about to share with you, I did not believe in "Ghosts" at all. My views have changed.
I do believe in the Holy Spirit and the teachings of Christianity however. I do believe that we each have a soul, and that when we die that soul goes on to another realm. I would hate to think that Death is the end of it all.
I have had many dreams in my life, but only two of them seemed different than all the others. Both of these dreams I believe would classify as waking dreams. The second of these I'm not totally sure was a dream at all. First I would like to talk about the first one.
I believe a waking dream to be a dream that happens when you are somewhat conscious. These dreams involve seeing your surroundings with partially open eyes and a partially "awake" mind, sometimes referred to as dream paralysis. You cannot move or respond to these surroundings in any way, but you are aware of them. Almost always there is something about these dreams, as with all dreams that is not consistent with reality-something strange that makes the dream a dream and not a true perception. This waking dream I have no doubt was in fact just a dream.
I was asleep in my bed at my grandparents' house laying on my back facing the double closet that my grandfather used to store his Church clothes. The dream started when I became aware that my grandfather had just walked in to get his clothes out of the closet. My surroundings were as they really were. Then my grandfather took his Sunday coat out of the closet and tossed it on my bed at my feet. This is where the dream took a nightmarish turn. When my grandfather turned away from the closet he did not have his coat in his hand, he had an axe. My mind did not see him simply toss his coat on the bed. Instead my mind saw him swing the axe at my legs. I tried to sit up and move out of the way and scream, but my body would not respond. As soon as the axe came down I awoke.
This was a classic waking dream. I saw my surroundings as they were in real life, but something happened in those surroundings to give my mind something to work with to create the dream. However in the second waking dream, there was no stimulus.
My mom died four years before I saw her in the second dream. At least I think and hope it was just a dream. Again in this dream my surroundings were exactly as they were in real life. When I go to sleep each night I always shut my bedroom door. There is a street light that shines in my window that slightly lights up my room. This is why I could see my surroundings. The dream started when I heard someone crack open the door and call my name. My eyes were still closed and I opened them briefly and closed them again. I thought I was waking from a dream. Then I heard my name again. Now I was fully awake, or at least thought I was, and turned over to see who was at the door. I couldn't really see who it was but in that moment I realized it was my mom's voice. I froze. She said my name once more and opened the door. She stood there in a white night gown looking at me and did not say anything else. Then she suddenly turned, let out a blood curdling scream, ran through the room, and disappeared through the wall.
I started screaming at the top of my lungs, waking my wife who sat up asking me what was wrong. This time I was able to react in the dream. I was not paralyzed, and I did not recognize the transition from dream to reality. I am still not sure what this means. I can't even be sure that this was in fact a dream. Logic tells me that it must have been, but it was so unlike any other dream I have ever had because I can't remember transitioning or waking from it. I was sitting up when she disappeared through the wall, and I was screaming.
My wife woke up while I was still screaming, a moment after she vanished. There was no transition. The door to my room was open and everything that happened from the moment I first thought I heard my name to me being held by my wife and then telling her what happened was smooth, real. The goosebumps, the tears, the feeling of overwhelming fright was too real.
This is the only experience I have had that even comes close to being paranormal. I don't know if this kind of "contact" is normal or usual. I would like some kind of feed back. Has anyone ever heard of this kind of thing before? Has anyone ever heard of dead family members making contact like this? Has anyone ever heard of dreams transitioning to reality in this way? Seamlessly?
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