For decades I've had the occasional, reoccurring dreams of a random person standing by my bedside, staring down at me as I tried to go to sleep. I can never tell if I'm awake or not. No matter where I live, the bedroom changes to match the location. Eventually I wake myself (and everyone else) up by yelling at these people to go away.
I once had a conversation with a little girl who indicated she had fell (or been pushed?) down the stairs. Apparently she had wanted me to know exactly how that had felt like because the next thing I know, I was falling down unfamiliar stairs. I woke up before I hit the bottom. I think she had been the only one in my life who actually tried to interact with me. The others had just stood there...not moving...watching...saying nothing.
Is there such a thing as ghosts? Are these just random people my mind conjures up as I slip into that chemical, grey space between alertness and deep slumber? Whatever the truth may be, this creeps me the fuck out each time it happens.
I once had a conversation with a little girl who indicated she had fell (or been pushed?) down the stairs. Apparently she had wanted me to know exactly how that had felt like because the next thing I know, I was falling down unfamiliar stairs. I woke up before I hit the bottom. I think she had been the only one in my life who actually tried to interact with me. The others had just stood there...not moving...watching...saying nothing.
Is there such a thing as ghosts? Are these just random people my mind conjures up as I slip into that chemical, grey space between alertness and deep slumber? Whatever the truth may be, this creeps me the fuck out each time it happens.
...but^ who do you think the little girl is, or represents? Could it possibly be "You?" Or is it more the subject, or theme? Perhpas, pehapr perhaps perhaps- > I see a simialr (very!) or the same, rather example or representation, chronically in my dreams. It always happens the same way. The person, and this is always sombody/or some one who meant much to me but has now been lost out of 'My,' life... & thus, Are - but: "Untouchable." So, I will see them across the room. It could be in a public space, or gathering. It could be in an isolated room A party, where-ever. The (end) result/or outcome--is Always the same. They don't see me. They don't notice me. I can't hear them. I can't speak to them. I keep waiting, like we're somehow going to get closer, and get the chance to connect - or interact. But it never (does) happen. And that's it, that's how it ends. That is the dream.