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.