here we go again
11:06 PM 6/11/06 · My Grandmother, my Mom's mom, had the Sight. Mom's had episodes of it, nothing Earth·shattering but little things, and so have I. It usually comes to me in dreams, sometimes daydreams, and it's nothing significant that's going to win me the lottery or cure cancer but every so often I just know something's going to happen or I'll recognize a place I've never been to before.
It's a thing.
I lucid dream most of the time, being conciously aware of when I'm dreaming and able to control my own actions as well as some of the reality of the dream while in a state of sleep. Every so often I've noticed a dream having a slightly different...flavor, for want of a better word. These are the ones that tend to come true. Unfortunately I don't always realize this at the time...the specifics don't come to me until I'm in the actual situation.
Others I know right from the get go but that's not always so very helpful.
I'm a long time believer in reincarnation...which is why one dream of that special flavoring has been nagging at me for so long. Had it about 2 years back and it wasn't at all unpleasant though it did have some uncomfortable aspects; it repeats too. Apparently I'd died and come back as a young girl somewhere inside of India. The uncomfortable aspect was that I fully remembered who I'd been previously and was refusing to take in new information as to this new life I'd been born into.
Can you imagine how problematic it must be to grow until a point you can speak and only then confound your new parents with how you've learned perfect English and seem to have intimate knowledge of a person that's no longer alive? Provided I didn't get burned as some kind of witch, I'd likely try and find a way to connect with anyone still living that knew me...before.
That's the scariest part really. No way to know how much time between the there and now occured. Reincarnation isn't an exact process. It's not like you die and then you pop up immediately in another life. Days or months or even years could pass...maybe even decades.
Although, there are certain advantages I suppose.
Brand once told me that he'd dance on my grave if I died before he did. Regardless when said passing might be, even if he did dance on mine, given time I could eventually return the favor. I might even have the time to have it carved onto his tombstone that the Monday Morning Blues had no plan.
Just a thought.
It's a thing.
I lucid dream most of the time, being conciously aware of when I'm dreaming and able to control my own actions as well as some of the reality of the dream while in a state of sleep. Every so often I've noticed a dream having a slightly different...flavor, for want of a better word. These are the ones that tend to come true. Unfortunately I don't always realize this at the time...the specifics don't come to me until I'm in the actual situation.
Others I know right from the get go but that's not always so very helpful.
I'm a long time believer in reincarnation...which is why one dream of that special flavoring has been nagging at me for so long. Had it about 2 years back and it wasn't at all unpleasant though it did have some uncomfortable aspects; it repeats too. Apparently I'd died and come back as a young girl somewhere inside of India. The uncomfortable aspect was that I fully remembered who I'd been previously and was refusing to take in new information as to this new life I'd been born into.
Can you imagine how problematic it must be to grow until a point you can speak and only then confound your new parents with how you've learned perfect English and seem to have intimate knowledge of a person that's no longer alive? Provided I didn't get burned as some kind of witch, I'd likely try and find a way to connect with anyone still living that knew me...before.
That's the scariest part really. No way to know how much time between the there and now occured. Reincarnation isn't an exact process. It's not like you die and then you pop up immediately in another life. Days or months or even years could pass...maybe even decades.
Although, there are certain advantages I suppose.
Brand once told me that he'd dance on my grave if I died before he did. Regardless when said passing might be, even if he did dance on mine, given time I could eventually return the favor. I might even have the time to have it carved onto his tombstone that the Monday Morning Blues had no plan.
Just a thought.