Dreamwatch

True Paranormal. Mystery Fiction.

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Premonition dreams of the dead.

I personally remember having certain dreams that I’ve had since I was literally a baby. One distinct one being my soul leaving my body and watching myself float over my own crib and mother.

Having a reoccurring dream of a house that I remember distinct details to this day though I haven’t dreamed of recently.

I also have had dreams of the dead that would occur the same day, or the preceding the day of their death whereas I would satisfyingly see them at peace, laughing and smiling and content in beautiful alternate realities.

It’s bringing me to tears just typing about it now.

— Sha’vey, New York

Note:  Sha’vey wrote a lengthy and much more detailed account of life in an alternate reality, or parallel world. Because it reads like another life, it’s filed in the Fate & Reincarnation Category.

Young girl ghost and strange scratches.

A few years ago, possibly six or seven, I was hearing footsteps on the rooftop. First I thought it was the sound of squirrels or rats or raccoons climbing on the roof, but I realized it sounded more like the footsteps of a small person or a child and this would happen late at night usually after midnight and that would happen at all times of the year even in the dead of winter when it’s 30 below zero outside.

I thought it could be the neighbors so I asked them if they had been on the rooftop walking around for some reason, of course they said no. I had no way to explain what was happening but it would happen on a regular basis. I was the only one to hear them, but I know for sure that it wasn’t a dream because I’ll be awake every time I heard it.

Then one afternoon at about 3 PM I was lying in bed with my eyes closed but I was awake and suddenly I hear the front door open.

I hear the door latch open.

I hear the clicks of lock and the creak of the door as it opens and closes. And then heard footsteps the creaking of the wood floors down the hallway. I figured it was my mother coming home so I didn’t think anything of it. Suddenly my door opens in my bedroom and I see this image of a young girl very clearly but yet I could see through her. She had long dark curly hair, was about seven years old, she was wearing a red dress.

I pinch myself to make sure I was awake and yes I was awake for about three seconds I saw the image. I close my eyes, open them again for a second, reopen them, and the image was gone.

It didn’t scare me or freak me out I was more puzzled and I questioned if I was really awake or was I dreaming, but I thought why would I be dreaming about this? Why would I be seeing this? It didn’t make sense. I was sure. I have no explanation for what happened.

Another strange experience.

If years later in a different apartment I had another strange experience.  One night I felt this burning sensation on my leg, it was morning time maybe around 6 AM and I was just waking up.

I didn’t know what it was so I checked my leg and on my leg were scratches, very strange scratches, they are on the inside on my right leg, my ankle. There was a shape of an eye and ask (?) next to it and two lines underneath almost like Roman numerals. I thought, how can I scratch myself in that strange pattern while I’m sleeping? There was no way it happened during the day since I was wearing jeans and boots so even if I had walked through the shrubs or found a way to scratch myself accidentally, there’s no way it would penetrate through my jeans and my leather boots that went up above my ankles. So again this time it was more disturbing, but I did not freak out. I was more curious as to how this could happen and kept thinking how on earth was that’s possible?

Now recently and in my new apartment I’ve been hearing different noises like the sound of the piano playing except it’s just to know it’s playing off key and it happens all times of the day every day. It’s so strange. No one else hears them upstairs or downstairs just in our apartment. At least my mother hears it, but there’s no logical explanation. It actually sounds like a live piano not a recording. It’s not an alarm. It just doesn’t make sense. Why in earth would it be the same to know it’s played off key constantly? It’s very puzzling and it’s not Friday and just more perplexing. Anyone else have any experiences like that please let me know.

— Franz, USA

Phantom smells, lights, talking and toys.

I often feel that I am “sensitive” because I feel and have seen various things throughout my life that compel me to believe so. I see shadow people, can sense activity inside and outside my home.

More recently, things I’ve had occur have begun reoccurring:

  • A smell of sweet perfume or of my ex-husband’s cologne (still very alive and well).
  • Lights dim and go back to normal
  • I hear people talking as well as babies and kids whining.
  • My children’s toys that normally function properly will start blaring through the night. Different toy each time.

I’m very aware there’s a communication that needs to take place. I’m just confused on whom to consult.

I want to know who, what, when, where and why anyone, spirit or daemon in trying to inhabit my space. Any info or suggestions? I’m a very religious and devout person so I don’t want to make any wrong steps but believe the interactions are supposed to take place. Please help.

— Honey, Arizona

“Scent of vanilla filled my room.” A story of miscarriage.

I had been experiencing weird symptoms and suspected something was going on. In December, 2015 I went to the Ob/Gyn and discovered that I was 10 weeks and 5 days pregnant (according to the ultrasound). I seen the little baby on the screen and the tiny heartbeat flickering. I was elated.

My excitement was soon replaced with fear in the upcoming weeks when I started experiencing symptoms.

In January, 2016 I suffered a miscarriage. I was devastated because I was 13 weeks along, past the “safe zone” of 12 weeks/3 months pregnant. I didn’t feel like eating or doing anything other than crying and sleeping. I couldn’t even function enough to go to work and took a week off. I felt so depressed and alone.

One night I was feeling very low when all of a sudden the overwhelming scent of vanilla filled my room. I felt this warm, comforting presence there. I don’t know why, but suddenly I didn’t feel like crying anymore. I thought that I was going nuts. This vanilla scent and presence has since returned again, on the day when that baby was supposed to be born and I was feeling low, thinking about the loss. It is here again now, while I am battling a wicked case of influenza. Something about it is calming and makes me feel like someone is here and cares. All I can figure is that it must be an angel or some other type of spiritual being.

— Melissa, Michigan

“Memories from another life, another place …”

I’ve always had reoccurring dreams in my teens and I’ve never thought too much about them other than I can remember that the same thing happens every time I have it. There’s always another person with me, a women. I’ve had numerous dreams with this same person. I can never recall her eyes but I can picture her hair and her face.

I’m 21 now and just recently I’ve had one of the most strangest dreams that even as I think about this dream I get emotional. In all my dreams with this other person there’s always been some sort of obstacle we had to pass in order to reach each other. This dream however, starts off like we just met for the first time. I’m not sure if years have passed or if this is the same lifetime with this person as my other dreams.

Later, it seemed like some sort of machine that looked almost alien was taking people up into the air. There was some sort of commotion and people starting jumping from it. It feels almost like it was set in the future with more advanced technology and there were some sort of inflatables on the ground below that people were trying to jump on.

While the girl that keeps appearing in my dreams wasn’t so lucky, I can see her being forced out of this cage and didn’t make it. I remember crying in the dream, not knowing how to get by. I remember other people helping me and it seemed as if years went by and I still couldn’t get over this tragic event. While the technology in this dream seemed much more complex the people around me were wearing robes, mostly white. When I woke up from this dream I’ve never felt so emotional in my life. I thought to myself how could a dream bring me this much sadness?

Are these memories from another life, another place, but always with the same person. I thought this memory of her dying would go away but whenever I think about it I burst into tears and no matter what I do I can’t help it. I’ve never felt so devastated in my life as to what I just experienced. I’ve starting writing a journal about these dreams or memories I keep hoping to put these pieces together. Thank you for reading.

— Tyler, Ohio

“I feel his hair. I feel his skin. I wake up crying.”

I am 19 and I had this dream that I can’t seem to get over, it has stayed with me. When I dream, I don’t remember or if I do, it is always about a situation that is happening in my life and I always recognize the people and see them very clearly, but it never feels real, it’s almost like a daze.

This dream felt so realistic to me. I was in my mid-twenties. All around me were houses, sort of hut-like and close together on both sides and only divided by a dirt path, but most were set on fire and there were people leaving these houses with their belongings and loved ones, but in the dream I was not.

I walked passed a man who was leaving his home and once he had ran off it was now mine, but I wasn’t alone. There was a white man there, also in his mid-twenties. I knew he was not meant to be there with me but our eyes met. All I did was giggle. The whole time he was speaking in a whisper so low I couldn’t understand, and in that moment, it was just me and him in a bright white room and he sat and we were in an almost intimate hug. I could not see his face because it was in my neck and I could hear his whisper, it had a slight accent but I couldn’t understand.

I played with his hair and I could really feel his hair between my hands and the heat of his soft skin. Once he stopped whispering and pulled back to look me in the eyes, I woke up with this sadness and it’s stayed and I have flashes in my sleep of his face looking up at me and wake up crying. Someone please help.

— Yamiles, Puerto Rico & Wisconsin

(Heavily edited.) Thanks for your story, Yamiles.  — Kat

My similar experience of feeling hair between my fingers was so real it startled me, too, and the sensation and the details remain with me even though years have passed. I wrote about and included my dream in my paranormal thriller Premonition of Terror, where the reader is introduced to the protagonist, reluctant psychic Kate Kasabian who believes her runaway lover has returned.

Her hand traced his shoulder and slid up the back of his neck. Her fingers combed through his hair with gentle strokes like so many times before.

The bedroom was too quiet. No fabric rustled with her movements. No psychic voices played in her head.

No lover sighed at her touch.

Her eyes shot open. …

Read Chapter Two on this site or at: Amazon “Look Inside” Premonition of Terror.

— Kat

Vision of “another life”

A few years ago I was hosing down my green house after cleaning it, it was a sunny day and I was relaxed and enjoying the cold spray. Then I saw before me like a film, another life, it passed before me like a film. I remember thinking, this is my real life, it was so familiar to me. I was not drowsy or in a trance, I actually looked away at my garden and home, just to make sure I was ‘with it’!

The life I was seeing was more real to me.

When I turned back the ‘vision’ continued, and I felt again the life I was seeing was more real to me. I tore my eyes away, and sat down feeling almost bereaved and everything I had seen disappeared from my mind.

When I was in my 30s I suffered from sleep paralysis, which was frightening. I would literally sit down close my eyes and find myself unable to move. But more frightening was sometimes when I found I could open my eyes, I’d find myself in a strange place.

— Carol, England

That’s happened to me, too, Carol, including your “bereaved” feeling. Your description is spot on. I believe we grieve for loved ones, in that time, in that place. Or are simply missing something, same as we long to return to a favorite moment when all seemed right. Thanks for your story.

— Kat

“Spirit cat has come to me.”

Hi, I’m not sure why this Spirit Cat has come to be with me. I love cats, but have not had one for a very long time, well except a kitten I found on the highway that I had to give up.

For the last few day I’ve felt this spirit cat on my bed, scratching at the sofa when I lay down. But this morning it stretched out right against my side. I wish I knew what this means. I’m going through a lot right now, unemployed, not feeling great, basically lost. Maybe it just trying to make me feel better.

— Cindy, US

Premonition warnings. The day before 9/11…

I’ve had a few premonitions in my lifetime. The earliest one I remember was when I was around 19, and I was commuting an hour to work for a “dream” job. I woke up at 3am crying my eyes out, saying over and over, “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.” My then boyfriend just put it down to a nightmare. That day when I drove to work, my tyre suddenly burst, on the freeway. My car lost control and I went into the next lane. Luckily at that moment nobody was in that lane although a huge lorry was in the other lane (two lanes from me). Shaking, I pulled over. A man in a truck came and rescued me.

I knew something was wrong

Then in my twenties when I was in London and I was walking along with my then boyfriend, and suddenly I was overcome by this sense of absolute dread. I didn’t understand it but I knew something was wrong. Next day I got a phone call from my mom telling me my cat had been hit by a car.

With my second cat, a decade later, I woke up from an awful nightmare, having dreamt that my cat was slowing being eaten, and oddly, it was by a pool (I didn’t have a pool). Next morning, my cat was missing. No sign of him later in the evening. Put up posters around the neighbourhood. Got a phone call about a week later from a lady who said, “I don’t think you want to hear this, but I found a load of cat hair on my grass. It was probably the coyotes.” My cat never came back. I knew he’d been eaten.

I know this sounds like a lie, but it’s not.

The day before 9/11

I was browsing through a store, when suddenly I had this massive sense of impending doom. I had no clue what it was, but I recognised the horrible feeling from the times before where I’ve felt this way—before something bad happened. I went home, upset.

Next morning, 9/11 on the news.

Chatting with a man online…

A much more recent premonition was just a few months ago. I had been chatting with a man online and then by text message. We were arranging to meet up. He seemed really nice, if not a bit too keen. I was genuinely looking forward to meeting him. Only the night before I was due to meet him, I dreamt that he abducted me and hurt me. I have never, ever, had any similar dream before I’ve met someone, so this freaked me out and I heeded the warning. I not only didn’t meet him—I never spoke to him again.

— Danielle, United Kingdom

Heavenly smell in India.

Hi, My name is Aswathy from India, I am here to share my real incident which happened 06/04/2017, early morning by 04am at my house while sleeping. I felt sudden smell which felt heavenly but just for 5 minutes. I guess the time when I personally felt this made me really crazy and I don’t know I am supposed to do that time. Am really waiting to know about that. That smell was really warming me. Hope that you will try to find out whether it’s just a feel or something supernatural kinda.

— Aswathy, India

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