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Pet ghost dog named Gunnar.

Pet ghost dog named Gunnar, gone, but not …

“The hardest thing I had to do.”

I had a dog named Gunnar that I adopted in 2000 when he was 5 weeks old. In February 2015, Gunnar let me know it was time to let him go, he was old, could barely walk, and had decided to stop eating. It was definitely the hardest thing I had to do.

“I feel something leaning against me …”

Now though, every now and then, I swear I feel something brushing or leaning against me and blow it off as one of my daughter’s cats, but when I feel the leaning, I look down and I don’t see anyone.

A large herding breed dog, Gunnar used to lean on me when he thought it was time for me to go to bed, when he wanted attention, or when he was scared. I hope he isn’t scared where ever dogs go, after they pass. I hope Gunnar is just here with me, helping me get through tough times as he always had.

— Destiny, Oregon

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Dream of an alternate life

“I dream of living an alternate life …”

I dream of just living an alternate life altogether in which I go through phases, like at the moment, I’m in college. The world is different, more beautiful, it is always sunny and the atmosphere is just beyond explanation. I can breathe better in these dreams. I can smell happiness and feel joy. I can go anywhere in these dreams and not feel the least bit fearful. It is also where I see a lot of my deceased relatives as well the settings that never change. I could explain what I’ve seen and the places that I’ve been in this reality in fine detail, but that’s not what I’m discussing in this story.

“The world is different, more beautiful. I can breathe better in these dreams. I can smell happiness and feel joy and not feel the least bit fearful — but that’s not what I’m discussing in this story…”

There’s a particular dream I’ve had a few times, once when I was about 8-10 years of age and one I’ve had sometime afterwards, into my teens, that stands out to me greatly and that I just cannot explain.

(This story is long, and a bit hard to follow. DreamWatch has done extensive editing and still can’t guess its meaning, but we felt it was of enough interest to post. Maybe it will make sense to someone.) 

Chased. Stalked. Shot.

I started having these dreams of being chased by unrecognizable human beings, being stalked, as well as shot. These dreams have followed me into my adult years, I am now 20 years old. A few months ago I was sucked into this reality yet again, but different. This one stands out the most because of its well thought out scenario, one in which I couldn’t have thought of in a million years and it’s a pretty creepy one, here’s the story:

It starts at a party, a birthday party for a baby cousin.

There were a lot of kids and a fair amount of adults so of course there was a lot of noise. In a chair next to a dryer diagonal from the bathroom sits me, my body facing four children who sat lined up against the wall. My attention turned towards my eldest cousins aged 19 and 17 who were laughing and having a conversation.

Out of the blue one little girl blurts a curse word. I quickly turned my attention to the little girl, “Watch your mouth.” The girl continues to curse not only that, but throw insults as well. Not long after, it’s a sibling showdown, back and forth we go.

In the midst of it all, I see one of my aunts speaking discreetly to a mysterious woman. Immediately, I respond, “Is something wrong?” as if I already knew something very suspect was going on or on the verge of going down.

I then turn my attention back to my eldest cousins, while at the same time watching my aunt walk into the other room with this mystery lady. I remember distinctly the same little girl blurt another curse word. I once again turn my attention to her and all of a sudden from the corner of my eye to the left, a bald black man in a suit who seems to be in his mid- to late-40s walks through my aunt’s front door and calls me out like a school sentry picking up the class clown.

I turn my attention to the little girl smiling at me as well as my aunt and the mystery lady, but for some odd reason I respectfully went with, who at the time I expected to be an officer of some sort, confident that I would be set free due to it all being a big dumb misunderstanding. But I was wrong.

Leaving the house, instead of a cop car, I was making my way to a black SUV, in which I noticed a young boy passenger about the same age as me. I have never seen these people in my freaking life!!! but I remained content as I sat in the backseat of this van and we pull off.

“The strangest thing began to happen and thinking back on it now it scares me.”

The officer and this younger boy begins singing a song that I have never heard, out of the blue, just starts harmonizing and singing like they were auditioning for the X-Factor or something. It was then when I suspected that the two were father and son so I asked them what song they were singing and the investigator tells me the name (again I’ve never heard of the song ever so I can’t remember the name) so I say “He must’ve sung that song to you a lot when you were younger” and suddenly the both of them turn to each other, grinning at one another, and if I remember correctly the younger one says in sort of a mumbled tone, “If only he knew.”

Eventually we show up to what looks like a huge fenced in lot with a garage. We’re backing into this lot and immediately I start getting anxious and we have to change vehicles seconds later. I find myself hands tied in a damn golf cart driving up to this garage at this point I’m planning my escape, yet at the same time I can’t help but be interested in what awaited behind this garage door.

Slowly the garage door opens…

Slowly the garage door opens and opens and opens and as expected … nothing, just an empty dirty garage with a single brick shaped window at the top of the back wall. It wasn’t long before I had hopped out that cart and was hauling across a busy street hopping and crossing every car, I could feel this person chasing me like I knew he was right behind me.

Now that I think about it, he was so close to me all it really took was for him to reach out his hand and grab me and from all of the crazy a traffic I shoulda’ been hit and on the ground but I think due to my determination to not get caught this time like before … yes, before (it was a quick lil’ chase in which I got caught and blacked out when I hit traffic). I was strongly determined to not get caught this time. I felt like I was running in this dream literally for a whole hour until I finally reached my grandmother’s house and running into the kitchen to grab a knife.

If I did get caught like in the older dream starring my younger self, I would be killing another version of myself…

As soon as I turned around the officer was in the kitchen and in front of me with his hands held out towards me signaling that I lower the knife and I refused. I was not gonna get caught, I couldn’t get caught, it was like in my conscious mind a very small part of it kinda knew I was in a dream or an alternate reality and that if I did get caught like in the older dream starring my younger self, I would be killing another version of myself (sad I know) so I stabbed him and as soon as that happened I heard the front door open and I just knew so I bolted to the back door.

Now in this dream like all of my dreams, my grandmother’s house is the most accurately detailed because I’ve spent so much time there. I was practically raised there so like my grandmother’s house the back porch is gone and there is a dumpster in the way. So hopping out of the back door behind this dumpster I crouch, peaking from the right as another black van and the familiar face of a Hispanic man, whom I do strongly believe was the capture of my younger self, walk up to the house.

As he approaches the younger kid, the son of the officer runs out of the house searching for me. After a few quick seconds of confusion he spots me and starts yelling and kickin’ and cursing me while being held by the Hispanic guy because of what I did to his father, suddenly the Hispanic guy tightly grabs a hold of him to calm him down and throws his arms around the son of the officer. I then heard him say in a calm and assuring tone, “Next time we’ll get him, next time.”

All I can do now is wonder whoever reads this and can share a similar story. I seen a post on here that mentioned having these same dreams which is exciting because it may better explain our superstitions and serve as proof of such things.

— Sha’vey, New York

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Premonition dreams of the dead.

Premonition dreams of the dead.

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 a Dream in an alternate life, or parallel world filed in the Fate & Reincarnation Category.

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Girl ghost. Strange scratches.

A young girl ghost.

Girl ghost — 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 see a girl ghost.

I hear the clicks of lock and the creak of the door as it opens and closes. And then heard footsteps and 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 ghost 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.

Strange scratches.

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

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Phantom smells, lights, talking and toys.

Paranormal activity — 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 paranormal 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

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Finding comfort after miscarriage.

“It must be an angel …”

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.

Finding comfort after miscarriage.

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

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“Memories from another life, another place …”

Reoccurring dreams in my teens…

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.

One of the most strangest dreams…

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.

I still couldn’t get over this tragic event…

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?

Memories from another life, another place?

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.”

A dream so real …

I am 19 and I had this dream so real 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 could hear his whisper…

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 dream so real …

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”

Another life passed before me like a film.

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.”

Spirit Cat has come to be with 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.

It stretched out right against my side …

For the last few days 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

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