maddhatir
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And I'm gonna keep my eye on Brian - I don't trust his ghost hunting - he always ends up seeing some shadow that noone else sees. I mean, every episode? Makes me not trust him.
And I can't STAND the small guy! Is it Andy? Where's the throwup smiley? Blah! It's one of those instant dislike things - doesn't happen often with me, but when it does... Yuck. Now let me tell you how I really feel....![]()
I always though Brian was "overzealous" when it came to ghost hunting- Not that I did not want to see ghosts on the show- but ITA, he thinks everything is a ghost!

and I agree about Andy- just watch his mouth when he talks- ewwww!
Here you go- save it for when you talk about future episodes of GHI and Andy!


Hi there--can I join in? I just found this thread--used to be a huge fan of GH, but lately it's turning wussy (can I say that here?) I'm so tired of Steve's razzing of Tango. Who has the cat named "Sassy Lashes," anyway? And I miss Donna and Brian. They need to come back to the States!
And do not get me started on GHI. Rob--ugh!


We haven't had a good story in a few posts, so I'll share what I think is a past-life regression experience.
When I was about 13 or 14, my parents took us on a two-week vacation to Texas and Louisiana (we are from California, so this was a big trip for us). We flew to Dallas, then rented a van and drove around for two weeks, ending up in Dallas at the end.
One night, we were sleeping in Beaumont, TX, planning to head into Louisiana the next day. I had a really, really vivid dream about an old plantation home, complete with huge white columns, Spanish Moss and the low din of insects buzzing around. I dreamt that the house was mine, and I was sitting in a carriage at the end of a long dirt driveway, waiting for someone. I remembered wearing a very heavy long dress with a hoop in the skirt and lace gloves. Soon, a handsome man in a military uniform joined me in the carriage -- I recognized him as my husband (sort of unusual for a young teenager to dream about, KWIM?). Every detail of the house was so vivid, which I found unusual when I woke up, because other than pictures, I'd never been to a plantation home before. I also had a really weird feeling about me when I woke up -- like I hadn't really been asleep at all, was still exhausted and felt like I'd been doing something all night. I shook it off and got ready to leave with my family.
Later that morning, we decided to go to Lake Charles, LA, where my parents had heard about a beautiful plantation home that was open to visitors. As soon as we pulled up to the house, I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. This was the house in my dream. We were on a guided tour, and I kept interrupting the guide, saying things like, "This was a little girl's bedroom down this hall, right?" or "The slave quarters are around that corner?" After a while, the guide was laughing, saying, "I guess this isn't your first visit here!" I knew the layout of the house as if it were my own house. In the little girl's bedroom, I got the most eerie feeling, especially when I saw a small dress lying on top of a trunk. It was an overwhelmingly sad feeling.. and the guide said that the little girl who'd worn the dress and lived in the room died at a very young age.
I have absolutely no doubt that I lived in that home during the 1860s, that I was married to a military officer and that my daughter passed away when she was still small. The connection I felt was undeniable and to this day, I remember it all so clearly.

If you think YOU lived in the house- you should look up the name of the family who lived in the home around 1860-- and that would be YOU!!!!

