This is going to sound really strange

[Liberty Belle]

Wow...I guess that's my answer...sorry I didn't see that sooner. I never heard of such a thing. That sounds AWFUL for anyone!!

I had it happen to me once and it was terrifying. I was in my parents house, home from college. I woke up at twilight and saw this man floating above me. I still can see him. He was small (5'6" - 5'7"), had reddish hair, brown pants, and a green coat. When I first saw him, he was right up at the ceiling parallel) and he started floating down to me. He landed on me and I could feel the weight of his body.

I couldn't move or talk for about two to three minutes. It was awful!

 

[Bluestars]

Lucid dreaming seems like it would be a blast!

Lucid dreams are great. Whenever I wake up in my dreams, I immediately take off flying. One time I flew over the ocean and then swam in the ocean, breathing in water. It was an incredible feeling. You can do whatever you want to do. Also, the colors are so vibrant and real. I am always amazed at the details in my dreams.

Unfortunately, I don't have lucid dreams very often.

 

[eeyoresmom]

First, let me explain that we have never raised our children to believe in ghosts or put any emphasis on the supernatural ( besides a belief in God) DD had an experience at college 2 years ago. She was attending a college in central Massachusetts and they had to open an old annex of dorm rooms that hadn't been used to house students in many years. For several weeks before this particular day she heard a man whistling happily very close to her ear. She was very wierded out about it, but because it was such a joyful whistling that only lasted a few seconds, she wasn't really frightened. One day she called me at work in the early afternoon, crying. She was studying alone in her dorm room just after lunch. She told me that she fell asleep studying and was dreaming that she was talking to a friend of hers that had recently moved to Florida. In her dream she was trying to convince her friend to come back to Massachusetts, and because the leaves were turning color, she said to her friend "Look at the pretty leaves"...don't read any further if you are frightened by stuff like this...She felt herself wake up suddenly by a wind swirling around her face so violently that she could not easily breathe and thousands of voices mocking hers saiyng "look at the pretty leaves" over and over. Continues below as I am running out of room

 

[eeyoresmom]

Sorry for the akward interuption, I just stopped typing when I got to where I thought I was out of room! She felt the full weight of a person on top of her and could not scream or move anything. She had a blanket over the lower half of her body and as all of this was going on, the mocking voices, the wind around her head, etc. ,the blanket was moving from her feet, up her body so that her legs were slowly being exposed. She was desperate and said to me "Mom, I don't know why, but I just started saying the Lord's Prayer. I didn't even know I remembered it!" When she got to "Thy will be done" everything stopped suddenly and she was lying in her bed with the blanket bunched around her waist. She went down to speak to someone in administration and believe it or not, they weren't at all surprised! The RA working in the office told her that when they were preparing to open the annex that summer, there was one young lady working in the whole building which was locked. She went to another floor and when she came back to DD's floor, all of the mirrors had been taken out of the rooms and bathrooms and lined up along the hallway wall. Just before they closed this annex to housing students, several things happened. The only one I can recall now is that one girl was getting ready in the bathroom and a bright red hand print appeared on her upper arm. The hand print turned into a nasty bruise. Also, electronics never worked in that building. People would say that they got calls from the girls that lived there(DD included) in the middle of the night. When the girls checked their cell phones, there were no calls recorded. Alarm clocks did not work. When My Dd reported her experiece the RA in the office actually told her that she should call the "***** Historical Society", that they would want to hear her story. Many years ago, a doemitory next door to my DD's burned down and several student's died. the odd thing is, the building rebuilt on the original site has had no reported incidents, just the neighboring one DD was in. When DD was in the annex, there were only 7 other girls in the building, none of them finished the year there. She will still not speak about this incident with anyone but me. She thinks people will think she is crazy. She is convinced it was supernatural. She does readily admit she was asleep when it started, but felt an extremely abrupt "switch" and what she describes as "thousands of demon voices' saying "look at the pretty leaves" The voices were the worst part. She said it went on for several minutes. I don't know what it was, but I'm glad we taught her the Lord's Prayer. BTW, several months after this, she was watching an interview with Jessica Alba after the release of a movie she had made about something supernatural. The interviewer asked Jessica if she had ever has a supernatural experience. Jessica told the exact same story as DD's. DD was more upset after seeing that interview, then she was after the experience itself. I think it really frightened her that it wasn't just a "quirk" that happened to her.

 

[Syrreal]

I've both woken myself up from dreams as well as taken control of them. As pp said, it tends to bde when they are bad/sad dreams.

eeyoresmom- That is a wild experience!

 

[hereyago]

First, let me explain that we have never raised our children to believe in ghosts or put any emphasis on the supernatural ( besides a belief in God) DD had an experience at college 2 years ago. She was attending a college in central Massachusetts and they had to open an old annex of dorm rooms that hadn't been used to house students in many years. For several weeks before this particular day she heard a man whistling happily very close to her ear. She was very wierded out about it, but because it was such a joyful whistling that only lasted a few seconds, she wasn't really frightened. One day she called me at work in the early afternoon, crying. She was studying alone in her dorm room just after lunch. She told me that she fell asleep studying and was dreaming that she was talking to a friend of hers that had recently moved to Florida. In her dream she was trying to convince her friend to come back to Massachusetts, and because the leaves were turning color, she said to her friend "Look at the pretty leaves"...don't read any further if you are frightened by stuff like this...She felt herself wake up suddenly by a wind swirling around her face so violently that she could not easily breathe and thousands of voices mocking hers saiyng "look at the pretty leaves" over and over. Continues below as I am running out of room

Dang,I should have really paid attention to your warning because now I have goosebumps!!!!!!!!

 

[WDWBarb]

I remembered an instance where a name was called. It's actually something I could never forget but I didn't relate it to this thread until today.

My DMiL battled cancer for several years (she was very young) and lost that battle just weeks before DD (her first grandchild) was born. I took care of DMiL and although I had only been married to her son a few years, she became my best friend. She had one goal - to see and hold her grandbaby.

A week or so after DD was born, I started cleaning out her house for sale (she was a widow). It was very difficult for me to be in the house without her and my heart was aching the entire time. It took me about 2 weeks (I was also dealing with a newborn, my first baby) and all I had left was a small pile of items that I wasn't sure if we sould keep them or donate them to charity. I called DH and asked him to come by and look at them. He didn't want to - he never wanted to come to the house again. He wasn't dealing with the loss of both parents very well (is it even possible?) in such a short time.

I placed the pile just inside the garage door and finally convinced him he could just take a few steps in the house and it would be over. He arrived, walked in the house and we both heard his mother call his name from her bedroom. It was something she always did when she heard his voice. I suddenly felt like ice was moving over my arms and goosebumps broke out all over me.

He simply said, "Yes, mom - it's me." He then told me to donate the stuff and left.

I sat there crying for a long time, but it was a cleansing cry. Sure, we both could have hallucinated it. We both could have mistaken children playing on the street for her voice calling his name. But I'd like to think that DMiL did get to see her grandbaby and speak to her son one more time.