posted on Oct, 9 2010 @ 03:38 PM
I've dreamed these dreams twice that I can remember. The first one I had was about 2 or 3 years ago. I was a ghost and I realized that I could move
things and say things that someone could hear. I thought it was funny that I could make someone scared (I'm not a cruel person like that though, in
fact I hate to play tricks on people because I don't like to be mean). I was telling others in my realm that I could do it and that they could too.
Like, I said to another person/entity or whatever, “hey come here watch this...” and said something to scare a person. The person looked so
scared, then I felt bad. So I stopped and just wandered around the world, eventually getting annoyed and sad that no one could see me. I was sitting
on a rock by a river and someone came over and talked to me. I was shocked at first, then said, “wait, you can see me?” and they said “yeah,
why?” and I said “You can hear me too? no one else can see me.” And I was happy and impressed that someone from the other realm could see me.
The other dream I had was just a few nights ago. There was a recital in the village commons, it was a boy. It was a small town, everyone but one
person showed up to watch the boy play flute (or some other similar instrument). She was a mother or mother figure, like a village elder type person.
When the recital was done, a man went to see where she was, it wasn't normal that she wouldn't be there. I followed him. I felt like he was my son
(in the dream), and he was a middle aged adult. He was in the house and looking everywhere for the woman. I followed, happily looking around at the
house (which was a nature filled house, like part dirt and trees and part normal house) as I followed him. There was a stairway that wound up to a
small secluded area. There she was, near an easel where there was a painting, she was face down in a little step down nook area, like it was her place
where she did her art or something. As he looked down at her, I did too, then it dawned on me that it was my body, and I was my spirit, like I didn't
know I was dead. I was so upset that I woke up and I couldn't stop crying for a while.
So I just wonder what some people think these dreams could signify. I am open to psychological interpretations as well as supernatural. Honestly, I
felt like the second one was real, like a past life or something. I wanted to see the boy play, so I went, even though my body didn't. The first one
felt real in the sense that I felt like, “so that must be how it feels to be a ghost.” Also, I'd love to hear other people's accounts of similar
type dreams.