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Originally posted by Alphaprimez1
I've heard of cases where a murder or other tragic event happened at a place that was so powerful or negative that it actually left an imprint of the event while the people were still alive... Also, how does our dreaming mind conjure up images of people that we have never seen before? Perhaps those people are other dreamers... Or ghosts.edit on 20-1-2011 by Alphaprimez1 because: (no reason given)
Originally posted by StlSteve
reply to post by Paulos
And you saw him at his desk and didn't ask him anything? Just went on ATS and posted. Yeah, pretty weird
Originally posted by snowen20
reply to post by Paulos
When I opened my eyes I was doing the impossible I was standing in the living room of our house from 1982. It was as real as literally being there. I felt the carpet on my feet and smelled what my mother was cooking. I remember trying to take it all in as I moved toward the kitchen to find my mom. I was almost in a panic. About that time I heard my mom say…”It’s ready.” Referring to what I guess was dinner and as I was about to pass the hall way I peeked around the corner to see if anyone was coming and saw….MY SELF at the end playing with this blue pillow with blue fringe. We locked eyes and my heart stopped, When I got up and came running toward myself exclaiming “Richard!” I about flipped the @$@# out and jumped back. When I did it was like I was slammed back into my body. I mean it knocked the breath out of me. I clearly remember yelling very loudly..WHAT THE F$@$ WAS THAT!!.........The reason I remember saying that is because my dad was outside in the flower bed picking weeds and yelled at me for cursing through my window. Lol..
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Originally posted by StlSteve
reply to post by Paulos
And you saw him at his desk and didn't ask him anything? Just went on ATS and posted. Yeah, pretty weird