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The whole different frequency thing is kind of also how i think death is too in a way.
I don't believe in heaven and hell and the devil and god or anything like that.
But more so when we die, it's just another level of consciousness, and if you are able to tune into a different frequency through certain emotions, it would explain why we sometimes dream of really talking to people after they died.
In my middle school days however I was fond of this girl that I used to talk to about dreams a lot. One day we finally kissed and it has been a big build up of over a year of friendship. The next day I call her on the phone to discuss my dream and in her approach to go first this time, she described the exact same dream that I had the same night. I didnt tell her first so i was able to KNOW that we both dreamed the same thing the same night.
I had a odd dream a few nights ago. I was sitting at a small table in a small bar with Keith Richards, in the middle of the afternoon in an apparent tropical local. Hot and humid, with a thatched roof. When the door would open, the sunlight pouring in was almost blinding. It seemed like an off day in their tour. Eric von Daniken was the bartender, and also the tour doctor. Keith made me go up to Eric and request some pills, which he happily agreed to do, but back at the table Keith told me that the Stones don't really like the guy. Then I woke up. Pretty crazy, huh?
Your thoughts, comments?
Thanks.
I have had a maze dream before, it was in an underground tunnel system, almost like catacombs, but it was well lit. I was aimlessly going up and down small flights of stairs looking for someone.
I remember thinking that the walls and and stairs looked liked sandstone.
The dream that I had involving smell, was a little unnerving, but it was not rotten egg smell, it was sulphur.
I was talking to my deceased husband and telling him he smelled awful, he apologized and asked for a hug, but I had a strange feeling it was not him I was actually talking to, his eyes were not normal, they looked like this..
Originally posted by KPJBeliever
The strangest part is as I got older I started to ask our Mom if she knew anyone by those names, because we never knew any adults by those names when we were kids. The only George she could think of was a boy she had been friends with when she was a preteen; My aunts and mom, sadly, watched him get hit and killed by a drunk driver when they were walking home from school with him. It turns out he had a sister named Anita.... I literally got chills when I found out that Anita was the name of his sister.... It STILL freaks me out!
Originally posted by KPJBeliever
reply to post by starheart
I did describe what I could remember of him to my Mom, about his physical appearance and personality. She said it sounded like him....especially the personality traits, like the fact that he had a great sense of humor and was always playing pranks.