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#3764
 	From: "pjgaenir" 
Date: Wed Jan 14, ?004 8:43 pm
Subject: Dreaming When People Die 	pjgaenir



This is an edited crosspost from TKR as I thought some folks here
might be interested in the topic.

Through my younger life, probably the only kind of psi that I heard
about in any matter of fact way, was people who would dream of a
relative dying just as it happened, or exactly ?4 hours or 3 days
before it happened, or things like that.

When I was 9 and my mother died, I had a long dream where we talked
of many things and she explained her leaving.  When I awoke, it
was 'in the back of my head'--an accepted thing and yet not fully
conscious as far as my actively thinking about it.  My father didn't
tell me about it until late the next night; I wasn't surprised.  I
cried more because he did than for myself.

My stepmother, who otherwise dismisses all forms of psi as total
hogwash, insists that she dreamed her grandmother died when young,
and told her friend about it, and hours later her mother got a call
that it had happened--at the time she had dreamed it.

In 1995 after moving around a bit, I had a solid month of nightly
dreams about my older brother.  I didn't know how to get in touch
with him.  They all seemed to be centered around his love for me and
our relationship and resolving little things we'd shared in
childhood.  Finally I told my roommate, "I've dreamed about my
brother nearly every night for a month.  I think something is
definitely up with him." The next morning my cousin called me, saying
just over a month previous, my brother had been looking everywhere
for me, had called everybody trying to find me, but nobody knew how
to contact me.  He had committed suicide shortly after--a month
prior.... since I'd been dreaming about him I guess.

Just over a month ago, one of my father's best friends in the world,
that he's known for probably 40 years, had a heart attack and died.
He lived in another state and dad hadn't talked with him in awhile
and man, he was just really broken up about it.  I felt so badly for
him.

About 10 days ago, I had this dream, that another of his old friends,
a man who'd been a little bit of a father figure to him and who he
really cared about, died.

I called him and asked him when he talked to the guy last.  He said,
it'd been nearly a year, he'd sent him some things in the mail but
not heard back from him.  I told him I had a dream that the guy died,
and to please call him.  I asked a couple days later, did you call?
And he said well I tried, but I got no answer.  Dad, I insisted,
listen, I know it's just a dream, but I really feel there's something
to this.  You need to call him, you need to talk to him.  Please, for
ME, just humor me, make it first priority.  He says yeah, I'll call
him tonight.  That was last week.

The guy died Monday, a couple days ago.  Had a stroke.  Dad just told
me today.

Here's the funny thing, he remembered talking to me about him dying,
but he thought he had told me about it.  I reminded him we haven't
talked since last week, that I'd dreamed it, and that's why we'd
talked, and then he remembered.

I told him how sorry I was about it, but that I was glad I had pushed
him to contact the fellow, and so glad he got to make contact with
him when he did.

Dad says--he is terrified of anything related to psi or stuff he
considers spooky--"Yeah, your mentioning him must have sparked some
idea in me to give him a call.  Lucky timing."  In the space of 3
seconds since my reminding him of our talk, he had AGAIN forgotten,
or instantly rewritten the history in his head.

He just can't deal with the idea that anybody could know such a
thing.  That's not allowed in his reality.  I don't mind, I won't
remind him again.  It just struck me as interesting and a little
funny to see that dynamic acted out so obviously right in front of
me.

But I'm glad dad got to talk to him. It would have been hell for him
not to have that closure on two such close friends, so close
together, especially when he's not a man that gets close to many.

I think it was my compassion for dad and his buddy Sam dying, that
made me attuned to Lucky's impending fate (the day the name failed to
serve, I suppose you could say? ).

I consider this an instance of spontaneous psi working pretty well.

PJ

	
#3766
 	From: Bill Pendragon 
Date: Wed Jan 14, ?004 9:?8 pm
Subject: Re: Dreaming When People Die 	docsavagebill



Hi Palyne,

A little sad but very interesting. Thanks for sharing
PJ..G.

Re your dad's resistance to psi. If he suddenly
changes his mind and embraces your beliefs..you had
better see him right away. My dad was the same way,
but one week before he died unexpectedly of a massive
heart attack, he changed 100%,  calling me to say that
evertything I believed WAS TRUE. He told me to please
come and visit that weekend..but alass I had too much
work to do. I sure would have liked to ask him why he
changed his mind.

Best Wishes,

Bill

	
#3768
 	From: "Elizabeth Hambrook" 
Date: Wed Jan 14, ?004 10:1? pm
Subject: Re: Dreaming When People Die 	ozblueriver



Hi PJ,

that's terrific. It's one thing to get psi related stuff, but to be able to use
it for a practical benefit is so wonderful. You must be feeling elated even if
it's somewhat dampened by sad circumstances.

Well done!

cheers
Liz

	
#3767
 	From: David 
Date: Wed Jan 14, ?004 9:57 pm
Subject: Re: Dreaming When People Die 	a_healey56



PJ,

Maybe you're an unknowing mortal accomplice of the Grim Reaper.  I'll RV the
situation and let you know for sure. ;-? )

David

-----------------
LOL.  How are you Dave?  Been awhile.
That is the first time I have not only dreamed something I *knew* was in 'this
reality' (sometimes I've suspected, but never 'known'? ).  It's also the first
time I was able to do something--no matter how small--to improve or mitigate a
coming circumstance, something picked up via psi (even if spontanous sort? ).
That alone makes it a sort of milestone in some inexplicable way.
PJ