Last week I had a dream that a drunk pregnant woman was careening down a neighborhood street in a dark (blue or black) pickup truck and crashed into a house, then got out and went into the house next door.
I didn't think much of it, but on the news this morning, there was a report of a drunk woman in St. Pete who was driving drunk into oncoming traffic with her 5 month old child in the car and crashed into a nissan and a blue pickup truck, then crashed into the house of the man who owned the pickup truck. They showed a picture of the pickup truck and the house and it looked oddly familiar.
My dream wasn't exactly right, but still pretty close. I should be paying more attention to my dreams...
Friday, June 19, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Precognitive dream?
I've had many precognitive dreams. Some have been scarily accurate premonitions, and others have had precognitive elements. Some of them are too personal to even share on a blog. This one that I'm going to share is one that had precognitive aspects and strong emotions.
This is a weird, possibly precognitive dream that I had almost a year ago before I moved into a new place. I actually hadn’t been on the premises yet and hadn’t met the landlord or my neighbors prior to having this dream.
In the dream, the landlord was a woman. Once arriving at the house, she told us that there was a ghost named “Sarah” who lived there, and sometimes you can hear her moving around upstairs. There was a pond in my bedroom (with lily pads) and the house was 2 stories (in reality, there‘s no second floor).
My mother was there, and so was my grandfather and another man (who was apparently a medium). I’m pretty sure the land lady was still there, but her presence was irrelevant. I saw a little girl, maybe between the ages of 6 and 8. She was very cute and smiley. I asked her to “come here”. I told her I wanted to ask her a favor.
“Please don’t scare me”, I said. “Go to bed at night and play upstairs during the day.”
I was holding her little hand in both of mine as I was saying this. She ran away and no one saw her except one other person (the medium). My grandpa said he saw something as she ran off (he said the word “transported”).
A week or so later, I was moving into the new house. Ron, my next door neighbor, and his wife seemed very familiar to me. He’s a nice man, probably about 70 years old. For the first week or two, he spent some time doing work on the house for the land lord, and he came by on my birthday when I had some family over. My grandpa and my mom were there. We were talking in the kitchen and Ron asked whose birthday it was. He commented that his birthday was also in October, and that his daughter’s birthday would have been in October, too. She would have been in her 30’s now, but she died when she was 8. She drowned on a raft in a lake, and her older brother survived. He tried to help her, but couldn’t, and years later, he killed himself because of the guilt.
It didn’t hit me at first, but I thought about the dream with the ghost of the little girl and the pond with lily pads in my room and wondered if her name was Sarah. My window of opportunity to ask her name passed, and I never felt I could bring it up again to ask him. But I have a strong feeling that it was.
The dream had a lot of emotion in it and it stuck with me for a long time. I still think of it often, and when I hear creaking coming from the roof in my bedroom, I just figure it’s squirrels or raccoons up there. I’ve never felt any negative energies in the house.
This is a weird, possibly precognitive dream that I had almost a year ago before I moved into a new place. I actually hadn’t been on the premises yet and hadn’t met the landlord or my neighbors prior to having this dream.
In the dream, the landlord was a woman. Once arriving at the house, she told us that there was a ghost named “Sarah” who lived there, and sometimes you can hear her moving around upstairs. There was a pond in my bedroom (with lily pads) and the house was 2 stories (in reality, there‘s no second floor).
My mother was there, and so was my grandfather and another man (who was apparently a medium). I’m pretty sure the land lady was still there, but her presence was irrelevant. I saw a little girl, maybe between the ages of 6 and 8. She was very cute and smiley. I asked her to “come here”. I told her I wanted to ask her a favor.
“Please don’t scare me”, I said. “Go to bed at night and play upstairs during the day.”
I was holding her little hand in both of mine as I was saying this. She ran away and no one saw her except one other person (the medium). My grandpa said he saw something as she ran off (he said the word “transported”).
A week or so later, I was moving into the new house. Ron, my next door neighbor, and his wife seemed very familiar to me. He’s a nice man, probably about 70 years old. For the first week or two, he spent some time doing work on the house for the land lord, and he came by on my birthday when I had some family over. My grandpa and my mom were there. We were talking in the kitchen and Ron asked whose birthday it was. He commented that his birthday was also in October, and that his daughter’s birthday would have been in October, too. She would have been in her 30’s now, but she died when she was 8. She drowned on a raft in a lake, and her older brother survived. He tried to help her, but couldn’t, and years later, he killed himself because of the guilt.
It didn’t hit me at first, but I thought about the dream with the ghost of the little girl and the pond with lily pads in my room and wondered if her name was Sarah. My window of opportunity to ask her name passed, and I never felt I could bring it up again to ask him. But I have a strong feeling that it was.
The dream had a lot of emotion in it and it stuck with me for a long time. I still think of it often, and when I hear creaking coming from the roof in my bedroom, I just figure it’s squirrels or raccoons up there. I’ve never felt any negative energies in the house.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Vision Part II
The following vision is something I experienced a few weeks after the preceding one (Vision part I: here), and sort of corresponds with the first.
It was deeply impacting and nearly indescribable with language, as it was an intense personal experience.
It took place in the same setting again, with the shield of water, a castle on the shore and an island with forests. Again, I saw the man standing on the island. I went up to the castle and wanted to ask the man in the purple robe who that was. When I went to ask him, he put his finger to his lips and said, "Ssh."
I followed the spiral stairs down the tower again, stopping to look out of a small window at the blue sky and bright white clouds, then continued on down the stairs and back out to the island. I sat at the sandy shore on the island with my knees to my chest. Someone was sitting next to me.
"Are you Jesus?", I asked. "Are you my Animus? My higher self? Who are you?"
We sat in silence for a few moments. Then, without words, he took my hand. The sound of a trumpet blowing in the distance filled the air. Then there was beautiful music, and we began dancing. He swirled me about and just danced with me. No words needed to be said. The music was enchanting and I heard the sound of rushing water. (We were either wearing white or surrounded by bright white light.) The experience was so pure and beautiful, I felt a heavy aching that gripped my core and I started crying (and I was actually crying as I was meditating, trembling and tears rolling down my cheeks).
I told him I was sorry, and that I didn't know why I was crying. I felt very emotional. He said God loves all of his children. He let me know that I need to learn to love myself. And the last line I remember before coming out of my meditative state were the words, "Don't forget who you really are".
It was deeply impacting and nearly indescribable with language, as it was an intense personal experience.
It took place in the same setting again, with the shield of water, a castle on the shore and an island with forests. Again, I saw the man standing on the island. I went up to the castle and wanted to ask the man in the purple robe who that was. When I went to ask him, he put his finger to his lips and said, "Ssh."
I followed the spiral stairs down the tower again, stopping to look out of a small window at the blue sky and bright white clouds, then continued on down the stairs and back out to the island. I sat at the sandy shore on the island with my knees to my chest. Someone was sitting next to me.
"Are you Jesus?", I asked. "Are you my Animus? My higher self? Who are you?"
We sat in silence for a few moments. Then, without words, he took my hand. The sound of a trumpet blowing in the distance filled the air. Then there was beautiful music, and we began dancing. He swirled me about and just danced with me. No words needed to be said. The music was enchanting and I heard the sound of rushing water. (We were either wearing white or surrounded by bright white light.) The experience was so pure and beautiful, I felt a heavy aching that gripped my core and I started crying (and I was actually crying as I was meditating, trembling and tears rolling down my cheeks).
I told him I was sorry, and that I didn't know why I was crying. I felt very emotional. He said God loves all of his children. He let me know that I need to learn to love myself. And the last line I remember before coming out of my meditative state were the words, "Don't forget who you really are".
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Vision (Part I)
About a week ago, I had a vision while meditating. It could be a vision from a past-life, or possibly just a personal message for me to use in my current life. Make of it what you will. It kind of gave me an idea of why I'm magnetized toward certain things and people in this lifetime.
I had just finished working out and I sat down to meditate. After slipping into a heavy meditative state, I found myself on a rock in the middle of a vast and endless body of water, encapsulated by a wall of rushing water surrounding me (like a bubble). The water died down and I could see an island across the water with forests. Standing alone on the island was a man with long dark hair. It looked like he was wearing light-colored cloth. I felt as if I needed to get to him, but as soon as I started having those feelings, my attention was drawn down to the ground where I saw a snake going after a mouse. I picked up the little white mouse and held it in my hand, saving him from the snake. From there, I proceeded toward a castle on the water’s edge. I went up a winding staircase and down to the end of a hall, where I encountered a man in a purple robe. He led me into a room at the end of the hall and to the right. He led me into a room with walls lined with books. He warned me not to take anything I see to heart and to just let it flow through me, without getting scared or excited, and see things for what they are, not what I want them to be. I agreed, and I was suddenly standing in sand. I looked up behind me and saw an Egyptian statue engraved on the front wall of a temple-like structure. It was some sort of animal that resembled a cat and there was something purple on its neck. I walked through the entrance and once inside, I saw a small tree with some kind of red fruit or berries on it. There was a room ahead of me, and when I went inside, there was a mirror on the wall. I walked in front of it and I could see my image. It was difficult to focus on, but I had long dark hair and I was wearing red see-through garments with harem pants, like belly dancers wear. I walked back out, and in the back courtyard area, there was a fireplace. I could hear the sound of drums and I got the distinct feeling that I must have been some kind of entertainer. I not only heard the drums, but I FELT them. I felt the man’s hands as they passionately drummed a rhythm that my hips would quaver to. A sound of pure beauty that gripped my core and radiated back out of me. Many would watch me, but only one would watch me with such lustful eyes… the man whose hands made me shiver in dance. Even in a crowd of cheering and applause, he is the only one I saw. I was dancing just for him. I felt these feelings very intensely in my vision, then I saw flashes of images. A large, white-haired man with a round face almost resembling Santa Claus was screaming in my face. He was pointing and yelling at the man (my lover). My secret affair with this musician was something shameful and wrong. I saw a flash of another scene where I was visiting my lover, who was imprisoned. He had been beaten and I had to escape and run away. I realized that this man was possibly the dark-haired man that I saw across the water on the island, and I have a feeling that if any of this really means anything, it could be the reason why I have a fondness for musicians in this present lifetime. Also, I think I was rather famous for my entertaining, so perhaps that is why I have a strong desire to entertain or be appreciated/famous. I get very uncomfortable with loud confrontations, too. A friend of mine also pointed out to me that the mouse I stopped to pick up could symbolize stopping to help something seemingly insignificant along my life’s journey. (Maybe helping to save humanity from the evil "serpent".)
Vision Part II: Click Here
I had just finished working out and I sat down to meditate. After slipping into a heavy meditative state, I found myself on a rock in the middle of a vast and endless body of water, encapsulated by a wall of rushing water surrounding me (like a bubble). The water died down and I could see an island across the water with forests. Standing alone on the island was a man with long dark hair. It looked like he was wearing light-colored cloth. I felt as if I needed to get to him, but as soon as I started having those feelings, my attention was drawn down to the ground where I saw a snake going after a mouse. I picked up the little white mouse and held it in my hand, saving him from the snake. From there, I proceeded toward a castle on the water’s edge. I went up a winding staircase and down to the end of a hall, where I encountered a man in a purple robe. He led me into a room at the end of the hall and to the right. He led me into a room with walls lined with books. He warned me not to take anything I see to heart and to just let it flow through me, without getting scared or excited, and see things for what they are, not what I want them to be. I agreed, and I was suddenly standing in sand. I looked up behind me and saw an Egyptian statue engraved on the front wall of a temple-like structure. It was some sort of animal that resembled a cat and there was something purple on its neck. I walked through the entrance and once inside, I saw a small tree with some kind of red fruit or berries on it. There was a room ahead of me, and when I went inside, there was a mirror on the wall. I walked in front of it and I could see my image. It was difficult to focus on, but I had long dark hair and I was wearing red see-through garments with harem pants, like belly dancers wear. I walked back out, and in the back courtyard area, there was a fireplace. I could hear the sound of drums and I got the distinct feeling that I must have been some kind of entertainer. I not only heard the drums, but I FELT them. I felt the man’s hands as they passionately drummed a rhythm that my hips would quaver to. A sound of pure beauty that gripped my core and radiated back out of me. Many would watch me, but only one would watch me with such lustful eyes… the man whose hands made me shiver in dance. Even in a crowd of cheering and applause, he is the only one I saw. I was dancing just for him. I felt these feelings very intensely in my vision, then I saw flashes of images. A large, white-haired man with a round face almost resembling Santa Claus was screaming in my face. He was pointing and yelling at the man (my lover). My secret affair with this musician was something shameful and wrong. I saw a flash of another scene where I was visiting my lover, who was imprisoned. He had been beaten and I had to escape and run away. I realized that this man was possibly the dark-haired man that I saw across the water on the island, and I have a feeling that if any of this really means anything, it could be the reason why I have a fondness for musicians in this present lifetime. Also, I think I was rather famous for my entertaining, so perhaps that is why I have a strong desire to entertain or be appreciated/famous. I get very uncomfortable with loud confrontations, too. A friend of mine also pointed out to me that the mouse I stopped to pick up could symbolize stopping to help something seemingly insignificant along my life’s journey. (Maybe helping to save humanity from the evil "serpent".)
Vision Part II: Click Here
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
After the Frost
After the Frost
Dark, hollow silence
There’s nothing left to feel
Digging down into the depths
Hitting steel
Waiting for a meaningful thought
Aching for desire
Nothing coming in, nothing going out
Toss the empty cauldron to the pyre
The eidolons are swarming
And waiting at the gate
The clock is ticking
Motionless
The time has come, don’t hesitate
I’ll want you until you love me
There’s something wrong beneath these eyes
I’ll search for you until you find me
Then I’ll run and hide
I’ll be the longing lustful devil’s breath
That whispers in your scarlet dreams
Wrapped in velvet mystery, spinning--
I could be anything
Until you know my secret skin
I take such care to hide within
You look into my soul, forgiving
My damaged heart--it’s not worth saving
Leave your footprints at my door
I sweep away the dust
I’ll break your heart too many times
Recover me, after the frost
-Nicole Tancredi 2/3/09
Dark, hollow silence
There’s nothing left to feel
Digging down into the depths
Hitting steel
Waiting for a meaningful thought
Aching for desire
Nothing coming in, nothing going out
Toss the empty cauldron to the pyre
The eidolons are swarming
And waiting at the gate
The clock is ticking
Motionless
The time has come, don’t hesitate
I’ll want you until you love me
There’s something wrong beneath these eyes
I’ll search for you until you find me
Then I’ll run and hide
I’ll be the longing lustful devil’s breath
That whispers in your scarlet dreams
Wrapped in velvet mystery, spinning--
I could be anything
Until you know my secret skin
I take such care to hide within
You look into my soul, forgiving
My damaged heart--it’s not worth saving
Leave your footprints at my door
I sweep away the dust
I’ll break your heart too many times
Recover me, after the frost
-Nicole Tancredi 2/3/09
Monday, February 2, 2009
Had another strange dream last night...
I was in a strange house with a lot of rooms...kind of maze-like. The outside looked like some kind of country club. I opened a door to a room and a young Joe Strummer had his pants down and I think he was on the phone. I quickly shut the door, and as I was going down the hallway, he came out after me and he was saying, "you know I love my wife, right?" but he acted like he wanted me. In another room, I was standing behind a young Hunter S. Thompson and he was fumbling around looking for something near the floor and he was humming the tune "Bom ba ba bom ba bom ba bom bom ba ba bom ba ba bom ba ba dang a dang dang" from Blue Moon.
I was in a strange house with a lot of rooms...kind of maze-like. The outside looked like some kind of country club. I opened a door to a room and a young Joe Strummer had his pants down and I think he was on the phone. I quickly shut the door, and as I was going down the hallway, he came out after me and he was saying, "you know I love my wife, right?" but he acted like he wanted me. In another room, I was standing behind a young Hunter S. Thompson and he was fumbling around looking for something near the floor and he was humming the tune "Bom ba ba bom ba bom ba bom bom ba ba bom ba ba bom ba ba dang a dang dang" from Blue Moon.
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