There was an old man who lived on the road I drove every day to get to the highway. He sat on his front porch drinking his morning coffee, and he always waved at me when I drove by and I always waved back. This went on for the better part of a decade.
One day I was taking to my neighbor about how much ‘Mr.So-and-so’ waving made my morning awesome and I was glad he was still kicking around.
My neighbor says “Wait what? He has been dead for 3 years.”
Never saw him again. Who was I waving at?
One morning I woke up to my alarm going off at 6:30 as usual and got up and cooked breakfast.
As soon as I sat down to eat, my alarm went off again and I woke up in bed. I dreamed that I woke up and went about my morning routine.
That was easily the most disorienting thing I’ve ever experienced.
Woke up to my grandad stood by the door staring at me. Scared the shit out of me and there was a flash and he was gone. He’s been dead about 7 or 8 years at that point. I asked my mum she said yeah he often did that. He’d wake my Nan up for work by knocking on the window.
I once took a nap at my boyfriends house and fell into a deep sleep. His best friend died two years ago (We’ll call him J) and I never got the chance to meet him. I only know stories that my boyfriend tells me. I began dreaming. I dreamt I woke up from my nap and walked around the house to find my boyfriend. I kept running into people I know and each time I would say, “I am sleeping right now, I need to wake up.” For about 2 hours, I walked around trying to convince everyone this wasn’t reality and that this was actually a dream.
Then I met J. He was in the dream…but he wasn’t. I could tell he was the only other real entity and everything else was part of the dream. I said, “Hello…I’m so and so.” He said, “I know.” and then I said, “So you’re J…” and he nodded. At that moment we both knew we were meeting for the first time. We just looked at each other and knew. Then I woke up. I told my boyfriend, “I think I just met J…” and described the dream. He then explained to me that J was really into lucid dreaming and would study it and try to train himself to lucid dream, or take acid/shrooms and try to dream.
The whole experience was really crazy but I’m convinced I was in a different dimension and met his deceased best friend.
Once woke up to the sound of heavy breathing and felt as if I was being watched. I couldn’t move for awhile either. Then I just blurted out my dog’s name and kept calling for him. He didn’t run over, and as soon as I could get myself to move I went looking for him. Found him sitting in the kitchen doorway, just staring straight forward. I started calling him from right behind him and he wouldn’t even turn around. Then I touched his back and he turned to glance at me, but went right back to his trance.
A year or so after the fact, I found out that the first thing was probably sleep paralysis. Not too sure about what was going on with the dog though.
I had a “dream” twice. In this dream I was on the most beautiful island surrounded by the must beautiful emerald sea. I woke on one of those long chairs near the beach and was approached by and old jolly man that told me: Everything is ok, we just have some traffic, that in a couple of minutes I was going to be back home, that I enjoyed myself meanwhile.
The island had other people, everyone relaxed. I made small chat with some guy, and he asked me where I was from. I told him the name of the city I live in, he replied to me that he had never heard about it, and he also named his own “city” something like “sector r61”. That was weird, but in this island I was unable to freak out, or get mad or anything. I was relaxed all the time so I thought nothing of it. Also he didn’t look 100% human.
Eventually the old man returned and told me that everything was solved now and that I was ready to go back. The next thing I knew is that I was awake in my bedroom at 7 am exactly. Completely relaxed and felt in top condition.
Had a dream where my boss hurt his back and he couldn’t work that day. he came out with his shirt off and informed me that I would still be working that day. He was a slave driver so that didn’t surprise me. I wake up from the dream and head to work. A buddy picks me up and we drive to his house. I told my buddy about the dream and we both laughed knowing my boss would probably do that.
I knock on the door and no one comes. but I heard the garage door open so I walked over to see if he was in there. he opens the door with no shirt on and the exact same conversation I had in my dream unfolds in front of me. word for word. And no one would have even believed me had I not told my buddy a moment earlier.
When I was 19, I worked third shift and was a little paranoid. I would take different routes to and from work, “just in case”. One night, as I was driving to work, I saw what was the stereotypical Death: black hood, no face, scythe. It was just standing in a field, leaning on the scythe and watched me go by. I freaked.
Once I got to work, I called my best friend and told him. That way, if I died, someone would know. Work went fine that night.
I forgot it after a few nights. A week or so later, it was the same route on rotation, but to go home, instead of going to work.
I was involved in a head on collision that temporarily killed me. I woke up a week later with extra parts and a lot of damage. My best friend asked me what route I had taken home and I lost it because it was the route I had seen Death on before.
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