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The Night a Ghost Called Me Into the Sea

hen I was a small little girl, my family took me to a seaside resort. The first night I was there, I slept alone in a tiny room adjacent to my parents. Dont' know why, but I woke up and saw a shadow outside my window. Now, being stupid and not knowing any better, I snuck outside to see who it was, and next thing I knew, there were screams and shouts and somebody was shaking me. It turned out, I was neck-deep in the water, and would have drowned had a night security man not seen me walk into the water. He said he waded in and dragged me out, but he said that the current was dragging me back in and it was very strong and he could barely hold on to me. And I was sleeping through all this, mind you. The water was freezing and he was yelling for help, and I slept through all this. I then told my parents that there was an older boy...he must have been around twelve or fourteen (I was only about six then). He had waited for me outside, and when he saw me, he smiled at me and told me that he had been waiting for me. He took me by the hand and took me towards the ocean and he said something like "I want to show you something, Kelly. I've been keeping it, especially for you and I want you to see it. Come with me."
I'm not exactly sure of the wording, but that's what I remember. Anyway, I told my parents that, and as it turned out, there was a boy who drowned there only a few years before. People had often seen him at dusk, standing at the edge of the water, waiting for something or somebody. Turned out, he was waiting for me! I never found out what the boy was going to show me. The night watchman pulled me out before I could see what all the fuss was about. The resort has since been demolished and a casino is in its place, but the memory of that night remains with me, and I'm still alive today only because I got lucky that there was a night watchman on duty who ran after a little girl in a white nightgown, walking slowly into the waves.
MLK
Friday, May 17, 2002 at 23:02:27 (PDT)

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"I usually don't meet males in my dreams, probably because I'm male spirit enough."

-This was just a bad joke of mine. I apologize. Ghosts and other spirits should not be a reason for giving up chastity.
rare stuff Thursday, September 26, 2002 at 17:21:17 (PDT) [62.227.111.34]

MLK,

do you have lucid dreams?
I know lucid dreams can borrow a lot of power. Just take the chance if you're cool enough to deal with spirits entering your dreams.

Would you mind to go into dark cellar labyrinths (of a dream)? Maybe you'd meet Erlig Khan if you're tough enough. I usually don't meet males in my dreams, probably because I'm male spirit enough.
rare stuff
Wednesday, August 07, 2002 at 04:51:32 (PDT)

MLK,
Wow, that’s cool, I’m not the only one. I thought i was crazy but wow, you see those specs lights bouncing around in the sky or in total darkness too. Yes, I’m not alone in the world.
Also i have the same issue with dreams, everything gets translated. I cannot speak chinese nor read but in my dreams, when people talk, i understand them. I regret that i lost my heritage. I know, i can pick up chinese again but I'm lazy and need to be whip into shape.
As for color dreams, I normally don’t but lately, I have color dreams. I don't get many vivid dreams. The most vivid was the vision of the girl and that last only a few seconds (because i open my eyes).
The weirdest dream i had about was about albert einstein. The first time I saw picture him, he gave me a big nightmare. I did not know who he was but that hair dude freak me out. In my dream, Einstein had the crazy touch (like the midas touch). He ran around the neighborhood turning everyone insane. He found my hiding place under the bed and was about reach me. Not sure if he touch me, but i woke up sweating.
1/2LostSoul
Friday, August 02, 2002 at 08:07:14 (PDT)

1/2LostSoul

I don't know if you're nuts or not, but the 'white molecules' you see, I see too. I think it's just poor reception from the eyeball through the optic nerve and a less than stellar conduit to the occipital lobe. We better ask an MD about this, I haven't a clue.

Do you dream in color? I do...vivid hues and mottled shades mixed up with exotic sounds and smells.

There was this one extremely bizarre dream I had, where an old Chinese man gave me a silk scroll containing Chinese characters, and I was reading it, and he asked me what I thought about the scroll. I told him what I thought about it (some boring recipes for cooking herbs and medicines) and then he took the scroll back and smiled, and said that he was glad I still remembered some of what he had taught me.

What's so bizarre about it? Well, first of all, I can't read Chinese. I have never been taught. Secondly, my paternal grandfather was an herbal medicine teacher (he was the youngest son of six or seven sons from a bigwig family. My grand-uncles are not herbalists. I think they're all mayors of small towns). Anyway, he not only taught other herbalists, but also cured the general populace. But what's so interesting is that he died before I was born.

This is a recurring dream, by the way. I see him once every so often, and he always makes me read his boring scrolls, but the content, though it varies slightly from dream to dream, is always the same, more boring drugs to create, using the ole' crock pot and water method, over open flame.

Makes me wonder if I should go into herbal medicine, or at least learn how to read Chinese so I don't feel like an illiterate.
MLK
Sunday, July 28, 2002 at 19:57:11 (PDT)

MLK,
it was definitely not a wet dream. First off, i just close my eyes but did fall not asleep. And second, i have certain amount of control in my dreams. I have fought with my inner conscious for a long time and have won a number victories. I almost won the war but surrender a couple of years back.
And here is something interesting for you. What do you see in the sky? Do you see anything else the clouds, sun, and the blue sky? Not only do i see sky, but also the wind, and molecules. I can see faint waves moving in the sky almost like ocean waves except it’s transparent. I see white specs bouncing all over the sky. I presume they are molecules or protons. The same white specs appear in total darkness too.
I always wonder if i'm the only one? I am nuts? Do i need to see a doctor or better glasses? I gave up on finding on the answers because I have not yet find another person like me who see these things. And if I’m nuts, oh well, I rather keep my mouth shut because I always wanted to be normal.
1/2LostSoul
Friday, July 26, 2002 at 08:14:13 (PDT)

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