One where you aren’t getting shot at?
Maybe you’re still trying to work off the negative karma from being on the wrong side in WW2 
Seriously though, reincarnation has a certain logic to it, but only (in my opinion) if some aspect of a persons personality and opinions are retained from life to life, its kind of pointless if the reset button is retained each time. I suppose there could be an overarching version of yourself that contains the memories and experiences of all the different lives that you aren’t capable of accessing during the lives themselves.
Umm, yeah, that’s creepy as hell. Anything you can share about the experience? What was early dating like? When did you start to figure out she was “different”? How did the relationship end?
Seriously, you must have enough material to do an “ask me” thread in your own right. I’d subscribe to it!
My own contribution: I saw a pair of disembodied, floating yellow eyes when I was six years old hiding in a closet. Pretty sure I just willed myself to imagine it, but it was creepy at the time and I still remember it.
I sleep walk, not frequently, but enough to know that I do it. Usually just minor stuff like going around and checking doors and windows.
I pulled a 19 hour shift one day with some production issues at my department. We simply could get something to work.
Finally I had enough and went home at 1 am as the entire maintenance had done home. I crashed at home and at 6 am I was dreaming I was in my office and the fire alarm went off in my department. While still sleeping, I got out of bed, put my work clothes on including my boots went out the door and BANG woke up, realizing that I was home and in the middle of my driveway.
As soon as I got my bearings, I called the plant, there had been a small fire about 10 minutes prior and the day crew electrician knew how to fix the problem we were having (he was out sick the day before).
I was creeped out big time. First that I dreamed about a fire, and they had one and that I was outside sleep walking.
I do have moments of clairvoyance when predicting what songs will be coming on the radio but I think I subconsciously remember song patterns on the radio.
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What did you ask them when you called?
Sitting with my aunt at the kitchen table. Just me and her having a meal. Of all the family members in my family, she is the worst. She starts with me, starts talking nonsense. I look at her. I say, “I’m eating. I don’t want to talk now.” I take a bite of my food. She looks at me. She says, “My father used to tell us kids not to talk at the dinner table.” She flinches.
I not entirely sure on ghosts or spirits; however, it seems that her father spoke through me so that I could shut her up.
I wake up at 3 many days. I don’t drink very often. Hmm.
No.
I’m one of those people that rarely remembers dreams. There have been a few really remarkable ones that I still remember years later. Here’s one.
I was living in a little house in a small country town. I had one room which was my “den.” In the dream I was standing in the room, at night, lights on, just looking out the window. Instantly, I was standing outside looking into the room, same distance from the window, just on the other side now. I was only faintly surprised by this. It felt extremely real with lots of detail like crickets chirping. Then I shot straight up into the sky! It was just like one of those movie shots where the camera pulls back from a scene on the ground to outer space. I didn’t go that high though. And it wasn’t too fast either, as I went up I was seeing all the surrounding homes (the roofs anyway), the nearby reservoir and dam, the roads, exactly as they should have looked to a person levitating into the sky, it seemed so real. As before I was only slightly alarmed by this, even feeling a bit of “Gee, this is cool” . The suddenly I was going back down and everything happened in reverse, I was standing outside looking in, then suddenly inside looking out. Then I woke up in bed. I wasn’t that creeped out at the time.
It was two or three years later when I read Whitley Strieber’s Communion.
Then…I was creeped out!
You told your aunt to shut up and you don’t have any sympathy for why Mr. Feeny wouldn’t want to speak to you? 
Apt pupil. :eek:
I dreamt one that a burglar or ax-murderer broke into my house.
We scuffled on the floor until he slashed my face…and I get pissed and shit got real.
Pulling some Jason Bourne maneuvers I beat the crap out of him and toss him out to the street like a piece of trash.
A few days later in a parking lot, there’s this guy wearing the SAME EXACT CLOTHES as the burglar in the dream.
He glances in my direction…
…and flinches in shock. A look on his face is like Oh SHIT…Its HIM!!!
and he peels out of the parking lot.
:eek:
This was creepy at the time, but 25 years later, I chalk it up to jangled nerves. It was the morning before my wedding. My dad had died the year before, and I was missing him more than before. Wishing he was there to give me away and stuff.
I had a huge window in my bedroom, that filled the room with light early in the morning. I had given up on finding curtains, that would allow me to sleep late.
I woke up thinking about all the stuff I had to get done that day. I’m laying there in my sunny bedroom, thinking about my wedding, and I see my dad’s silhouette on the wall! It gave me a start, but of course it was just ***a shadow of something. I jumped up waving my arms around to find the location of whatever. There was nothing new in the room. Finally I opened the curtains all the way. There was nothing outside making the shadow. It stayed there until my soon to be SIL came to pick me up.
**** There was an episode of “Night Gallery”, called “Certain Shadows on the Wall”, that creeped me out when I was a kid. One time while I was watching it with my dad, he tried to convinced me that it wasn’t creepy but would be kind of nice if the shadows remained after someone died.*
It didn’t work. I still find that one of the creepiest shows from my childhood.