I See Dead People

Alright, so we already know that my last month’s “Games” theme was a big, fat FAIL.  But that’s okay, because for October, I have something so cool in mind, it’ll give you goosebumps.  In fact my theme this month IS “Goosebumps.”  Actually, it’s “Things That Give You Goosebumps.”  I’m talking about dream predictions that come true, paranormal experiences, instincts and gut feelings that pan out, messages from the “beyond,” déjà vu, visions, feelings of dread, etc.  With Halloween coming, I thought this would be a fun one.

Before I start, I have to give you a little prologue to my stories.  Many of you know I’m Autistic.  (I have Asperger’s Syndrome.)  People with Autism are hypersensitive to many (if not most) things, such as sounds, light, textures, tastes, and smells.  It’s  also a fact that we also have a higher instance of food allergies which I personally believe is because our digestive systems are also extra sensitive to certain food proteins.

Most people with Asperger’s Syndrome have a lack of empathy.  However, there are occasions such as in myself where we are actually exceptionally empathetic to the point that we actually feel the pain of others or feed off the energy of others which causes emotional drain among other things.  Usually when this happens, such people are known as “empaths.”

And if you believe in ghosts, you already know that they are made of energy.

That being said, I personally believe that either my Asperger’s Syndrome and/or my being an empath is the reason I’m sensitive to so many things such as dream predictions that come true, paranormal experiences, instincts and gut feelings that pan out, messages from the “beyond,” déjà vu, visions, feelings of dread, etc., that turn out to be right on target.  I think we’ve all experienced instances such as dreaming about someone we haven’t thought about in ages, only to run into them the day after the dream.  But while we all have these, I’ve been told throughout my life that I apparently have these instances more frequently than a lot of the people I know.

And one final tidbit of information, I’ve also shared with you that I’m a Christian.  So without getting too preachy, I just want to say that I do not want to be misconstrued as someone who takes on or seeks out things that are not of God.  That said, I’m also not claiming to have a charism or anything like that.  Throughout my life, whenever I’ve had such things happen, I’ve just called them “angel messages” and assumed that God let me see them for a reason.  ‘Nuff said.

And now, on to my stories…

When I was very small, I “played with dead people.”  A lot of people think that very young children are able to sense things like this and grow out of it later.  But my grandma used to always get irritated when she couldn’t find me, and almost always when she did, I was sitting in my closet with the door closed, talking.  And when she’d ask who I was talking to, I’d reply, “Dead people.”  (Don’t forget, my grandparents raised me.)

At the time, I truly did “see” the people I was talking to.  It wasn’t until I was older that I realized how bizarre this was.  My grandparents had a child that died when she was fourteen years old, long before I was born.  And one day in church, I announced to my Grandma that, “Aunt Dawn is here sitting beside us.”

Grandma just shushed me and told me to be quiet and pay attention until I told her that Dawn said not to feel bad about leaving her in Tampa and that it had to be that way.

Grandma turned pale and didn’t speak of the matter anymore until I was older.  She recalled the day and said it gave her goosebumps.  You see, there was no way at three years old that I could’ve known that Dawn died at a hospital in Tampa and that Grandma didn’t want to leave after they told her she was gone.  And that she frequently had nightmares about it for years afterward.

Several years later, when I was seventeen, my grandfather died.  About a year later, I had an extraordinarily vivid dream of my granddaddy and my Uncle David (who was alive).  They were in a restaurant in Manhattan, and Uncle David was choking on food.  He was clutching his throat and making gurgling sounds.  Granddaddy told me to tell Grandma and make sure she stayed calm and to tell her that he’d be fine.

The next morning, I woke and felt a cold chill pass through me as I was reminded of the dream. I went to the kitchen and found Grandma.  I told her I had a dream about Granddaddy last night, and she said she did too.  (We came to find out later that when he “visited” one of us in a dream, we usually both dreamed of him simultaneously.)  I told her my dream about Uncle David, and she just nodded and told me that was weird.

Late that evening, Grandma got a phone call.  Apparently Uncle David was visiting in New York City for a job, unbeknownst to her (or me), and he’d been in a restaurant when he had a mild heart attack (or some sort of “cardiac event”).  And when this happened, as you can imagine, he probably clutched his chest and made some gurgling noises.  And after a brief stay in the hospital, he was indeed fine.

So, while I may have misunderstood the “message” and confused what I thought looked like choking to really be a heart attack, the end result was the same.  Granddaddy came to me in a dream and showed me a prediction that came to pass.  And once again, I gave Grandma goosebumps.

Talk to me:  Do you believe in ghosts?  Have you ever had dreams that came true?  Have you ever been visited in a dream by a dead person?  Do you think you’ll like this month’s theme?

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42 thoughts on “I See Dead People

  1. Wow… I don’t think I’m “psychic” or anything, but I did have a dream that seemed to be rather symbolic of my Confirmation ceremony, and this was when I was really little and didn’t know that much about the sacrament. I get intuitions about some people, sometimes, and occasionally about what is going to happen. And then, my friend Iris (who blogs over at irisbloomsblog.wordpress.com ) and I seem to be telepathic; we’d often be thinking the exact same things at the same time, or have the same dreams. Also, my parents say that when my mom was expecting, I’d always know before anyone else whether it was a boy or a girl.

  2. Interesting – three times that I am aware of Shirley has had a dream regarding a specific person swimming underwater – three times she learned the next day that that person from her dream had died. As to ‘playing with dead people’ I played with my old Nan after she died until the day she started to smell a bit (sorry young Rachel – me being flippant – inexcusable). This was, by the way a very fine thought provoking post indeed.

      • So do I – still each morning I check to make sure she hasn’t dreamy about me underwater. It is true by the way – I can confirm that those three she dreamed of had died around the time of her dream and we only found out the next day – weird or what!

      • LOL! I don’t even think you should let her see you in the shower after that! Don’t let her dreams take on any life of their own. That’s really cool!

  3. I definitely believe in ghosts and my father told me one story about seeing a ghost in his small town one night when he was a child. I don’t remember vividly if I myself experienced interactions by ghosts, although I remember 2 instances when strange things occurred around me (i.e. objects, such as toys and clothing, moving). At the time, I thought it was static energy, but I could be wrong 🙂

  4. When I was 20, my grandmother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. In her last months, she wouldn’t allow any of the grandkids to see her. She didn’t want us to see her dying. At the time I lived 2 states away and all of the information I got was from my dad, who always wanted to protect us from negative things. All I knew was ‘she was close to the end’. One night I went to bed and had a dream of my grandmother talking to me. She told me that she was fine and my uncle (who passed when I was 8) would take care of her now. She told me to stay strong and make sure I didn’t lose connection with my younger cousin, Holly, because she would need me. I woke up to the phone ringing. It was my aunt letting me know that grandma had passed. She then asked me to talk to Holly because she was inconsolable and the only person she wanted to talk to was me. I can still remember that night as clear as if it was yesterday. Love this new theme.

  5. Made. My. Day.

    Thank you so much for this post. My reactions went from “Huzzah –finally other people get that being an empath is a real thing” to “Huzzah — finally other people get that empathy is not the same as compassion” (would you believe that I was taking a break from writing a blog post about this very thing when I happened upon YOUR post?) to “Interesting — I never made the connection between being autistic and being a precog, and I should have, because pattern recognition.”

    • WOW! That article I referenced said that up to 1 in 20 people are actual empaths, but I really don’t believe that. I think it’s probably more like 1 in 2,000. It’s good to meet another one. 🙂

  6. Oh Rachel, this is the month my last child, Jennifer was born and died within a 17 hour time span. I knew it would happen, because from the time I was 6 months along, I was unable to sleep at night. Each time I fell asleep i had the same dream, a small white coffin with my baby in it. 17 hours after her birth, after being given sleeping pills, I was awakened by a light breeze crossing my face, the smell of the most beautiful flowers I have ever encountered, and her butterfly kiss on my cheek as she left this world. Yes, I believe. And if I am absent on October 9, it will be because I’m living the day with Jennifer, and will return on the 10th.

  7. I think your theme this month will be very popular! I’m not sure if I “believe” in ghosts, but I am open to the thought that they might exist. I think there are lots of things that humans can’t see, and like most people, I’ve “sensed” things. There was a weird sound on our answering machine after my dad died. . .I dreamt of him, too.

    My older daughter and I once had the exact same dream. How is that possible? One of my friends has had “special” dreams her whole life. They’re about things that are going to happen, and she always knows they’re different from regular dreams.

  8. Love this!! Thank you so much!! I need to hear these kinds of stories sometimes to remind me to keep the faith. That there is sooo much more out there than we know and that when we die we still go on.

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