Heartland

Quite a few. The most strangest being my friend Lynda died a few years ago. Her husband gave me some of her fine jewellery. When I got home I carefully put the jewellery in my Jewellery box and all of a sudden I could smell her perfume Shalimar. I went into my lounge and my tv switched off by itself. The next day when I looked at my mob phone it said I had a missed call from Lynda. I was spooked, but at the same time comforted than I knew Lynda was near. Bless

I don't wish to appear tactless but..

You don't think Lynda might have been pissed off because she thought you had nicked her jewellery?

Nothing is better than Fine Jewellery.

Sorry for your loss.

Lynda was my best friend who died tragically. I don't have to explain myself. Insensitive remarks, but hey I'm made of harder stuff!

elamanamou wrote:Lynda was my best friend who died tragically. I don't have to explain myself. Insensitive remarks, but hey I'm made of harder stuff!

Some people just don't know better.

I had some extreme and impressive dreams ... and I'm glad they're gone and won't appear again.
Such things are rare, and at times they're no pleasure at all.

elamanamou I too feel for your loss x

Sorry that you lost your best friend, she would have wanted you to have her jewellery to remember her by.

I've never seen a ghost, despite living beside a churchyard and only rarely remember dreams.

Didn't mean to be offensive, sorry about that.

Sorry for your loss elamanamou x


I dreamt about Davey the Nurse last night but that's a story for another time

SmileySister wrote:Sorry for your loss elamanamou x


I dreamt about Davey the Nurse last night but that's a story for another time

Who was nursing who?

Thanks smiley sister a tragedy really aswell as her ex hubby getting in the news of the world in 2003 for having funny parties next to a cathedral!!

Online dating is dangerous especially for my friend that she never recovered from her ordeal

I thought it's about gig(s).

True story. Get this;

December 1988 and my Mum was returning home after an evening Christmas shopping in Carlisle. She felt a bit queezy so pulled over and got out of the car to get some fresh air. It was a clear night so she looked up at the sky and saw an aircraft high in the night sky, lights twinlking (there is a major air corridor over Cumbria to out over the Atlantic). All of a sudden, the aircraft exploded in a fireball in front of her. A split-second later she jumped back to reality and looked back up at the sky to see what was happening. Nothing. No fireball, no wreckage, no plane, no nothing. She got back in the car and returned home and said nothing, but was pretty freaked out.

Fast-forward to two weeks later and me and my Mum were watching the telly when a news update flashed on the screen. An aircraft believed to be a Boeing 747 had crashed in Lockerbie. No survivors. I distinctly remember turning around to look at my Mum to share my horror and seeing her staring in disbelief, face devoid of colour. She told me her side of the story a year or-so later.

When I was at school, a friend's mum had a similar premonition/dream a few weeks before - and that seemed to have been of - the Bradford City fire in '85

Can't explain. Had a dream about a couple of yrs before it happened. Saw the wreckage of a plane and I remember seeing the tail of AA

I haven't had the premonition of the sisters releasing a new album yet. I'll let you know! Lol

Oh I've more...

When the eldest daughter was in her cot, we'd wake up in the middle of the night and she'd be stood up, chatting away to an empty chair in the corner of the room. We thought nothing of it until a couple of days later I was carrying her through the hall and she pointed at an old black and white photo of my Grandad and smiled and laughed.

He'd been dead six years.

More...

My Mum and Stepdad were travelling through The Netherlands and for some reason she had an overwhelming urge to visit a small, provincial town, well off the beaten track. When she got near she wanted to visit a bridge there, but as soon as she got close had a panic attack and my Stepdad had to get out of there as fast as he could.

Upon returning to the UK, she underwent some hypnosis and detailed how (in a presumably past life), she was a small Jewish boy massacared by the Nazis in that town by the bridge during the war.

As if that wasn't a headfuck enough, my Grandad (i.e. her father) was fighting his way through Europe not too far away from when it happened.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

markfiend wrote:There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

damn straight.

markfiend wrote:There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Except God, of course.

A couple of spooky occurrences from my children...

The older one, a couple of years ago, said to my wife and I he could hear noises. He was quite young at the time and only just coming out with coherent sentences. We asked him what could he hear and he said "it is witches dancing on the roof"! Spooky as it was before he ever went to nursery & we have no idea where he got that concept from!

The younger one, only just over a year old now, will sit with me and have his bottle of milk. About half a year ago he started staring at something on the ceiling... we thought initially it was a smoke alarm. But I noticed after a few times that it was a good meter away from that. He would look at it and then me (or my wife) repeatedly, as if to say can you see what I see? We weren't that bothered until he began waving at it! That's something he only normally does to people...

zaltys7 wrote:

markfiend wrote:There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Except God, of course.

Je n'avais pas besoin de cette hypothèse-là

markfiend wrote:

zaltys7 wrote:

markfiend wrote:There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Except God, of course.

Je n'avais pas besoin de cette hypothèse-là

i believe in dogs -i've even had one or two of my own of those- but gods? sketchy ground mr smith.

Perhaps he believes in God but God doesn't believe in him

*gets coat and begins running*

Swinnow wrote:Perhaps he believes in God but God doesn't believe in him

*gets coat and begins running*

apart from your fabulous cultural reference, if that scenario occurred you'd have good reason to believe you'd done something seriously bad in a previous life.