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Posted 14 years agoI had a dream on the morning of 11/11/11...and this dream was one of the most, if not, THE most powerful/disturbing dream I have ever experienced. I also find it peculiar that I actually remember very vivid details of most of the dream (I never remember my dreams).
I'm returning home from "somewhere". There are about 3-4 people (younger) sitting in the living room either watching TV or playing a video game that I don't recognize, and they look at me as if they have just been caught red-handed doing something (like breaking into a house). For some reason I didnt see them as a threat so I barely acknowledged them and walked into the kitchen.
In the kitchen was a man, dressed up in an obviously fake Santa outfit, sitting in a kitchen chair, and appeared to be asleep...I don't know why it was a Santa outfit that's just how it was...I initially thought it was my dad and those people in the living room were acquaintances.
As I approached him he woke up, and as he was getting up and stretching I noticed that he wasn't my dad, but rather an African American guy I didn't know. At this point things are fuzzy here and there. From what I remember I proceeded to ask him who the heck he was, and when he didn't have a solid answer I attempted to push/pull him to get him out of the house.
At some point I guess I figured he had some sort of a weapon so I ran outside and dialed 9-1-1 but of course as I was trying to dial, I kept messing up, and my phone was acting retarded. I finally dialed and an operator came on right as the man and a couple of others began to get into the van in the driveway (this van was very similar to my dad's van...an old VW wagon type that had square edges, not round ones).
For some reason I jumped into the sliding door of the van and was trying to pull the black guy out or something, while on the phone with police giving them my address and telling them I have been robbed. I remember being on my back, facing away from the passenger seat, kicking the black guy who was sitting on the first row of seating.
At this point the van is going at a somewhat slow pace, in reverse down my street, with the sliding door open, with me on my back close to the edge, struggling with the guy on the seat, on the phone with police. Then my peripheral vision catches movement on my right side. Whoever was sitting in the passenger seat turned around to their left, and pointed a short, silver, magnum 6-shooter right at my stomach. Of course I attempted to push the gun away from me with my right hand, but my left hand still held the phone to my ear. I couldn't even budge the gun and then the person shot me once in the stomach. It didn't feel too good...
At that point I don't know why I didn't immediately roll out of the van, then a few seconds later another shot to the stomach. At this point it really hurt, and I thought to myself this is what it feels like to get shot in the stomach. Finally I stumbled out of the van while it was still rolling. I did catch hints of laughter/amusement at me being shot and after I semi-fell out of the van. I got up as quick as I could to make sure I got a look at the license plate...and as soon as I got a look I told the operator so it would be recorded...I remember it was along the lines of E or Y, then the numbers 464... that's all I could see before the van got too far. I was stumbling down the middle of the road after the van, and trying to describe to the operator what kind of car it was, but as soon as I started to try and talk, it got really difficult to speak, and I started moving slower and slower. Everything slowed down, and I eventually could only make noises. At this point im thinking, im actually going to die like this.....soon after that thought....I black out.
That part of the dream, was not even the part that disturbed me.....
Shortly after blacking out, I see images. These images are somewhat fuzzy, but I remember one very clearly. I remember seeing a sort of funeral arrangement. I saw a coffin, flowers, and a portrait of me (this portrait was a school picture that looked like it was from my middle school days, because I recognized a certain shirt I wore).
Shortly after these images, I wake up...in my bed...but im still in the dream. I see that my room looks different now. It looked...packed up. Alot of my things were either gone, or in boxes...my bed seemed to be the only thing in its original place. As I woke up I felt, different...moving around was a bit harder, almost like there's an invisible current flowing against me. As I move around, and then think back on those previous images, and look at my room, I realized that I am a ghost in my own house.
At this point I am fuzzy about the timeline of events...everything seemed to just blend together. I saw my mom, and my dog, going about their normal routine. My dog seems to sense something around and starts barking (he always does that), and my mom tells him to zip it. I could sense somehow that my mom was sad and depressed, but saw that life just went on for her. I also tried to make contact with my dad separately and got the same feeling from him but of course he didn't know I was there either.
At this point it started to sink in that I was all alone, and had left everyone behind. It pained me so much to be so close to those I love, yet not even have them notice me. Life just went on for everybody else and I was stuck. I started to think, what if I was stuck here because I didn't do something right? Will I ever be able to be with my family again? Am I going to have to watch them suffer? Why didn't I show more affection towards my parents before I died? I never even got to experience a loving relationship. Theres so many things I haven't experienced yet in my life. All these thoughts ran through my head and it was overwhelming. At this point I remember feeling as if this WAS my reality....being a ghost and reflecting on my regrets...forever. The last thing I remember is sitting next to my mom...I believe we were in my car...I was in the passenger seat. I put my left hand on her right hand. I could feel it somewhat, but she couldn't...and I started to cry violently...I am so sorry...I miss you so much....I miss everyone so much....
Then I finally woke up...
As I woke up and realized that I just had a dream, I started to cry...mainly due to the fact that I was alive....but then as details came back to me of what I just experienced....I started to cry not because I was glad I was alive, but because of the prospect of how real that could be. If I was to die, right now, and come back as a ghost, those feelings and thoughts I experienced, would be exactly the same. I would regret not showing enough affection to my parents....I would regret not mending the relationship between my best friend...I would regret not experiencing a loving relationship.
This dream just completely caught me off guard...and I was shaken to be quite honest...I felt as though I had a near death experience...even as I was typing this I started experiencing mixed emotions. During the whole dream I really felt that it was my reality, and it scared the shit out of me....
And of all dates for this to happen on, it happened on 11/11/11
I don't know whether to brush that off as a coincidence, or take it as a sign, but I have a strong feeling that this happened for a reason...so that's why I decided to put it into typed words...I think this helped me deal with it better...also I can come back to this if I ever have someone whose real good at analyzing dreams...even though I probably know a few messages that dream was trying to send me...haha.
Anyways, if you read all that I commend you :)
Hope your 11/11/11 was good...take care.
I'm returning home from "somewhere". There are about 3-4 people (younger) sitting in the living room either watching TV or playing a video game that I don't recognize, and they look at me as if they have just been caught red-handed doing something (like breaking into a house). For some reason I didnt see them as a threat so I barely acknowledged them and walked into the kitchen.
In the kitchen was a man, dressed up in an obviously fake Santa outfit, sitting in a kitchen chair, and appeared to be asleep...I don't know why it was a Santa outfit that's just how it was...I initially thought it was my dad and those people in the living room were acquaintances.
As I approached him he woke up, and as he was getting up and stretching I noticed that he wasn't my dad, but rather an African American guy I didn't know. At this point things are fuzzy here and there. From what I remember I proceeded to ask him who the heck he was, and when he didn't have a solid answer I attempted to push/pull him to get him out of the house.
At some point I guess I figured he had some sort of a weapon so I ran outside and dialed 9-1-1 but of course as I was trying to dial, I kept messing up, and my phone was acting retarded. I finally dialed and an operator came on right as the man and a couple of others began to get into the van in the driveway (this van was very similar to my dad's van...an old VW wagon type that had square edges, not round ones).
For some reason I jumped into the sliding door of the van and was trying to pull the black guy out or something, while on the phone with police giving them my address and telling them I have been robbed. I remember being on my back, facing away from the passenger seat, kicking the black guy who was sitting on the first row of seating.
At this point the van is going at a somewhat slow pace, in reverse down my street, with the sliding door open, with me on my back close to the edge, struggling with the guy on the seat, on the phone with police. Then my peripheral vision catches movement on my right side. Whoever was sitting in the passenger seat turned around to their left, and pointed a short, silver, magnum 6-shooter right at my stomach. Of course I attempted to push the gun away from me with my right hand, but my left hand still held the phone to my ear. I couldn't even budge the gun and then the person shot me once in the stomach. It didn't feel too good...
At that point I don't know why I didn't immediately roll out of the van, then a few seconds later another shot to the stomach. At this point it really hurt, and I thought to myself this is what it feels like to get shot in the stomach. Finally I stumbled out of the van while it was still rolling. I did catch hints of laughter/amusement at me being shot and after I semi-fell out of the van. I got up as quick as I could to make sure I got a look at the license plate...and as soon as I got a look I told the operator so it would be recorded...I remember it was along the lines of E or Y, then the numbers 464... that's all I could see before the van got too far. I was stumbling down the middle of the road after the van, and trying to describe to the operator what kind of car it was, but as soon as I started to try and talk, it got really difficult to speak, and I started moving slower and slower. Everything slowed down, and I eventually could only make noises. At this point im thinking, im actually going to die like this.....soon after that thought....I black out.
That part of the dream, was not even the part that disturbed me.....
Shortly after blacking out, I see images. These images are somewhat fuzzy, but I remember one very clearly. I remember seeing a sort of funeral arrangement. I saw a coffin, flowers, and a portrait of me (this portrait was a school picture that looked like it was from my middle school days, because I recognized a certain shirt I wore).
Shortly after these images, I wake up...in my bed...but im still in the dream. I see that my room looks different now. It looked...packed up. Alot of my things were either gone, or in boxes...my bed seemed to be the only thing in its original place. As I woke up I felt, different...moving around was a bit harder, almost like there's an invisible current flowing against me. As I move around, and then think back on those previous images, and look at my room, I realized that I am a ghost in my own house.
At this point I am fuzzy about the timeline of events...everything seemed to just blend together. I saw my mom, and my dog, going about their normal routine. My dog seems to sense something around and starts barking (he always does that), and my mom tells him to zip it. I could sense somehow that my mom was sad and depressed, but saw that life just went on for her. I also tried to make contact with my dad separately and got the same feeling from him but of course he didn't know I was there either.
At this point it started to sink in that I was all alone, and had left everyone behind. It pained me so much to be so close to those I love, yet not even have them notice me. Life just went on for everybody else and I was stuck. I started to think, what if I was stuck here because I didn't do something right? Will I ever be able to be with my family again? Am I going to have to watch them suffer? Why didn't I show more affection towards my parents before I died? I never even got to experience a loving relationship. Theres so many things I haven't experienced yet in my life. All these thoughts ran through my head and it was overwhelming. At this point I remember feeling as if this WAS my reality....being a ghost and reflecting on my regrets...forever. The last thing I remember is sitting next to my mom...I believe we were in my car...I was in the passenger seat. I put my left hand on her right hand. I could feel it somewhat, but she couldn't...and I started to cry violently...I am so sorry...I miss you so much....I miss everyone so much....
Then I finally woke up...
As I woke up and realized that I just had a dream, I started to cry...mainly due to the fact that I was alive....but then as details came back to me of what I just experienced....I started to cry not because I was glad I was alive, but because of the prospect of how real that could be. If I was to die, right now, and come back as a ghost, those feelings and thoughts I experienced, would be exactly the same. I would regret not showing enough affection to my parents....I would regret not mending the relationship between my best friend...I would regret not experiencing a loving relationship.
This dream just completely caught me off guard...and I was shaken to be quite honest...I felt as though I had a near death experience...even as I was typing this I started experiencing mixed emotions. During the whole dream I really felt that it was my reality, and it scared the shit out of me....
And of all dates for this to happen on, it happened on 11/11/11
I don't know whether to brush that off as a coincidence, or take it as a sign, but I have a strong feeling that this happened for a reason...so that's why I decided to put it into typed words...I think this helped me deal with it better...also I can come back to this if I ever have someone whose real good at analyzing dreams...even though I probably know a few messages that dream was trying to send me...haha.
Anyways, if you read all that I commend you :)
Hope your 11/11/11 was good...take care.
