DarkoMarco

What do you call it when you have met someone you have dreamt of and that person has dreamt of you as well???

Okay, so it's 1991, I'm eighteen years old, I have this dream I'm visiting with this woman I know very well at her apartment with a couple of friends of mine. The dream was very memorable and when I woke up I had the sense that I knew this woman/girl, well. But, I didn't know her at all, not in the waking world.

So I go to work that night, at the Four Seasons restaurant, Granite City IL, I was a food server and I was working a banquiet party, I was to work this huge banquiet party and I was told a new waitress would be starting that night and she would be working with me, and I was to show here the ropes. When I met her, I was blown away, this was the same girl I had dreamed about the night before. The girl was between 22 and 25, blond hair, pretty, about 5'5.

As blown away as I am by this, it gets better, and worse. We worked well together, and she was extremely cordial. Very nice manners, and a good hard worker. At no time did I tell her or anyone about my dream, let's face it, no one would have believed me anyway. And we were working all night, so that's that. So it's the end of the night, she hands me this note and tells me not to read it until she leaves. So i do, and I can't believe what it says when I read it. It goes on to say that she knows she just met me, and that she knows it sounds incredible but that she had a dream about me the day before she met me and not to tell anyone! And as short as that is, it was a full page note. I'm dumbfounded, I mean I'm floored, I was just slack jawed. Here I am eighteen years old meeting some one out of one of my dreams, and she is telling me I am out of one of her dreams. This stuff is trully twilight zone esque and I couldn't have been more shocked if a Koala bear had walked into the restaurant and told me I was it's long lost cub.

Anyway, about twenty five minutes later she comes running back into the restaurant and asks if I had read the note. I told her yes, and that I knew it sounded crazy but that I had had the same thing happen and I had dreamt about her the day before. (Probably not my best move. But I was eighteen and hindsight is 20/20).

She was doing this fluttering waving thing with her hands and she was obviously high strung about the whole thing. I guess we had our own ways of dealing with the whole thing, I think at this point her way was to decide to pretend it never happened. She asked for the note back. I gave it to her. She told me not to tell anyone. I told her I wouldn't and she didn't have anything to worry about. She wasn't really listening to me, she was rambling to herself, she was beratting herself for having given the note to me. After she secured the note, and my promise I wasn't going to tell anybody, she left. The next day I find out she had been hired as my replacement, the boss (Charlie Hestor, the restaurant was also called Charlies) thought I was too young for the job and that was the last night I worked there, I never saw nor heard from the girl again.

I gotta say, in retrospect I could have done a few things differently so I could have atleast had a few more communications with the girl. But, hind sight is 20/20, and I was only eighteen at the time, the whole thing felt so kismet, and the town we lived in so small, I thought for sure I would see her again. It turns out I soon moved to St.louis and then Phoenix and that was not meant to be. Was fate toying with me? Should I have taken the bulls by the horn? I don't like to admit it, but I regret not knowing this girl.

At age 17 me and my family moved into a new nieghborhood, a new house. I took the attic room. After being there for a month and a half, my mother, myself, and one of my best freinds were all convinced the house was haunted. There was a constant sense of something watching you in that house, it was,,,, unnerving.

After being in the house for a couple of months, we became aquainted with our next door neighbor, a jolly talkative woman in her late twenties who was pregnant at the time. After becoming aquainted she wasted no time in telling us that the previous occupant of the house had run into some trouble with the law, didn't wanna go to prison, and hung himself, in the attic room, which was now my bedroom.

After being there for about seven months, I had this lucid dream.

I was on my way home, walking back from a freinds house. I realized I was dreaming. Immediatly after I realized I was dreaming, a short, smallish built gentleman in his late fifties approached me. I never saw his face. He was wearing a field workers hat they would wear in Mexico with a colorfull blanket draped over his shoulders. The man never spoke a word to me, and yet he demanded my attention. He was exactly how I imagined Don Juan to look like from the Carlos Castaneda books.

Instead of saying anything, he pointed in my direction, and as his arm pivoted towards another direction, I experienced a wooshing sound, like I was in the middle of a cyclone, and after his arm stopped moving, we were in my room.

Before I had a chance to ask what we were supposed to do there, he loaded up his pointed finger again turned his arm towards my bed, the wooshing sound took place again, and instead of my bed there was a cocoon with a moldy corpse inside of it, kind of looked like a mummy that had been unwrapped.

At this point, I felt an ah ha in my heart area, and I turned to him and said, "ohhhhh you want me to wake him up". (Don't ask me how I knew this, I just did).

So I put my hands on the cocoon and started cradeling it back and forth. After moving the cocoon back and forth like you would rock a baby in a cradle. It didn't take long before the corpse looked like an old man.
After rocking him for only a little bit the cocoon disapeared and I put my hands on the old man. He was starting to be animated and he was talking to himself like he was dreaming. After a little while he now only looked about 28. He was now very irratated, and perturbed, like he would be if I was waking him up out of bed. He finally roused and said "what, what do you want"?

Now it was my turn to use the wooshing pointed finger arm motion gesture. And when the woosh was over, a pregnant woman was standing before us, and the 28 year old guy was standing beside me when I told him " you have to wake up, because you have to be born".

At this point the Don juan DG, or SG, or I don't even know if he was my guide,,,guide came up to the man and they began to talk.

At this point I was appreciating the lucidness of the dream I was having, I kept staring at my hands and then staring at the walls, for some reason, I then jumped off the roof of my house, staring at my hands and feet while falling. The 28 year old and Don Juan were looking over the side of the roof down at me while I was falling. The 28 year old asked, why is he doing that? And the Don Juan, of whom this is the only thing I heard him say to me through the whole dream replied in a resigned, exasperated tone, "because,,, he's an idiot".

As a last note, I never ever felt the unnerving presence in my house after that, and I never heard any one else note of the presense after this either.