Caution Sharp Curve Ahead

[Dreamaholic]

...a sign from above? Any one ever have a spiritual(or non religious)Sign, be it any way and form! I will add further but I have had several, acted on some and not on others. Most being of spiritual nature both feelings and visually.

[Replicon]

I get premonitions and feelings about future events, but 99% of the time, it's the most common premonition feeling of them all: time to take a dump

[StephenT]

I get premonitions and feelings about future events, but 99% of the time, it's the most common premonition feeling of them all: time to take a dump Start a religion.

[Dreamworld]

I had a pretty amazing one. On Thursday couple months ago I had a 2nd dream when I took a nap waiting for my school bus. (like 15 min). It was me with my friend J, in his room. With me to with my ears on his sub woofer, while drumming his drum sticks on it, all while high. I didn't recall this as the day went on. I ended up going to his house (not planned), we smoked, and I did the same exact thing. The second I recalled the dream, I yelled revelation revelation! Like an idiot. But it was such a bizarre feeling.. Like if my sub-con predestined this.

[saxonharp]

Here's a particularly vivid example and is the first experience I had as a Psychopomp. I started the dream lucid, but somewhere in middle got so wrapped up in it that I lost lucidity and actually changed gender. In the begining of the dream, I am driving with a group of friends and we are going to a Bed & Breakfast. In the Dreamtime, I go to this B&B often as a place to help deceased people continue their journey and cross over. The Inn Keeper is an older lady who knows me and is always very hospitable (guess she's got to be if she was going to make any money with a B&B right?) Any way, we get to the B&B and my friends refuse to get out of the car. Well, that's their choice, so be it. I walk through the garden and am met by the Inn Keeper who tells me that my room is ready and that there are some new spirits here. I thank her and go up to my room. Now remember, this is my first reccollection of a psychopompic dream, and yet I recognize the B&B, the Inn Keeper and both her role and reason for this place and the fact that I've been here many times before and that this is really just "old hat". I put my bag down on the bed and immediately recognize that there is the spirit of a young girl - probably 8-9 years old - sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. She's got long dark hair, is dressed in a light, flower-print nightgown and holding a stuffed, flop-eared bunny with pink nose and pink satin inside the ears. I address her and ask her who she is. She is shy and doesn't want to talk. I press her, continuing to ask her name and does she know she's dead. As I begin to walk towards her she disappears. I decide to head out to the garden a take a walk around. Once out in the garden, I am quickly accosted by a very hostile and angry spirit. He appears to be a white male in his mid to late forties. He's wearing a blue and white checked shirt, dark jeans and dark work boots. His coarse, medium-cropped hair is salt & pepper black and grey and his hands are thick and callused with thick, stubby fingers and tattered and dirty fingernails. He grabs me by the shirt and begins to pull me towards himself (at this point I am no longer lucid and have become a woman). I understand that he is going to try to hurt me. I also understand that he is/was a rapist. I ask him how he died. He looks away and stops pulling me, though he doesn't let me go. I'm about two inches from his face. I can feel his hot, moist breath on my face and smell how sour it is. I can see the beads of sweat on his forehead and the streaks it makes in the dust and dirt on his face as it rolls down his stubbly cheeks. I keep asking him how he died. Was it violent? Was it an accident? Does he know he's dead? I get a vision of a lot of blood. I ask him if he died from a hemmorage. At this point, he lets me go and he hangs his head a little. He doesn't want to talk or tell me anything, but he's not trying to hurt me anymore either. I keep pressing: "How did you die? What happened to you?" I look at him again and he's not a middle-aged man anymore. He's a scared 18 year-old kid. I understand as I look at him that he raped a girl when he was 18 and that an older male relative of hers (Father, uncle, older brother, not really sure) found him and castrated him and left him to die. I tell him it's time to go Home. I help him up and begin to walk with him to the back of the garden. I'm not sure what's supposed to happen next, but the Inn Keeper comes from behind me and says, "Here, let me help." She waves what looks like a twig or a stick from behind me and over my left shoulder and a sparkling shower of glittering golden light appears at the back of the garden. The kid begins to heasitate. I let go of his hand and urge him forward to the light. He gets to within about a foot of the light, looks in like he's looking in an open door, and then turns and runs away. I walk up to the light and look in and there are two beings there waiting to receive him. They seem humanoid in that they have all the features of humans, two arms, two legs, a head with eyes, nose, and a mouth. They don't have wings or anything, but they are definitely NOT human. They don't acknowlege me, but seem to be watching the boy run away and they seem very sad. At that point I wake up. Now, like I said, this was my first psychopompic dream and while I could tell this was a Medicine dream, I was ready to pretty much put it behind me and move on. ...until about six weeks later. I'm at the mall with my family just before Christmas, finishing up our holiday shopping. My daughters had some allowance money they wanted to spend, so my wife took them to one of their favorite stores: Build-a-Bear workshop. I'm not a big BBWS fan, but my girls love it, so I obediently but disengagedly followed along. I'm just sort of strolling along, looking at bear accessories and not really paying any attention to what's going on around me. I hear my six year-old talking to my wife and my wife say, "Honey, you can get that one if you want to, but if you do, it'll take ALL your money and you won't be able to get any outfits or anything." "But mommy, I want THIS one!" I look over ready to start to support my wife in her trying to teach our daughter a little fiscal responsibility and stop dead in my tracks. My six year-old daughter, who is the beat of my heart and the air in my lungs, is holding the exact same bunny the little girl in my dream had been holding. I don't mean a bunny that kinda looked like the one in my dream, I mean the EXACT SAME bunny. Same pink nose, same pink satin in the ears... SAME BUNNY. I felt like I'd been kicked in the gut. I couldn't breathe right, I started to get a little dizzy... My wife looked at me and said, "What's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." I couldn't even answer her. I wanted to scream at my baby girl, "PUT IT DOWN!! RUN AWAY!!", but I couldn't even talk. I just turned around and walked out of the store. It was a little later that I understood that the bunny was a sign from Spirit letting me know that what I experienced in the Dreamtime was real.