Spook this.

Spooky communications at a distance was the first thought in my mind, and it was Einstein who coined the phrase.

Science continues to grapple in the darkness since episodes like this are resistent to measurement or experimentation, so what we know is humbled by what we must guess or believe.  

It's experiences like that which prevent my mind from completely closing on the paranormal.  It wasn't just the weird feeling of dreaming a day's event the night before, but its doubly eerie self-corroboration a few years later.

My mom is now deceased, so I don't think she'd mind my passing on the following story.  ('Course, if things start throwing themselves around the house tonight, it might be a hint that I'm wrong.  ;-)

When I was 19, living in Texas with my mom, my mom (she only told me years later) reported an experience with a ghost that, too, came to a tooth-dropping validation.

My mom awoke one night to see a hovering bust, a head and shoulders against a glowing oval backdrop like a Jesus portrait, floating in her bedroom doorway.  She freaked, as that night she had done something she almost never did: sleep in the nude.

And there was this floating bust, just staring.  A good 15 minutes, according to my mom.

It looked like a young Jewish man with black curly hair, about 30 years of age.  It didn't say or do anything; it just persisted for quite a long duration before turning back to the doorway and drifting away.

Anyhow, a few weeks later, my mom flew to Los Angeles on a business trip.  She was to meet person with whom she regularly did business with by phone, but had never seen in person.

That man proved to be the spitting image of the floating bust in her bedroom entrance.

What does one say to stuff like that?

Back on that "Haunted houses" blog post, I toldja we had some hum-zingers to tell.

 

Mine may be the power of suggestion but when Mark (motopoet) was 16 I dreamed he was desert racing and after the start went up a long smooth dirt road and over a hill.  People were lined up on both sides and after he disappeared over the top of the hill I could haer people start to scream.  I woke up in a cold sweat absolutely terrified, it was so real.  I told my husband about it the next morning and sort of forgot about it.  A couple of weeks later Mark was Desert racing out the other side of California City and didn't come back in to pit after the first lap.  My husband rode backwards on the course and found a pickup bringing him up out of a ravine.  He had gone over the edge of the course and snapped his ankle on the way down the ravine.

My first thought was "Oh my God, was the dream a premonition?"   Friends later asked me if I was concerned about him before each race and I admitted I was.  They pretty much convinced me that my dream was a result of that concern. 

But was it?

Several weeks ago, I had another dream that doesn't have enough detail-match for me to guarantee it as an authentic premonition, but was eerie enough.  I almost told my wife that I thought that I had one of "those dreams," but, nahhh, a nuclear attack seemed too farfetched.

Still, a recent night I dreamed of an explosion and a feeling that I should run outside and look north.  That I did, and saw the fireball and smoke rising north by northwest.

I was working the next day, but had I been home that next afternoon, I likely would have heard an explosion, and would have run outside to see the smoke from the Southwest house fire that made the news recently, in that direction.

 

I dream those dreams quite frequently enough for me.I usually dream "epics",typically lots of allegory,day time concerns worked out through my subconscious.Ever so often i get precognition dreams,this one came when Hubby and I were the "perfect couple":Long and involved we and another couple arrive at a point where many people must take turns in order to progress,each couple had been holding hands with their spouse till this moment,hubby goes out of turn ,I  must wait for two others before I can take my turn~we all emerge into sunlight~but hubby and I were separate~the couple,still holding hands,between us.2 years later the unthinkable came to happen.Another told of my Kelsey's difficulties after his birth.Are these dreams precog or merely some part of myself "warning" me to be ready for one of life's head long over the cliff moments?I accept them for face value~sometimes I think we lose the wonder of life~the magic if you will~ way to easily.

 

Not ghostly but I was on duty in Delano when my son was about 20 yrs. old and giving us a lot of worries.  He fought and partied a lot and was very good at both.  I had a dream that I was in an old alley,  very dark, wood sided building with rickety old staircases and a lot of trash, all visible through a yellowish lighting.  My son walks up to me but he is huge, the thickest and most muscular human ever with an almost cartoonish jawline and a very tight flattop.  He said "Don't worry dad it's going to be o.k."  some little crippled up dirty guy comes up and says "Rico is coming and he is looking pissed".  I knew they were going to fight and I also new my son was in serious trouble.  Instantly I'm am looking around a corner, waiting for  "Rico" and looking through a tube.   As a pulled back I realized I was looking through a rifle scope and woke up.  I was so rattled I called my wife, it was about 3 a.m. and told her to call my son because I was sure he was in trouble.  She couldn't find him, he had went to San Diego for the weekend.  I finally contacted of him late the next day and told him my dream, he laughed and said that at about 2:00 a.m. that morning he had got into a fight with a football player from San Diego State, one of the biggest guys he ever saw.  Luckily he came out of it pretty good. 

I just saw your post on my NGage newsletter in my email.  Well, my story is not as spine tingling as yours, actually it's kind of funny.

When I was in my first marriage in my twenties, I had a dream about a toilet seat in the back of someone's trunk.  When I woke up I told my husband and we laughed, because it seemed so absurd.  Only to go over to his parents for dinner the next night, and his sister had to go out to her car to get a shopping bag, and when she opened the trunk there was a toilet seat she had bought that day.   That was so bizarre to me.  It made me question everything.