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Pianogrl687
| | Posted on Wednesday, January 15, 2003 - 02:05 am: | |
DREAM 1:
THE PRESENCE
(Also known as THE FACE)
Occurred on the night of October 4, 1999
What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what
if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and
beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in
your hand?
Ah, what then?
-
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
This is one dream, or shall I say "presence" I will never forget. Oh it
was quite a dream indeed. A strange dream, that I cannot say it was
exactly a "dream." It was a more like a presence and a dream put in
one. It was in October and I was still living in National Park at the
time. It was night time and I was asleep in bed. Everynight, I had this
big stuffed bunny that I would snuggle up and sleep with everynight.
But this night I did not sleep with it, but it was lying in bed next to
me. I woke up once in the early morning hours. My room was dark, but
the moonlight was shining through my window on my bed and I could see
the stuffed bunny partly hanging off the bed. I didn't bother to grab
it and went back to sleep. I knew it was NOT the stuffed animal. It was
in the early hours of the morning when it happened. In my sleep, I
could feel my one arm wrap itself around something. It felt heavy and
human-like. In other words, it felt like I was wrapping my arm around a
body of a small child. I was asleep, but somehow, I was also conscious
at the moment. My eyes were still closed since I was also asleep. I
could feel myself drawing a human body close to me and holding it very
close to me. All of a sudden, I open my eyes for, not even a second and
all I see is the face of a beautiful little girl. She was asleep, her
eyes were closed. I could see the child's face perfectly. She had long
blonde hair, had bangs. She was so beautiful. She was about five years
old. It was dark, but I could see her face and she had an eerie glow
around her. I closed my eyes and suddenly I was conscious and
remembered the face and quickly opened my eyes wide, gasping, the face
was gone. The body was gone. It disappeared. I thought it was all a
dream and fell back to sleep, the child's image still implanted in my
mind. When I awoke that morning, I suddenly remembered what had
happened and looked at the spot on the bed beside me. My arm was
outstretched across the mattress as if a child had pushed my arm off to
get up, or the child had squirmed out from beneath my arm. The stuffed
bunny was on the floor. I gasped. I was scared out of my wits and
freaked out. I could still feel the child presence even in the day. I
could still feel it right next to me. It was warm. It was like a heavy
warm feeling in mid air. Something told me that the spirit was still
present. Not only that, examining my mattress very closely, very
faintly I could see something that I thought I was going insane. A
faint imprint of a small child's body was in my mattress. That was the
only proof that there was someone or something that WAS present. It was
like a spirit or ghost. It didn't feel cold, it was warm. It was warm
and glowing. It didn't feel evil or bad. Who was the child? I didn't
know. That's one question that will always remain a
mystery.
-Based on a true story |
Pianogrl687
Username: Pianogrl687
Registered: 11-2002
| | Posted on Wednesday, January 15, 2003 - 02:14 am: | |
DREAM 2:
THE REUNION
Occurred on the night of August 3, 2001
Presence - A supernatural influence felt to be close at
hand.
Everyone knows that child actress Heather O' Rourke has died on
February 1, 1988 at the young age of twelve in real life. But, in this
dream, it was somewhat different. As we all know, sometimes people have
dreams that they don't exactly expect. But, unfortunately, sometimes it
happens. The story begins.
It took place in a small town called National Park. I was
living there at the time and one day I was in my attic exploring. I
spend a lot of my time in my attic because sometimes past owners of the
house may leave some interesting items or even artifacts behind. You'll
never know what you'll find. I was in one room when I came across a
medium sized cardboard box. I was curious as to what it could have
been. I didn't open it in the attic due to the fact that it was getting
hot up here. So I decided to take it downstairs to my room and open it
there. I carefully picked up the box and carried it downstairs. Walking
into my room, I quietly closed the door and sat down on the carpet,
setting the box down in front of me. "Okay," I sighed. "Here goes
nothing." I slowly undid the flaps and opened the box. Peeking inside,
I saw videotapes, photo albums and big manila envelopes. "What's this?"
I said to myself. I picked up the manila envelope and opened it.
Peeking inside, there appeared to be newspaper clippings, photographs
and other papers. I couldn't see what the photographs were of, so I
reached inside and pulled out what appeared to be a photo. I gasped in
shock when I saw who it was. It was child actress Heather O' Rourke.
She was a little girl who had died at the age twelve of a sickness. She
was a magnificent and beautiful child. She was also my all time
favorite child actress. "What's all this doing here?" I gasped. I was
so shocked I couldn't speak. I was also freaked out and scared. I poked
around the box and found more photos that were never before seen. There
were photos of Heather in the hospital, at home, in school. I was
really curious what the videos were. I took one and popped in the VCR.
I hit play and stared at the television screen. It was a home video and
it was not Heather, it was a different child, JonBenét Ramsey. She was
another child who died of a homicide in 1996. Her murder still remains
unsolved to this day. It was a home video. She was at home in Boulder
Colorado and she was in the kitchen helping her mother bake cookies.
She was about six and was sitting on a stool, standing on her knees and
looking in a bowl. She was looking at the cookie batter and someone, I
guess her father called her name, "JonBenét," and she looked up at the
camera and smiled. She waved and laughed. "What are you doing?" her
father asked. "We're making cookies daddy," she answered and giggled
shyly. "Do they taste good?" "Yeah. Here daddy, have a cookie,"
JonBenét said picking up a freshly baked cookie and waving it in front
of the camera. I stopped the video and took it out. I popped in another
one. It was a Dateline episode about JonBenét. They were showing the
same home video about baking cookies. I stopped it and took it out. I
popped in the last one, it was a video of Heather this time. She was at
home in her room. Her sister and her were messing around with a video
camera. Heather was waving to the camera and making silly faces. Her
sister was recording it and I could hear her laughing. Looking at the
video closely, I gasped-the room they were in was MY room I was in
right now! I stopped the video and ran out of my room downstairs to the
kitchen. My mom was at the kitchen table reading her mail. She glanced
up at me and frowned. "Aja? What's the matter? You're as pale as a
ghost," "Mom, who lived in this house before us?" "Oh, that's a good
question. A long story," my mom said. I sat down. "Tell me about it," I
said. "Well, it was a good family. Their last name was O' Rourke," she
began. My heart jumped. "There were four people living here. There were
two kids, and the parents," "What were the children's names?" I
asked. "They're names were Tammy, she was sixteen, and Heather she was
twelve," "You mean, Heather O' Rourke lived here?" I cried. "Yes. But
then, one day something terrible happened. It was about Heather. She
became very ill one morning and was rushed to the emergency room. But
unfortunately, she didn't make it and died right on the operating
table," "What did she die of?" "She had problems with her intestines,"
my mom answered sadly. "What happened to the rest of the
family?" "Well, they moved out." she said. I sat there for a moment.
Thinking about what my mother had just told me. "What made you ask?" my
mom said. My eyes blinked. "Huh? Oh uh, well, I found a box upstairs in
the attic and inside it had photographs of Heather and the family and
videos of murdered beauty queen JonBenét," I replied. My mom
frowned, "JonBenét? Ramsey?" "Yes, Ramsey. JonBenét Ramsey," I
said. "Hmm. That's strange. How many tapes were there?" "Well, three.
One was a home video of JonBenét baking cookies with her mom and
another was a Dateline show about JonBenét and they showed that same
video and the last one was Heather. She was in my room and her sister
and her were messing around. When I saw that the room they were in was
my room, I nearly had a heart attack!" I explained. "No, Heather and
her family lived in this house and moved out after she died," my mom
explained. "That's really a shame," I said. "Yes. That was a big
tragedy. Everyone in town loved that child. She touched everyone's
heart and was incredibly talented," my mom said thoughtfully. I sighed
and got up and left upstairs back t my room. I fell to my knees next to
the box. I picked up the lid to the box and slowly placed it back on, a
tear rolled down my cheek. Staring at the box for a long moment, I
blinked when the tear had dripped and splashed upon the box. I sniffled
and wiped the tear away. I sighed and pushed the box aside. Looking up,
I looked around my room, I felt amazed and strange that my room had
once belonged to someone who was famous and whom I adored since I was a
kid. If she were still alive today she'd be in her early
twenties. "Wow," I thought to myself. I glanced over and saw my small
collection of Poltergeist tapes. Something had popped my mind. "If
Heather hadn't died during the making of Poltergeist III, I wonder what
really could've happened in the end?" I thought to myself. That night,
I sat at my desk writing a new ending to Poltergeist III, until someone
knocking at my door distracted me. "Come in," I called out. The door
opened and I turned around and gasped, I wanted to die. There stood
Heather at my door, clad in those red pajamas that she wore from
Poltergeist III; she still had that long blonde hair and bangs that I
always loved and wanted. My mom stood behind her poking her head in the
door, she smiled. "You have a visitor," my mom said. Heather smiled at
me, "Hi Aja," she said brightly. "H-H-hi," I managed to choke out. My
mom smiled and left us alone, closing the door. I stood up
slowly, "what are you doing here?" I asked. "I'm staying over tonight.
I was hoping you wouldn't mind," "Oh no not at all," I said, smiling.
It was strange. The child was dead, but she didn't look dead. She was
alive, but I wasn't sure. I walked over to her and gently touched her
face, she touched my hand. "What?" she asked. She felt warm;
normal. "Nothing. I just, oh I dunno," I said. "How did you get here?"
I asked. "Oh, your mom called my sister Tammy and asked if I wanted to
sleep over and she said sure so I packed some clothing and my sister
dropped me off. I was still in pajamas but, oh well," Heather
giggled. "Oh I see. So how are you feeling?" "Oh I'm feeling good. I
just got back from the doctors yesterday. He says I might survive," "Oh
well that's great! I'm glad you're feeling better," I said. Heather
smiled. "Well, you look good," I said. "Oh, thanks. You look good
too," "Oh gee. Thanks," I said. Heather looked on, she frowned, a
perplexed expression on her face. She was staring at something. I
looked to see what she was looking at. "What are you writing?" "Oh, uh,
just a story," "Oh. May I read it?" "Sure. Let me show what I'm doing,"
I said and led her over to my desk. I pulled another chair and told her
to have a seat. She sat down and I began to go over what I was
writing. "You see Heather, I'm writing an ending to poltergeist
III," "Oh. Why's that?" "Oh I don't know. I liked the ending of the
movie if that's what you mean. I just thought 'if you write another
ending to a movie what would it be?' type of thing. Know what I
mean?" "Uh-huh. Well, here. Let me read it. Maybe I could help you with
it," "Sure, why not?" "Yeah! Maybe we can finish this in one
night!" "Yeah and you know what? My younger cousin is an expert with
cameras and directing. Perhaps we can set up the scenes and record the
ending tomorrow," "That would be great!" "Yeah! Let's work!" I said
excitedly. Heather and I finished the scrip in one night and went to
bed. The following morning, Heather awoke with stomach pains, but she
still managed to help set up the scenes and help out. We set up mirrors
that covered all my walls around my room and used strobe lights to give
it a suspenseful and spooky effect. We wanted the room to have a blue
tint. Make it look like another world. We also used dry ice to create
the fog. We recorded half of the scene and then we took a break. During
our break, Heather's pains had worsened. She sat there holding her
stomach, moaning. "Heather? Are you alright?" "Huh? Oh I'm fine. don't
worry about me," "Are you sure? Because we can take you to the hospital
or home," "I'll be fine, really. Just a little pain that's all,"
Heather replied. But she whimpered even more. "Oh," she groaned. "I'll
be back," said Heather and got up and left the room. "Come on Aja. We
have to finish this," said my little cousin Charlie. "We have to wait
for Heather," I said. We glanced at the door when it opened. Heather
came in and she looked very pale. "Oh my Heather! You look terrible!" I
gasped. "I think she should go home and lay down," said Charlie. "Oh
Aja. I'm in so much pain now," Heather moaned. She had to hold on to
the wall to keep her balance. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Aja I threw
up," she said and started to cry. I knew she was scared and wasn't
going to make it. "Oh Heather. Come here," I said, my arms
outstretched. She ran to me and jumped into my arms. I held her tight
as she wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my
shoulder and sobbed. She held on to me so tight. "It's okay Heather.
Everything's going to be just fine. Come on, I'm taking you to the
hospital," I said. "I feel so sick," she groaned. "Charlie, get her a
blanket and get your coat and mine. We're going to the hospital," I
said. "No, wait. Aja, don't take me to the hospital," she said. "What?
But Heather you're very sick," "No. There's nothing they can do. I'm
not going to live. My intestines are going to fall out soon. We might
as well get some pictures together since we will no longer see each
other," Heather suggested. I looked at Charlie, "get a camera," I said.
I looked at Heather's pale face. "Are you sure about this?" "Yes,"
Heather whispered. Charlie had a camera. "Okay. I'd like them of me
holding Heather and some of us sitting together and also some of her
sitting in my lap," "Whatever you want," Charlie said and held the
camera to his eye to aim. Heather pressed the one side of her face
against mine and I held her as close to me as I could as the picture
was being taken.
That picture was the last picture taken before Heather died that night
at the hospital on August 3, 2001. Heather will never be forgotten.
Afterwards:
The main snapshot I can really remember from this dream is where I was
holding Heather and the side of her face was pressed against mine. It
was a close-up and we were not smiling. We looked very serious and
somewhat upset. I still remember the picture in my mind today.
The main interpretation of this dream was that it was another presence.
Although it was not mentioned as I narrated the dream, I wanted to tell
you the main perception of this dream/presence after you understood
what the story was about. The story had to be told first in order to
understand what I'm about to tell you.
Well, as you already know, when Heather complained she felt ill and had
gotten sick, I was holding her. She had her arms wrapped around my
neck, her legs wrapped around my waist, and her face was buried in my
shoulder crying. I still remember what it looked like. Her front was
facing me, so all you could see was her back. Her face and front could
not be seen. Well, in the picture that was in my mind, I could see her
back. But I was holding her and petting her long blonde hair that was
halfway down her back. She was still wearing those red pajamas she had
from the Poltergeist III film. My eyes were closed and I was whispering
to her. But in my sleep, I could feel myself sitting up in bed. I was
holding something. Something heavy. Like an actual human body. A little
child. Heather was twelve, but she was small. It was not the stuffed
animal. I was sitting up in bed, holding a child in my lap and
comforting it. The arms wrapped around my neck, the legs dangling out
from my sides, her head resting upon my shoulder. Everything. Whatever
was happening when I held her, it was happening to me in real life. It
was another presence. Similar to the one I had two years ago about the
sleeping child in my bed. Except this one was Heather O' Rourke (I
never found out who the child in my bed was), I was sitting up in bed
and it had a dream to go along with it (the other one didn't have a
dream and I was lying down. Not sitting up.) The presence had a smell
this time (the other didn't), my eyes were not open so therefore I
couldn't see anything (last time I did), the presence I had two years
ago still lingered that morning even when I awoke (this one didn't. Not
a trace.) My arm was perfectly outstretched (straight) when I awoke
that morning two years ago (no part of my body was in a awkward
position when I awoke that morning after I had the presence of Heather
O' Rourke.) But about the Heather presence, I did not open my eyes. I
was asleep and barely conscious. But I could feel everything as the
dream went along. And the strangest thing of all-I could smell her. As
it is known, every person and home has it's own smell. It had to be
Heather's smell. It wasn't a bad smell. It was a good smell and I could
smell her in my sleep. She had a light smell. A sweet and clean smell.
It was not a perfume smell or a bad odor. But as I held her in my
dream, I could smell her. Some stuff that was said in the story I know
it's strange, (intestines falling out) but that's what was said and I
cannot change it and plus, she died of an intestinal blockage. So I'm
guessing it was related to her death. I couldn't feel anything else
before the part where Heather ran to me and jumped into my arms. I
don't know if there anything thing else that happened before the part
where I was holding a body. That's all I remember, that's all I felt.
But otherwise, this is the second presence I had I my life, at the age
seventeen.
-Based on a true story |
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