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Eol007

Hi,

Thank you for sharing your experience.

Best wishes,

Stephen [:)]

Sampson

I have often had dreams of seeing spirits and apparitions but the dream mentioned below is the first time I have ever made contact with one.

I woke up this morning at about eight O'clock to go to the bathroom, I made a few notes about that nights dreams and then went back to bed and had the following very vivid dream.

"It is day time and I am outside an old Regency styled terraced house in a quiet street, I am with one or two other people I feel I know, I see movement in an upstairs window of the house, I look closer and see a middle aged lady beckoning me into the house, I leave the others and enter into the house, my younger sister is following just behind me, I meet the lady and she tells me to go on up the stairs and I will find what I have been looking for.

I climb the stairs, they are painted in white paint, so are the walls, the building has old style wooden beams set in the walls and ceiling, the staircase is very narrow and crooked as if the house were built a long time ago, to my right I step through a very low door which leads onto a very long corridor, my sister follows just behind me and we crouch or sit down at one end.

The corridor appears to be about 100 metres long, we sit just before a step which leads onto a landing which runs the length of the corridor. As I look down to the the other end of the corridor I see a little girl open the door in the distance, I know what I am witnessing is some kind of spiritual phenomena, at first I am utterly petrified as the vision unfolds.

The girl makes her way down the corridor eventually reaching me, as she gets closer I see that she is very small and is probably only six or seven years old, she is wearing a long white lace nightgown and has blond hair cut into a bowl or short bob style, I realise that she means me no harm and my fear vanishes, I feel foolish to think that she could have harmed me, now my fear has gone I become absorbed in this amazing phenomena.

I ask the child when she was born, she tells me 1555, I see that she carries a soft toy, the toy has a modern looking tag attached to it, as I see it I become suspicious but I quickly disregard this as it suddenly occurs to me that somebody else in the spirit world from another time must have given it to her, I ask the child "Somebody gave you that toy didn't they?" she tells me "yes".

The more I look at her face the greater the detail I see, her face has an almost opaque light blue quality to it which for some reason reminds me of the moon. I have a stick of chocolate covered toffee in my pocket and ask her if she would like some, she tries to take some but it seems to smear or just melt away off her fingers and onto mine, as she takes her hand away from the toffee I momentarily manage to touch her hand, I am surprised as she feels quite natural and solid.

She says that she now has to go but sends 'aural thoughts' into my head of her calling for her mother, the last thing that she says to me is that she wants me to come back the following weekend, she is very firm about this last request and I feel that she almost wants me to promise her that I will.

With that she heads off back down the corridor towards the door, she peers around once more to say goodbye and the door gently closes, all the while my sister didn't seem to hear any of the things being said and I'm not even sure if she could see the little girl.

The whole corridor now seems to transform and takes on a more modern appearance, for example the landing is now carpeted and before it was just wood, sat in an easy chair at the far end of the corridor is an old Indian lady, I feel that she is wise and knowledgeable. She has a daughter aged about fifteen or sixteen sat to her right in a similar chair, I make small talk with the young girl.

The old lady tells me to come closer, I tell her the reason that I didn't come any closer at first was because I didn't want to invade their privacy, this is a lie and the old woman knows it, I feel afraid of her but I move closer, I feel stupid for trying to make up such a stupid excuse.

I feel that my sister has now either left or has stayed at the other end of the corridor. The lady and her daughter appear to have their belongings placed all around on coffee tables and on the floor, I see objects ranging from books to pots of jam and butter on the tables, this is how they seem to live. I tell the lady that I can help her by arranging her belongings so she has more space and so that things are tidier and she is more comfortable.

She seems quite uninterested by my suggestion and I know that she thinks that I am either trying to do this to gain favour with her or to avoid a topic that I know she wants to discuss, I also feel that this is what I am trying to do too.

The old lady wants to know about my vision of the little girl, she tells me that a good friend of theirs recently had a miscarriage, as I look to my left I see the daughter take on the appearance of a pregnant woman, she appears to be in great pain, this metamorphosis appears to be for my benefit to show me the pain of the other woman.

I turn back to the old lady, she asks me all about the details of the spirit child I met, I give her the age and date of birth, the old lady is visibly disappointed by my information, she clearly wanted to hear a different description, presumably about the miscarried child, we end our conversation there and I leave."


I'm still working on the symbolism of this dream as it quite complex and overlaps in places, I'd be very grateful for any input from the members here on the above dream and to hear about any of your experiences with spirit contact in dreams.

Cheers

S
'To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.'

William Blake ('Auguries of Innocence')