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Date Posted: 22:40:16 07/25/11 Mon
In reply to:
Deb
's message, "My daughter is having premonitions..." on 13:43:11 11/06/05 Sun
I want you to know what kind of things i've been going through and what has been going on currently. when you read these things i dont want you to tell anyone or say anything to them about it. i just want your honest opinion.
http://www.themystica.com/mystica/articles/p/premonition.html
At age 15 I was with my best freind (Billy Craig Kritch age 17) we were at my brothers house spending the night for the party the next day. When we got there I got out of the car and started carrying things in to the house. As i was getting the last from the car i thought i saw i refection in the window of something moving. It looked like headlights coming at me really fast. I jumped back and I was scared. As i stood there i thought for a moment. "Maybe I'm just seeing things." I realized that I had dropped all of the bags that were once in my hand. Well after a few hours of working on the party for the next day we sat down and watched some movie on tv. I didnt watch much of it because i fell asleep.
It was dark out, really dark. and my vision was really blurred. I could hear Billy talking to me but it was in a slurred and low voice. I kept drifting to sleep. i was so tired but i had to keep my hands wrapped around the steering wheel. The windshield was constantly being wiped from the outside rain that kept pounding the glass. Vision was so limited that I had to squint just to see the speedometer, which was now pegged at 78 miles an hour. Then everything went dark, but only for a breif moment. My vision returned to see a bright light which dimmed to reveal the horrifying picture through the windshield, yes, it was the road but I had to look up to see the road. I blinked and the road was on our left. Blood was on my fingers, hands and windshield.
I woke up on the couch early the next morning, I was sweating really badly. It was just a nightmare. I finally catch my breath and find Billy was laying on the floor in front of the couch where i had fallen asleep. I kicked him saying "Wake up! I'm starving." So we went into the kitchen and grabbed some cereal. The news was on and it was supposed to be high in the upper 90's with little clouds in sight. Perfect weather for the party, despite the humitity levels beyond the norm. The party started around eight. By eleven i was buzzed, not drunk, but i was feeling good. As people from the party talked I stared at my glass which was half full. There was a bright light coming from the glass, or so it seemed as it got bigger then instantly dissapeared. I laughed and chugged the rest of my soco and coke. I saw a light come on inside the house, I watched as someone walked by a window. the person walked by again and turned the light off. i saw as the person walked to the front of the house. I walked up to see who it was and to thank them for coming. But when i reached the front of the house i saw i didnt have to. It was Billy. He had his car keys and was about to start the vehicle. I asked him what he was doing. He answered, "I gotta get home. Parent need me tomorrow, I totally forgot." I could tell he was wasted. I told him not to go cause he was drunk. He asked if i was drunk, I said no. He threw me the keys and said, "Drive me home." I argued with him for a little bit, but finally i caved in. I left a note on Steve's counter saying i was going home. Me not thinking about what i was about to do and how dangerous it was, i drove out of the parking lot. i was doing good for a while, i mean i didnt even have a drivers licence. We were talking about the things we needed to do this summer before school started back up again. Billy's voice kept getting lower and harder to understand, which was making me very tired. I kept blinking back the heavy eye lids and turned on the windshield wipers as it began to rain. The sound of the rain hitting the windshield was like a metrenome, it seemed to keep a rythm. this made me even more tired. I yawned as I turned the corner. I didnt wake up to laying on the couch this time, I woke up to spinning bright lights. I blacked out as i felt my head hit the windshield.
Three months later Billy died due to a punctured lung in the hospital. I still remember the dream just as clear the actual accident. only because they were close to the same exact story. it never made me think about seeing how we had wrecked almost twenty-four hours before it actually happened till a couple years later.
I was only two when my father had died. I never really knew how he died until i was about 17 years old. I was sitting in class, bored out of my mind, thinking about what i was doing that night. I started to play a song in my head as the sound of the teachers voice kept getting lower and lower.
I was running with two other men in front of me. There was gun shots to the left of my eardrum. Every shot made me duck and run a little faster. There was a helocopter overhead, I looked up and realized it was our ectraction bird. We set up a 360 degree security as we climbed up the rope ladder one by one. i was next to go up. I slung my rifle over my back as i started to climb. i was half way up when a screeching sound came from behind me. i looked as i saw a trail of smoke billowing from the top of a building not even a few 100 yards away. i watched as it got closer. It exploded on impact as the Blackbird above me spun out of control above me. It kept getting closer but i didnt know what to do. the bird exploded above me as the propeler, or at least part of it hurteled at me.
I woke up screaming and everyone around me stared at me. The bell rang for the next class as headed for study hall, sweating, yet again. I later searched how my father had died. but I couldnt find anything on it. I still beleive till this day that I was playing as my father's role in the dream.
I've had other dreams like this but I'm not tping them till I've drempt it again and can gain more information on it. I wanna know what you think is happening. Is it just a coincedence or is there a reason I'm having these dreams.
With love,
Your military man
Josh
US MARINE CORPS
So right about now you may be thinking that I'm crazy. Believe me, I'm starting to think the same. I can't even think anymore. I tried playing guitar today, but I couldn't even play a single song without messing up.
I had another dream last night. I dreamt that there was a house, I couldn't make out where it was, but it was a big house. It had lots of windows so artificial lights weren't needed during the day. It was an open house, maybe it was old or it was just the dream that made every sound echo. There was a woman, she was walking into the kitchen. She had a ring on her left right finger, so she wasnt the only person who belonged to the house. As she was putting a pot of water on the stove there was a car pulling up to the house. A few seconds later a man and a dog walked into the house. The woman greeted the man with a kiss and a hug. It was her husband. The married couple sat down for dinner. There was talking amongst them but I couldn't make out what they were speaking of. The tea pot started to whistle with an annoying high pitch sound. It then quieted to a low whistle as the woman set the flame of the stove on low. They went into the family room to finish the tea.
As night fell quickly the old man and woman crawled into bed and listened to the rain patter against the shingle roof. As they held eachother, they drifted to sleep. All was quiet in the house. A pin could be heard hitting the floor it was so quiet. But there was a high pitch sound coming from the kitchen., neither the woman or man had heard this annoying sound again. As it got louder the flame kept getting bigger under the pot. there was a haze coming from the flame. It swirled above the boiling pot of water. The pot grew a crack from the handle down the side. It was getting hotter and hotter. Then all of the sudden the old married couple woke up to a sound of clay exploding downstairs. They sat up with fear as they saw a very bright light outside the bedroom floor. The woman gasped.
Then I was standing outside the house. I watched as the old house exploded, talking the married couple up in flames, never to be seen again.
I already had this typed out and sent it to my girlfriend so I just sent what I sent her
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