Random Alien Brain Drop. The Witching Hour

As far back as I can remember, I have always had things happen to me, or around me, that were amazingly coincidental.  I thought it funny, that certain events would spontaneously include someone from my past that I hadn't seen in years, or when I would think about someone, randomly, they would call me within minutes after thinking of them.

What does all this mean?  Synchronicity.  Is it precognitive?  

I have often wondered if my psychic ability is the direct result of my contact from otherworldly beings.  The more I research this phenomenon, the more I believe that it could be true. Could the telepathic exchanges occur because they tap into areas of the brain that world normally remain dormant?  The following experiences stand out the most in my memory, and they lead me to believe that I am correct.

When I was 19 years old, I was living at home with my parents, and was working at a local computer firm.  I had a very vivid dream one night where I felt as if I was a silent observer, as if watching a movie.  The scene before me took place on a golf course at night.  The moon was bright, and its light shone on the dewy manicured greens.  

I heard a car's engine in the distance, approaching me.  It's headlights shone on the grass, and I turned to my right to see a small car driving on the golf course.  The car was small, about the size of a Volkswagon Beetle.  The engine revved, and the car went squirrely.  I heard laughter, as if the occupants were obviously on a joy ride.

The golf course was full of little hills and mounds, and the driver decided to drive up one particular hill, and stop at the crest.  The engine revved, and the car screamed down the hill.  The grass was very wet, which provided no traction.  The car slid sideways, and when the driver tried to brake, it caused the car to do a 180, and they slammed into a tree.

I witnessed this whole thing.  The passenger side of the car had been T-boned by a tree.  I saw the driver get out of the car, and he was screaming.  The passenger, his girlfriend, had died on impact.

I woke up, and gasped for air as if I had been holding my breath underwater.  I felt like my dream was a horrible scene from a movie. I gathered myself together, and got ready for work.

While eating breakfast, I read the local paper, as usual.  What I saw before me, was beyond my comprehension.  A young local teenage couple went joy riding in a local golf course, and had hit a tree, fatally injuring his girlfriend.  I shut the newspaper, and told my mother about my dream.  She said that it was purely a coincidence, but I knew for a fact that I was there, at the scene, when it happened.  We never spoke about it again.

My second experience with the psychic dream phenomenon happened in 1993, when my oldest daughter was one year old.  I was going through a divorce from her father, who was Mormon.  I had converted to the religion so we could be married, and I subsequently became very involved in the church teaching music and Sunday School.

I had always been surrounded by members of the Mormon church as far back as I can remember. My mother worked for a irrigation company, and I used to babysit the owner's children quite frequently.  They were such amazing children, and very well behaved. My very first boyfriend in eighth grade, Benjie, was also a Mormon.  

At the time of my divorce, I was working as a hairdresser at a local hair salon, and raising my daughter as a single parent.  One night I had an extremely vivid dream that Benjie came to visit me, and he was wearing denim coveralls and a white T-shirt.  I hadn't seen him since he moved to Idaho in his freshman year of high school, so when he appeared in my dream I was so happy to see him again.

I opened my arms to him, and said, "Benjie, it is so good to see you again"!  I ran over to him and gave him the biggest hug.  It was real as anything, as if it was really him there and I was really hugging him.  And then I woke up.

The next morning I got ready for work, thinking about Benjie.  I went to work and I started to tell my first client about the dream that I had and how real it was.  As I was rolling her permanent, I looked out the window and saw one of my friends who attended the Mormon church with me, and he gave me a smile and mouthed to me,"Be right back".  He was a musician, and he was returning some equipment to the music store next to the salon.

Ten minutes later, he walked into the salon to say hello.  After chatting for about five minutes he said, "Hey, do you remember this guy'?  He walked to the door and opened it, and in walked Benjie!!! He was wearing blue denim coveralls, and a white T-shirt!!!  I looked at my client and said that was Benjie from my dream, and I tried to control myself as this was beyond belief.  I excused myself from my client, put my arms out and said, "Benjie, it is so good to see you again".

The next precognitive dream happened in 1994.  I dreamed I was in England, in the 1600's.  I was in a huge ballroom, dressed in a ball gown, my hair upswept a la Marie Antoinette.  The music was of the period- harpsichord, violin and cello filled the room.  A man approached me, and when I looked at him I realized that this gentleman was one of my clients at the salon.  He bowed, and asked my permission to dance with him.  I obliged.

We waltzed around the room when all of a sudden my grandmother appeared, but she was not dressed in period clothing, but in current attire.  She came in between us and said to my dance partner, "You cannot dance with her- you're a married man"!  He apologized to her, and then to me.  He bowed to me, and left the ballroom.  I woke up thinking that was so crazy, like I was really there, in a different time period.  I got up, and got ready for work.

While on the highway driving to work, I looked in my rearview mirror to merge into the right lane to exit.  But when I did this I recognized the person in the car behind me.  It was Terry- my client from my dream!  How could that be?  Out of all of the people that were driving on the highway at that time, how could he be right behind me?

I exited the freeway, and turned right.  So did he.  I made a left at the next stoplight.  So did he.  I made a right into the parking lot where I worked.  He followed suit. At this point, I am in a PANIC! I exited my car and ran into the salon.

I ran to the receptionist's station, where our daily appointment schedules are kept.  Apparently, after I had left work the day before my first client at 9 am had cancelled her appointment, and Terry had called in and filled her spot.  

I had no way of knowing this as I had checked my books prior to my leaving, and Terry was not my first appointment.

Synchronicity- what is it?  These things don't only happen while I am dreaming, as they're happening more and more while I am awake.

If you are an experiencer,  I would be interested to hear if you have had any similar experiences to the precognitive dream phenomena, or in your everyday life as well.

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