Wow, I just love dreaming. Especially those really intense dreams that on occasion make me think there is more to some than others. I haven't had a doom and gloom dream though in many, many years...thankfully.
Very recently though I did have one of those 'intense' dreams that brought me face to face with a former JW girlfriend of sorts. Her family was very kind to my family and often we teenagers would do crafty things at their home. Anyhow in this dream I was whisped away, ya know in those moments when you can go from one location to another without really knowing how you got there...and there was M.V. I had not even thought of that girl in over 40 years, so when we were face to face (at an assembly it seemed like, although those people just seemed to float right by us and could not interfer) this girl, now a woman of course was on oxygen, looked very much the same, just older of course, and we discussed how JW's cannot see the worth of another. All in all that dream made an impression upon me and I did not open my eyes for some time because I wanted to savor the moment, so too speak.
Here, too, with so-called psychics...yeap. Same, same. I've had some of my best times hanging out with some of them, but in the end it all came down to what others have already mentioned here. I'd not trade a moment of experiencing such fun. And just like JW's, they really don't like it when you disagree and/or want nothing to do with their brand of whatever it is they are peddling this week. OMG...there are so many stories.
Our one "psychic" friend told me years ago that most people are interested in two things only - Money, and their Love Life. And yes, many of them are smug. But my husband and I still have our "spirit guide" portraits that were given to us by a now deceased traveling psychic artist who we considered our friend.
Now his widow is an entirely different story...EEE GADS. What a total nut case!!!!!
Then I remember the dream I had just a few years ago about drowning. It was not scarey in the lest. The moment I was aware of my physical death, I just rose up from the water and floated around the small boat taking it all in. Yes indeedy. I love dreams. And what about the ones' where you are jerked awake from a deep sleep with the ever real sensation of being yanked back into your body through the abdomen. That was weird. Not scarey, just weird.
Thanks for the post.
Granny