Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Sneaky Bastard

I fell asleep last night during the Dallas / Heats game. When I woke up I was sitting in the very end of this long, oval table. "Who won the game?" There was about 40 people there and they just looked at each other and did not say a word. I figured that I was having another crazy-ass dream so, I started to get up. The chair was about 500 lbs. , it seemed, and I could not budge it. I looked around at everyone and they were all wearing the same white robe. Do you remember that old man in Lord of The Rings? That is what they all looked like. I mean every last one of them. "Has any of ya'll seen the colonel, lately?" I asked. They were staring me down. Started giving me a creepy feeling. Then I remembered how the colonel left me. I showed him no fear. I was wondering if it would work with these guys. "Look, ya'll are just about to piss me off, so, someone better start talking." Shit, that didn't scare them in the least. They just kept on staring at me. I was starting to feel real uneasy when the dude at the far end of the table stood up and introduced himself. He was responsible for fighting all bad in the celestial world. "Are all these guys your helpers"? I had to know cause we were gonna have some problems if that is all he had. "These are a small part of my armies we use to stop evil." That's good to know. Cause what I was kooking at could not whip up a on bunch of women. The next thing I know I am being moved at a fairly good clip without the use of airplanes or any other mechanical devices. This has got to be the dream of all dreams. We were traveling the universe, not just the world. I had no idea how it would be possible other than in a dream. As fast as we took off we were standing in a beautiful field with an enormous waterfall cascading down from heights that were enormous. As I was taking in the beautiful scenery he told me that I did some good work when I occupied the body that ended Colonel DeBarge's pain and suffering. I had no idea how he knew all that he knew but he was impressive. "I also understand that the act itself has given you much grief." he said. "Who are you, and how do you know all this?" I asked. "That is not important at this time." Was his response. He had the most caring and loving aura about himself that I wanted to hang out with this guy. "You see, there is a lot of things I know about you and there are a lot of good in you."  He must have missed the Ted Nugent concert. I could not figure out exactly where I was, nor, could I figure out how the hell I got there. The whole crew in the flowing white gowns were standing there, too. I could feel nothing but a satiated feeling from being around them. I was not scared, at all. "What is your name?" I asked. "I am the truth, the light, I have many names. They are not important." Was this a dream? I could not honestly tell if it was a dream or reality. As I was trying to figure it out the man with the robe approached me. There were others wearing robes but I guess he was the leader of the bunch. When he reached me he outstretched his hand and quicker than a heartbeat I was standing in my living room, the light fading. I could hear a voice in the distance saying that we will meet again.Cool.       theblogmeister 

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Something in Common

About 5 years ago I started hearing strange voices and seeing things. I would turn my TV to one channel, come back from the bathroom, and my TV would be unplugged but still on. I know it was my TV because it's the only plug in the electrical outlet.
  Fast forward to this year. I am still hearing things at 14 and I think it's done nothing but grown. Everywhere we move (my dad's job causes us to move about once everyone three months) things seem to be attracted to me.
  Why the paranormal would want to bother me when I was nine and keep attacking me now is a wonder to my parents. At first they thought I was going insane when they would come into my room and find me in a fetal position screaming my head off. They took me to the doctor on several occasions.
  Now like I said, it's done nothing but gotten worse. I will have nightmares every night. Everyone but this major paranormal freak hates me. We have to move to Colorado soon, so I will lose him pretty quick.
  At school ghosts love to visit me when I'm alone. They will knock things over harshly. They especially love to make the speakers do that feedback thing, and call my name.
  At home they will turn the TV on, off, turn the channels. Turn the water on and off in the bathrooms and kitchen. Mostly they attack me in my sleep. The most recent dream I have had is a little girl being drowned in my pool and then a hurricane destroying my home, even though we live no where near the ocean!
Well anyways, thanks for reading my story. Maybe more will happen in Colorado I will tell you about next week, or whenever this is up.

It seems that the author of this story and I have something in common. We both have had visits or strange events that happened to us when we were young. These events are still happening, today. It seems that the last time that I saw the colonel and showed anger it scared him off. Well, I do not know if that is why he left but it is coincidental that fear motivated him to try manipulating me and when I got pissed off and showed my anger the colonel left. We have digressed in our relationship. It is know like it was 30 years ago, or so it seems. It is back to my having nightmares that he chooses not to be seen as much. Our relationship has definitely changed after he asked me why did I fear him. That really got me. You dumb son of a bitch, why do you think I am afraid. That question he asked me just set me off and I think he knows it. Hell, maybe I scared his ass for a change. When he felt like he had the power and could make me react to some of his images and unexpected sounds he seemed to get bolder and try more intimidating things. When I got pissed and yelled at him, he lurked away. Now, he is slowly trying to do whatever his plan is. I do not have a clue as to what he is trying. Don't get me wrong, the nightmares do have an effect on me. I am not immune to them. They are terror filled and very uncomfortable for me to endure. Maybe that is what he wants, I do not know. Where ever this thing goes, I will keep you in the loop. Thanks for stopping by,      theblogmeister