OK, I'm not going to bore everyone with every *single* ghost dream that I have, but this was a very strong one. It happened last night.

So, there were two spirits who contacted me in the same dream. They were both on death row for murder. The first one was innocent, and scared to die, and brought me through the last hour of their life. It was really horrible, especially because the death was through electrocution.

As I felt the first spirit die, (literally felt myself fry to death!) I moved to the story of the second one. It sort of felt as though I traveled down the hall from where the first person died, and then woke up inside the second person's body. This person told me they were guilty of the crime for which they were going to be executed, but described the murder scene as though they were sleep walking at the time. Perhaps they were on drugs? They didn't really feel remorse, but a sort of eagerness to convince themself that they were innocent. They kept on telling me and retelling me the story of the murder, but changing the details, convincing themself that they didn't do it.

I had the impression that both ghosts were female, and that one of them was named Kate. But I'm not really sure; the second ghost especially seemed really ...groggy? And aren't most female capital punishment via electrocution cases fairly high profile?

OK, that's it. =)

Hi, well, so far your dreams have definately not been boring! As for this dream, I'm glad I didn't have it! I had chills when you said you felt yourself "fry". Brrrr...
One reason they felt like they were "sleep walking" could have been because they weren't sane when it happened. They probably had a neurological disorder that caused them to feel this way. Which, by the way, doesn't give them any excuse to commit any crime.
As for the high profile of female electrocution; I don't really know if it's high profile thing.
You sound alot like Alison Dubois, the psychic that the movie "medium" is based on. I would hate to have these kind of dreams.....

oh no, they're a gift, not a curse. The dream disturbed me, but more out of compassion. Once I wake from the dreams, I feel very separated from them; it's clear that they weren't *me*.

I need to start saying some sort of prayer before bed, asking God to guide these souls to the other side...since they're choosing me to tell their stories to.

These are interesting, umpazumparoo. I believe you are correct in that most female death sentence cases are pretty high profile. However, I'm under the impression that most states who employ the death penalty have gone toward using lethal injection. I couldn't help but wonder if the ghost that was electrocuted was from an earlier time and the "drugged" one would be more present day.

I had a similar experience a couple of years ago in which I was haunted by a dream in which a young murder victim came to me. The girl had been murdered and her body dumped in the subdivision where a relative was living. I told my relative about the dream and gave her a description of the murderers. Within a few weeks, four men matching the description I gave were arrested. It was a tragic case and one I wasn't too sure what to do with the information I'd been given.

Dreams like this have a way of sticking to you. I like your idea of saying the prayer to send these lost souls to the other side. They come to people for a reason, sometimes we aren't sure at the time what it is, or how to help. Maybe they're just looking for some person to give them the compassion and understanding in death they missed out on in life.

I hope you dont mind me adding to this but I have had similiar experiances, maybe they need help passing over, after all when they died it was a very traumatic way to go and a way that would hold the spirit here. Regardless of wether they deserved it or not. Maybe you could help them pass through the light so that they can travel through the Summerlands and either choose to come back into this life again as someone else and make a difference or become a guide even. They feel your strength and compassion which is why they can come to you, your right it is very much a gift xxxx

Thanks, ladies.

The dreams have been quiet these last 2 weeks; probably because I've been a little sick and stressed out. I definitely tell the souls who come to me to move along. Sometimes they do, and sometimes they're stubborn. (They're human, after all!) I think that praying *before* sleep is gonna help, once I'm in a better state of mind to start ghost dreaming again.

Ya know umpazumparoo, I don't know whether to envy you or be grateful that I don't have your gift. I guess it's a double-edged sword.

*long! sorry!*

Hmmm. I guess I've never thought of it that way.

I mean, I love the show 'Medium,' because I can relate to it so well, but the way her dreams are portrayed are so unnatural and scary. Mine aren't. I'm making contact, and the experiences are very real and sometimes scary, but I don't wake up feeling like I've been violated in any way. Even the really gruesome experiences aren't like nightmares. (I hate nightmares!) There's a sense of calm with me in all of these, and a sense of myself being seperate from the story I'm told, even if the way it's being told to me is sucking me into it.

And I think that a lot of press about mediums makes the world think that our gift is a curse at times. But you know, I think it's just a gift.

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And I want to add that I had a very odd experience the night before thanksgiving. It took me a day and a half to process and realize what it was, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. (Ghost dream, duh.)

The dream started with a picture shown to me, of this guy, AJ. Now, in real life, AJ is someone who I sort of turned myself into a doormat for, and who is still a jerk to me. In the picture, AJ was standing in a pool.

Then I had an OBE.

Suddenly, I was in the pool; he made a quick movement that I couldn't really understand, but I was suddenly underwater and looking at his legs. Then two things happened at once: I stayed in the pool, floating face down, but my mind felt him rush out of the pool, and into a hotel room.

Then - and this was so real that I actually thought about calling AJ and apologizing for scaring him so badly - I was suddenly climbing out of the pool and sort of materialized in the hotel room. Sleeping in the bed was AJ. I was dripping wet, and aware that I was a spirit. I sat down on the edge of his bed and stared at him. Then he woke up and screamed when he saw me. He looked angry, too. He said "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"FIne, Andy, I'll go," I said, a little heartsick but also a bit detached from the situation. He put his hands over his ears and eyes and pretended I wasn't there.

I floated (literally) down the stairs, walked out of the lobby and onto the sidewalk. I realized that i was in a hostel-type building. I even walked by a woman in the lobby who I would recognize if I saw her. I would recognize the hostel, too. And I'm guessing it was NYC.

Andy...hmmm. Too bad i have no idea what he looks like, because he showed up as someone who I had similar feelings for as the ghost had for her killer.

You know, for a day I thought that I had actually dream-traveled and randomly intruded on an ex who I don't like.

WOW!! It's a wonder you don't wake up totally exhausted from all that. LOL!!

Yeah, I agree that this is truly a gift to you which I believe makes you a very special person. You'd have to be to keep your cool when this happens..

hehe. It's true. I've been drowned, shot, stabbed, had various illnesses, and been electrocuted to death in dreams recently. Anyone who insists that dying in dreams equals dying in real life has clearly never met me.

Would it be improper of me to ask you your age? If you'd say 21, I think I'd totally freak! You've basically lived all the death sequences there is, so there's no surprising you now..LOL!!

I turned 27 this month. :-)

So young but yet so wise and knowing.
To make it fair, I'm 44.

Well, if you all are right, my soul is at least as old as the Rennaissance! Lol.

I had two very different dreams during the past 10+ years, in which I was shot, once in the right shoulder, next to the joint, no lung hit; once on the right side, from the back and a higher position (the exit wound was on my abdomen, right side, lower then the entry wound, which was on the back, right side, just a little lower the rib cage) No organs were hit.
The very first idea was "Sara, you watch too much CSI and Law & Order". But the first dream happened when I wasn't really into criminal investigation shows on tv.
The strange thing is that in both dreams I was fine. In the one I was shot on my shoulder, my mother was driving me to school and noticed something on my shirt. Me: "naaaah, I've just been shot" and I would get out of the car and go to school. I was 16 or 17 when I had this dream and was same age in the dream.

In the other dream (one month ago), I was driving my car and someone else was sleeping on the passenger seat. We were going 'donnowhere' but it felt like we were running away. I was wearing black or blue coat. The passenger was someone I barely knew in the dream, and I do not know at all in real life. She wakes up and asks if we are almost there, I say yes and then come up with something like "hey, you napped for a while..."
She stretches and then notices I'm not really moving my right arm. I'm resting my right arm on the side while driving with the left hand (sort of country road, manual gear but no need to change gear often like in a town). She asks "Are you tired", I say "yes, a little..."
When we are almost there (some place, probably a house) she notices the bleeding on the seat as I get out of the car. Then I'm walking inside the house like nothing happened. She asks if I'm okay, so I show her the wound and tell her she'll have to do some sewing because I can't sew myself on the back. That's the best line ever, lol (I'm a veterinarian and I do know about sewing). So, I tell her what to do and then I lay in bed and fall asleep.

And now I'm not sure my post has something to do with this topic. I just found interesting someone else had violent dreams.
ah, by the way... I'm 29

Well umpazumparoo, we all have old souls...anyway, I hope you get at least a little sleep tonight!! LOL!

Same to you slyhorse!! I don't see how you two can be rested by the time your sleep time is over.
keep us posted on any new dreams, they are so interesting from my position. LOL!!

I actually sleep well, or anyway it doesn't feel like it's been a nightmare, but rather some adventurous/action dream, lol. Strange...
I'll keep you posted, though I'd prefer less bleeding in my dreams; the last one had a little too much red, lol...

Yuck, Yeah I'd rather skip that also! That reminds me of a dream I had when I was around 10. I got up from bed and went into the living room and all over the ceiling, floor and walls were big, bloody blobs. To this day I remember that dream very vividly (I wish I could forget it!).

Wow! I haven't gone that far, just myself bleeding.
No wonder you still remember very well that dream!

I wish I'd forget it tho...I don't know what they represented. That house was haunted but don't know why that dream came to pass.