 Originally Posted by DarkoMarco
What do you call it when you have met someone you have dreamt of and that person has dreamt of you as well???
Okay, so it's 1991, I'm eighteen years old, I have this dream I'm visiting with this woman I know very well at her apartment with a couple of friends of mine. The dream was very memorable and when I woke up I had the sense that I knew this woman/girl, well. But, I didn't know her at all, not in the waking world.
So I go to work that night, at the Four Seasons restaurant, Granite City IL, I was a food server and I was working a banquiet party, I was to work this huge banquiet party and I was told a new waitress would be starting that night and she would be working with me, and I was to show here the ropes. When I met her, I was blown away, this was the same girl I had dreamed about the night before. The girl was between 22 and 25, blond hair, pretty, about 5'5.
As blown away as I am by this, it gets better, and worse. We worked well together, and she was extremely cordial. Very nice manners, and a good hard worker. At no time did I tell her or anyone about my dream, let's face it, no one would have believed me anyway. And we were working all night, so that's that. So it's the end of the night, she hands me this note and tells me not to read it until she leaves. So i do, and I can't believe what it says when I read it. It goes on to say that she knows she just met me, and that she knows it sounds incredible but that she had a dream about me the day before she met me and not to tell anyone! And as short as that is, it was a full page note. I'm dumbfounded, I mean I'm floored, I was just slack jawed. Here I am eighteen years old meeting some one out of one of my dreams, and she is telling me I am out of one of her dreams. This stuff is trully twilight zone esque and I couldn't have been more shocked if a Koala bear had walked into the restaurant and told me I was it's long lost cub.
Anyway, about twenty five minutes later she comes running back into the restaurant and asks if I had read the note. I told her yes, and that I knew it sounded crazy but that I had had the same thing happen and I had dreamt about her the day before. (Probably not my best move. But I was eighteen and hindsight is 20/20).
She was doing this fluttering waving thing with her hands and she was obviously high strung about the whole thing. I guess we had our own ways of dealing with the whole thing, I think at this point her way was to decide to pretend it never happened. She asked for the note back. I gave it to her. She told me not to tell anyone. I told her I wouldn't and she didn't have anything to worry about. She wasn't really listening to me, she was rambling to herself, she was beratting herself for having given the note to me. After she secured the note, and my promise I wasn't going to tell anybody, she left. The next day I find out she had been hired as my replacement, the boss (Charlie Hestor, the restaurant was also called Charlies) thought I was too young for the job and that was the last night I worked there, I never saw nor heard from the girl again.
I gotta say, in retrospect I could have done a few things differently so I could have atleast had a few more communications with the girl. But, hind sight is 20/20, and I was only eighteen at the time, the whole thing felt so kismet, and the town we lived in so small, I thought for sure I would see her again. It turns out I soon moved to St.louis and then Phoenix and that was not meant to be. Was fate toying with me? Should I have taken the bulls by the horn? I don't like to admit it, but I regret not knowing this girl.
wow... let me tell you my story...
when I was livin in Massachusetts, a few years ago... I met this pretty blond lady... fit, a runner, big brown eyes, long nose, big smile, long straight hair. Her name is R. Pine.
We fell in love. It was a weird relationship... we never did anything, not even kiss...
But, we used to tell each other all the time telepathically, "I love you."
We would stare at each other for five straight minutes and not speak vocally.
After one of these conversations, she said out loud, "So, you think you're telepathic? What am I thinking?"
"What am I thinking? What am I thinking? Hey, you're pretty good." I said out loud.
"You're pretty good." she said out loud. "I have something to show you."
She then showed she was telekinetic.
I asked her if I could go into her dream (my psychic power).
She said yes.
When I told her the dream the next day, she freaked out.
I decided I would never share a dream with anyone again...
until I met Raven Knight.
She taught me that sharing dreams is real.
Time goes by...
My dream guide, Xaphor tells me I must aid R. in dreams, even though I will have no confirmation it's working. I must do it for love and out of the goodness of my heart. I help her defeat a nightstalker...
I started having dreams of my dream-wife, Selene, the moon goddess... wearing a teardrop shaped moonstone on her neck.
When I first met my current girlfriend, I found out she has the same first name as R. Pine, is a runner, is from Mass., is also Italian-Irish... same build same facial features... it was crazy...
and she wears a teardrop shaped moonstone around her neck....
on her stomach is the tattoo: goddess.
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Life is mystical and magical. You are a natural dreamwalker. Only don Juan knows where your journey will take you... maybe to that woman again? Maybe another version of her. Thanks for sharing.
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