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Surely if I came across such an entity I would run screaming for my life…………..Which is why blood suckers never look like beasts.
I think the last time I prayed a sincere prayer before crossing over to the other side, It was a prayer that I would never have another vision and experience of death or near death experiences and that I wouldn’t be able to see beneath the surface of my encounters. That last time I awoke one night from an extremely frightening experience in which I thought I was literally dying, from what I thought was a heart attack, to which I completely left myself. After coming out of that experience, I jumped clear from my bed in the middle of the night, ran to my closet to get an old stethoscope that I kept from my old job to check my heart rate and rhythm. I was apparently still here, but horrified and stayed awake most of the night until I was too tired to stay away. What I didn’t know until a day or two later was that someone I that I was somewhat close to at the time had experienced the death of a loved one that died that very day(or night, I don’t remember at this point). I never said anything about it, but that wasn’t the first time, but it was the last time I had the “dream“.
Several years earlier during a particular romantic relationship I had a series of them, like clock work, first it was the brother of a former mate. I had never met him as he was considered the black sheep and no one had even seen or heard from him in years, in fact he was actually never mentioned to me, but surely I had a dream about “a brother” dying in a bazaar way. I had shared the dream with my significant other that following morning, and asked him about his brother, he essentially said that he hadn’t heard from him in years. Not even a week pass before they get word he died in his sleep. Funeral #1
Less than a year later his mother was ill, and hospitalized. I had visited her several times, sometimes with her not knowing who I was, but she was a pleasant woman, and was pretty nice to me before she fell gravely ill. It would be a couple of months before the dream comes again, and I made the mistake of sharing it, though I believed he might have known; I have a bad habit of talking in my sleep, so I just told it. Not a week would pass before I come home to find him shaken with disbelief and looking at me with hurt and fear. Funeral #2.
Our relationship had ended, and several months would pass as we remained friends with each other, I had another one of those dreams, but this time I was in the vehicle with him when the van(which is what it was in the dream) had skidded on some ice and over turned. Once again I awoke with such terror at the event. Scared, but relieved because we were no longer together and I wouldn’t be in a vehicle with him anyway. I called him anyway that morning and asked him to be safe since it was winter time and we always got bad weather where I lived at the time. I think it scared him, but another week would pass and apparently he felt it was nothing, then I got sick. I called him and asked him would he come by before going to work to bring me some soup because I couldn’t eat and was too weak to get up and do anything. He actually made something and came by like I had asked and left. 2 hours later I missed a call and listen to my voice mail to hear him saying something, but I couldn’t make it out, so I called, several times before getting an answer. When he left my home, on his way to work his car hit a patch of ice on the highway, I believe he said it slid about 100 yards upside down before stopping. He was not injured, but the car was a total loss. I am not sure how he didn’t get hurt, but he asked me not to have any more dreams and I believed he feared me more than anything after that. lol
Some people called that a gift, I called it a curse. I could see, but I couldn’t do anything to change those situations, I could feel, but I couldn’t stop it. I just usually ended up feeling drained and emotionally sucked dry after the experience. I would think after not “seeing” that I was free. I would be far from free because if I didn’t see anything, I could feel it, and directly experience emotionally draining experiences, or experiences that required me to give so much of myself for little or no profit.
There was a strange thing I have seen under the sun……
There were a people who had many troubles, and would share them all
Whatever ail them, they shared their plight, about everyone else who was a part of their life
They were victims, and heartbroken all day and all night
Seeking your wisdom and heart to make it alright
You sympathized, and offered your life, your friendship and love as well as your fight
Till you uncovered the joy and love that had already surrounded them,
The great relationships they already had with those they said made them victims
They were trusted loved ones, and friends, that they couldn’t share with you, because it would end
The insatiable appetite they have for sweet innocent blood
They sought to punish you for wanting more
By hiding their face and the real truth
You became a projection of their brutality
They must now see that your made out to be
I’ve come across too many people who have given sob stories about their life, shared every dreaded detail as if their world is a complete mess, and every encounter with them is about their troubles. I became somewhat hardened to find that these people often had “other” lives, lots of friends, and plenty of happy moments/hobbies/with a large variety of people, and I began to wonder what was it about me that people would make themselves out to be complete victims and hide the more happy parts of their lives? Then I saw a pattern, that beauty and a sense of naiveté, with a little strength often attracted wolves and vampires. They didn’t seek to make you a part of their lives, didn’t seek to love you, didn’t seek your friendship, but rather your metaphorical blood(Support their cause/feed their ego’s/help them gain popularity/feed off your emotional investment in a sick and twisted way).
I had learned to identify these men AND women, but how much of themselves they keep in the dark and how they often would keep you separate from family and other friends who may contradict a lot of their stories. I believe that our society is becoming more and more narcissistic……..and its time for me to starve the vampires. Those dreams perhaps were all warnings not for them, but for “me”.
I haven’t been feeling much in the way of writing because I truly have some ugly stuff………to throw away.