Post by TPIMaster on Jul 19, 2005 21:34:11 GMT
Has anyone ever had weird dreams involving PID? I have, a few nights ago. I'll tell you all about it.
First of all, I'd like to say that I'm not really a spiritual person. I have a few interests in the paranormal but didn't encounter anything even similiar to it. I'm also not a psycho.
Now, I'll tell you my story:
A few nights ago (it was on Wednesday), I was dreaming. I must tell you that I always listen to Beatles in my bed with my iPod and then I fall asleep with my iPod still on. So, I was dreaming. In this dream, I was walking in a busy street. Suddenly, I notice an old guy I used to tell stories to. I ask him what he is up to lately. He tells me that he's been fascinated by PID and he starts telling me the basic clues. I try to interrupt him but he keeps on talking. Then suddenly, he starts to tell clues from the MMT booklet from page 1 to 2 etc. That was the first weird thing, since I don't own the MMT booklet, nor do I know a lot about it (other than a few pics (Fool On The Hill one and stuff)). It could be possible that I was listening to a radio broadcast of PID of the 60s, cause I have those on my iPod, and my mind maybe transported it into the dream. So the guy is telling me about the booklet and I try to tell him about the Sgt. Pepper reprise, but I can't seem to stop him from talking. So I leave. Then suddenly, I'm at my home. I have this city of Lego that I built when I was like 7 (and kept building it till I was like 11). I put some sticks in an order (Don't know how I came up with it) and suddenly, there's this bright light. I disappear from the room, my sister, who is constantly looking at her pc screen in the dream, doesn't look at me. Then I am suddenly at a different house. There's a man, looks a bit like my dad, there. I'm in a kitchen. I leave the kitchen and get in the living room. The structure of the house looks like my house, but it's smaller and different and more. So I see 4 guys lying on a sofa that looks a lot like the sofa here. The four guys are The Beatles. They look like the Paperback Writer/Rain guys. But Paul is skinny, like he used to be, before 1966. But they look a year or two older, but they don't have any difference. And it is Paul. I think this would've been how The Beatles looked like if Paul didn't die. Then, I put some sticks (which suddenly appeared) in the same order as at the Lego and I go to a different place. This one has my family. I replace again a bit later and I reappear at my home. Home, sweet home. A bit later, I'm somewhere else again. I'm in a forest. I walk around and I see a blanket lying in a pit. I take it away and I see Paul. He looked like he was just unconcious, not dead. I wondered what it would be to be him at that moment. I then suddenly, am in that pit. The blanket isn't on there. Then suddenly, I see two guys. One of them has a shovel. The other guy throws the blanket back on and the one with the shovel starts throwing sand on the blanket, not too much though, I still see light. Then a bit later, a wolf-kind of monster starts digging in the pit and starts to bite my left hand and arm. It tries to pull it off. I feel the biting and the pulling on my real arm so I suddenly wake up. I'm covered with sweat. Wednesday morning. (Not 5 o'clock though) It was clearly a nightmare, but the first one that ever stayed in my memory that clearly. Also the first Beatles-nightmare. I didn't even knew that existed ;D
Once again, I don't lack anything, I'm perfectly normal.
First of all, I'd like to say that I'm not really a spiritual person. I have a few interests in the paranormal but didn't encounter anything even similiar to it. I'm also not a psycho.
Now, I'll tell you my story:
A few nights ago (it was on Wednesday), I was dreaming. I must tell you that I always listen to Beatles in my bed with my iPod and then I fall asleep with my iPod still on. So, I was dreaming. In this dream, I was walking in a busy street. Suddenly, I notice an old guy I used to tell stories to. I ask him what he is up to lately. He tells me that he's been fascinated by PID and he starts telling me the basic clues. I try to interrupt him but he keeps on talking. Then suddenly, he starts to tell clues from the MMT booklet from page 1 to 2 etc. That was the first weird thing, since I don't own the MMT booklet, nor do I know a lot about it (other than a few pics (Fool On The Hill one and stuff)). It could be possible that I was listening to a radio broadcast of PID of the 60s, cause I have those on my iPod, and my mind maybe transported it into the dream. So the guy is telling me about the booklet and I try to tell him about the Sgt. Pepper reprise, but I can't seem to stop him from talking. So I leave. Then suddenly, I'm at my home. I have this city of Lego that I built when I was like 7 (and kept building it till I was like 11). I put some sticks in an order (Don't know how I came up with it) and suddenly, there's this bright light. I disappear from the room, my sister, who is constantly looking at her pc screen in the dream, doesn't look at me. Then I am suddenly at a different house. There's a man, looks a bit like my dad, there. I'm in a kitchen. I leave the kitchen and get in the living room. The structure of the house looks like my house, but it's smaller and different and more. So I see 4 guys lying on a sofa that looks a lot like the sofa here. The four guys are The Beatles. They look like the Paperback Writer/Rain guys. But Paul is skinny, like he used to be, before 1966. But they look a year or two older, but they don't have any difference. And it is Paul. I think this would've been how The Beatles looked like if Paul didn't die. Then, I put some sticks (which suddenly appeared) in the same order as at the Lego and I go to a different place. This one has my family. I replace again a bit later and I reappear at my home. Home, sweet home. A bit later, I'm somewhere else again. I'm in a forest. I walk around and I see a blanket lying in a pit. I take it away and I see Paul. He looked like he was just unconcious, not dead. I wondered what it would be to be him at that moment. I then suddenly, am in that pit. The blanket isn't on there. Then suddenly, I see two guys. One of them has a shovel. The other guy throws the blanket back on and the one with the shovel starts throwing sand on the blanket, not too much though, I still see light. Then a bit later, a wolf-kind of monster starts digging in the pit and starts to bite my left hand and arm. It tries to pull it off. I feel the biting and the pulling on my real arm so I suddenly wake up. I'm covered with sweat. Wednesday morning. (Not 5 o'clock though) It was clearly a nightmare, but the first one that ever stayed in my memory that clearly. Also the first Beatles-nightmare. I didn't even knew that existed ;D
Once again, I don't lack anything, I'm perfectly normal.