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[J.P.]

I usually try to fix it, but it's not like a happy renovating. Once there was no door and some strange people came in and made themselves at home.
And I have those dreams for at least 10 years already, and they are usually exhausting.

[Boton]

27 minutes ago, J.P. said:

I usually try to fix it, but it's not like a happy renovating. Once there was no door and some strange people came in and made themselves at home.
And I have those dreams for at least 10 years already, and they are usually exhausting.

I had a similar dream once when I was going through a bad time. I had inherited my grandparents' house (it wasn't really, but it was in the dream), and there were vagrants camped out on the lawn and living inside. In the dream, I kept walking around to them and saying, "It's fine if you used to live here, but this is mine now and you can't stay." They all packed up and left.

In a later dream, same house, I discovered wonderful kitchens in the basement, piles of books in the attic, secret passageways on the main floor, and a secret garden out back.

[Hikari]

Herlock Sholmes:

Just found this on the interwebs.  A freak movie theatre death of a man from Birmingham, England, who got his head stuck in an electric reclining seat.  Be careful with those electric movie seats!  (I have never encountered one here, but I will be on my guard)

https://www.yahoo.com/news/man-dies-getting-head-stuck-184447624.html

[Arcadia]

 

[Pseudonym]

Still weird. Will always be weird. I can't for the life of me think of a reason why, even a wacky Sherlock reason. 

[Pamela]

On 3/21/2018 at 4:42 PM, Boton said:

I had a similar dream once when I was going through a bad time. I had inherited my grandparents' house (it wasn't really, but it was in the dream), and there were vagrants camped out on the lawn and living inside. In the dream, I kept walking around to them and saying, "It's fine if you used to live here, but this is mine now and you can't stay." They all packed up and left.

In a later dream, same house, I discovered wonderful kitchens in the basement, piles of books in the attic, secret passageways on the main floor, and a secret garden out back.

That last dream sounds great. I bet you loved it! I would have!

I'm new here. Can I share a dream?

First, I lost my beloved 13 year-old dog Toby in 2010 (brain tumor). I dream about  him often, and last night in my dream I heard him bound into my bedroom and put his front paws up on the bed near me and I felt his breath.  Of course I woke up and looked for him. That sort of thing has happened so many times before, when I heard him or just sort of felt his presence. I still miss him dearly.

[HerlockSholmes]

On 22/03/2018 at 7:22 PM, Hikari said:

Herlock Sholmes:

Just found this on the interwebs.  A freak movie theatre death of a man from Birmingham, England, who got his head stuck in an electric reclining seat.  Be careful with those electric movie seats!  (I have never encountered one here, but I will be on my guard)

https://www.yahoo.com/news/man-dies-getting-head-stuck-184447624.html

I saw the item on the local news. I had to check that it wasn’t April 1st! I know where that cinema is but I’ve never been inside.

Last time I went to the cinema it was to see Chaplin’s latest🙂

[Boton]

4 hours ago, Pamela said:

That last dream sounds great. I bet you loved it! I would have!

I'm new here. Can I share a dream?

First, I lost my beloved 13 year-old dog Toby in 2010 (brain tumor). I dream about  him often, and last night in my dream I heard him bound into my bedroom and put his front paws up on the bed near me and I felt his breath.  Of course I woke up and looked for him. That sort of thing has happened so many times before, when I heard him or just sort of felt his presence. I still miss him dearly.

It sounds to me like Toby is making sure you're OK, and he's waiting for you when you get to the Rainbow Bridge.  

[Arcadia]

17 hours ago, Pseudonym said:

Still weird. Will always be weird. I can't for the life of me think of a reason why, even a wacky Sherlock reason. 

Sherlock sees a drawing of a man with perfect proportions and wants to store it in his mind palace. He thinks John has perfect proportions, so he associates the drawing with John?

Or maybe John himself thinks he has perfect proportions, and he's the one who stuck his own head on there. Sherlock's never noticed the difference.

[Arcadia]

4 hours ago, Pamela said:

That last dream sounds great. I bet you loved it! I would have!

I'm new here. Can I share a dream?

First, I lost my beloved 13 year-old dog Toby in 2010 (brain tumor). I dream about  him often, and last night in my dream I heard him bound into my bedroom and put his front paws up on the bed near me and I felt his breath.  Of course I woke up and looked for him. That sort of thing has happened so many times before, when I heard him or just sort of felt his presence. I still miss him dearly.

I had that happen with my cat a few times. Felt her presence sooo strongly. For a while I kept seeing her out of the corner of my eye. Miss her a lot, she was an amazing friend.

 

[Pamela]

1 hour ago, Boton said:

It sounds to me like Toby is making sure you're OK, and he's waiting for you when you get to the Rainbow Bridge.  

Oh, you made me cry!

[T.o.b.y]

18 hours ago, Arcadia said:

I had that happen with my cat a few times. Felt her presence sooo strongly. For a while I kept seeing her out of the corner of my eye. Miss her a lot, she was an amazing friend.

 

Same here with the only furry pet that was ever primarily mine, a darling little black and white tomcat, a stray who adopted me when I was 13 and was so persistent that my parents let me keep him. He only lived for two years after that, then got run over by a snow plough. 

[J.P.]

[Pseudonym]

I was saving this for tomorrow, but what the hell. Yes, it is once more time for the horror that is the Batch Bunny. 

[J.P.]

Easter and Halloween in one. We could also throw Xmas into the mix - with that weather…

[T.o.b.y]

Happy Easter, btw! Or whatever else you celebrate this time of the year. 

[Arcadia]

Well, I got the real thing for Easter ... that is, PBS chose tonight (Easter night) to broadcast BC's "A Child in Time." It was pretty good, I enjoyed watching it. The ending was a bit abrupt, I thought.

[Van Buren Supernova]

Another edition of statistically proven about why men die faster, despite some claim that women are the cause.

Wiiiiiiii

[Van Buren Supernova]

On 3/30/2018 at 3:50 PM, Pamela said:

 

First, I lost my beloved 13 year-old dog Toby in 2010 (brain tumor). I dream about  him often, and last night in my dream I heard him bound into my bedroom and put his front paws up on the bed near me and I felt his breath.  Of course I woke up and looked for him. That sort of thing has happened so many times before, when I heard him or just sort of felt his presence. I still miss him dearly.

Sunday night I brought my dog to vet hospital because he had stomach cramp and not his usual self. While everything is thankfully okay, every single day, whenever I hug his little body I have this extreme fear that the day will come, from the moment I said yes to having a dog again. It gets worse everyday and reminds me of how actually weak I am to these things.

I've lost couple of dogs in the past, although it's crushing they were family dog that I didn't raise on my own. The last personal pet I had was a hamster and I couldn't even describe how horrible it was when I lost her. A hamster. How would I cope one day when I lost this dog is beyond me.

But all dogs go to heaven. Those are beautiful dream Pamela. One that I wish I will have.

[Pamela]

Oh, you'll love this one I had almost a year ago. I  truly believe that God gave me this dream visit from my Toby. I felt him walk from the foot of the bed up to the top and sit there and look at me. (In the dream) I opened my eyes to look at him and he disappeared. Reasoning that if I closed my eyes he would come back, I closed my eyes, and he did come back. But this time I opened just one eye, and he didn't disappear, and I got to touch him and pet him and we played for awhile. He rolled over, I scratched his belly, it was just wonderful. It was the most tactile, realistic dream I've ever had.

I'll never forget this beautiful gift from God.

[Carol the Dabbler]

Maybe it wasn't exactly a dream?  I've had some very clear communication from departed cats when I was awake.

[Pamela]

58 minutes ago, Carol the Dabbler said:

Maybe it wasn't exactly a dream?  I've had some very clear communication from departed cats when I was awake.

Well, it happened when I was sleeping, in bed, overnight, and when I woke up in the morning I remembered it as a dream.

Carol, can you tell me about your experience?

[Carol the Dabbler]

Not saying it wasn't just a dream -- but it would theoretically be far easier for Toby to get through to you in your sleep than when you're focusing on a bunch of other things.

I've had two experiences that I'd be hard-pressed to explain except as communication.  Here's the first one:

Alex and I had taken in a young-adult boy cat who looked in pretty bad shape -- scrawny and mangy-looking.  We kept him separate from the other cats pending a visit to the vet, which was fortunate because Val tested positive for feline leukemia.  He could hear the other cats at a distance and might have occasionally caught a glimpse of Amy when he and she were sitting in their respective favorite windows, but there were always at least two closed doors between them (in order to protect him from whatever random bug his compromised immune system might allow him to catch from them, and of course to keep them from getting his leukemia).  What with regular meals and a comfortable place to live, he was soon looking very healthy.

We visited Val several times a day, but of course he was lonely, and had a unique way of showing it.  Just about every time I knelt down to clean his litter box, he'd jump up onto my shoulders and then sit on the back of my head.  Not the most comfortable position for me, but since he was clearly just being friendly, I'd tolerate it as best I could, then cuddle with him when I was done with my chore.

He had a pretty good year with us, and then the leukemia got him.  A couple of weeks after his passing, I was cleaning the other cats' litter boxes when Walter jumped onto my shoulders and planted his butt firmly on the back of my head.  He had never done that before.  In fact, the only cat who'd ever done that was Val, and Walter had never even met Val.  Walter would do that every so often over the next few months, and I'd say "Hi, Val!"

[Pamela]

Thanks for sharing  that, Carol.

[Carol the Dabbler]

You're welcome.    The other incident went like this:

Sarah was staying overnight at the vet's office for a routine treatment.  I was looking forward to bringing her home, but wasn't particularly worried.  As I sat on the edge of the bed at 3 am and turned off my lamp, I was thinking only of getting some sleep.  All of a sudden the blackness in front of me was filled with the glowing larger-than-lifesize face of Daisy, who had passed on a year or two earlier.  She didn't vocalize in any way, but she was beaming with joy.  Not being prone to visions, and not knowing what to make of this, I just said "I love you, Daisy."  Then the vision quickly faded away, and I went to bed.

At 7 am, the phone woke me.  It was the vet, saying he was so sorry, and had no idea what had happened, but when he came in to feed Sarah, she was dead.  I was heartbroken, thinking of her dying alone in that cold metal cage, surrounded by strange cats and dogs in the dark.  It wasn't until later that I suddenly realized she had *not* been alone -- Daisy had come to escort her.