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Dream 01/09/2023 - Wrong way
Second try, first one the program crashed as I was saving.
I have dreamt of a team of ghost-hunters for years, probably triggered by the BBC show, Sea of Souls. Or else by a Canadian show that's even older (Beyond Reality 1991).
The format is always the same, the leader is an older male academic - late 50s, early 60s. There are a couple or three junior academics, some students - graduate and undergraduate, and civilian consultants/ talents. I am usually a student and a talent. Rarely am I a civilian consultant/ talent. But always a talent.
This time I was a strong medium.
We were at a university, I think the Professor was giving a series of guest lectures on paranormal phenomena and the science of paraphysics. He had a friend there, a paraphysicist who was working on creating a formula to enhance paranormal performance. He had had some success but it stressed the body of the volunteers too much; they went into cardiac arrest.
One of the students in the class, a young male on an athletics scholarship, was the son of an old student of the Professor's - a woman with mediumistic abilities who had been a member of the team until she graduated.
It was near the end of October when the young man came to us in a state of upset. His mother had disappeared. Local authorities hadn't found any signs of foul play, they were of the opinion that she had just taken off and a person had the right to go where they wanted without letting other people know; even their family. The student begged us to investigate.
We were not detectives, but we agreed to go see what we could. While we were poking around her home, I was accosted by two huge, hulking, terrifying spirits which forced me to go off with them. They took me to nearby home where an old lady lay collapsed on the floor. She had been there for some time. I called emergency and made her comfortable until they arrived. She was not unconscious. She lay a geas on the two spirit to assist me in any way.
They did not want to go with me, they wanted to stay with their old lady and protect her.
I did not want them to come with me - did I mention ... huge, hulking, terrifying?
I went back to the team, trailing the attendant spirits - none of the others could see them, I think one or two could sense them though. We did not find any sign of where the student's mother had gone or whether she had gone off on her own or been taken.
I did not treat the spirits well; I ordered them around like dogs, or slaves, and they resented me ... fought me at every turn. Finally the Professor took me aside and lectured me on the way I was treating them. I acknowledged that I was letting my fear of them make the worst of me and I sought to make amends.
We were in the University cafeteria at the time. They were hulking along a wall off to one side ... because they had to stay close to me unless I sent them off to do something. I left the table where we were all eating, walked up to the two and held out my hand, saying, "Let's try starting again." I introduced myself to them by name. They were ... confused, bemused and unsure - especially, I think, by the hand. How could they shake it? They gave me their names.
At that moment a bond snapped between the three of us - we were name-bound together as a unit.
It was very useful when I "forgot" exactly which dorm room I was assigned. It was very late, very dark and everyone else was partying. I think I was just exhausted ... we had been doing everything we could think of to find out where the missing woman was - divinations, trances, seances - nothing was working and I had fallen asleep in the room of one of my male colleagues. So I wasn't at my sharpest mentally. The attendant spirits helped me get back to my room safely.
The University made a big thing about Halloween. There were athletic competitions, talent contests, costume contests. Parties, decorations, tricks, treats. The lighting of the bonfire at twilight would signal the start of a car race around the perimeter of the campus. In all this confusion, the Professor's paraphysicist friend came to him in a panic because someone had stolen some of the performance enhancement formula and he was worried that they were going to try to use it to cheat on the athletics competitions - which would be fatal.
So we were all out and about, looking for signs of someone under the influence.
The missing woman's son won the competitions, so he was chosen to light the bonfire that started the race. Just before he tossed the torch in the bonfire, he made a vow to find his mother himself - since nobody else was doing anything. He drank down the formula, tossed the torch onto the pile of woods ... and collapsed.
I could see his spirit reeling away from his body - silver cord thinning behind it - and sent one of the attendants to follow him. Then I got the Professor and told him what had happened. The paraphysicist "borrowed" the college cop car and we took off after the attendant spirit (whom I could 'feel' to follow) who was following the spirit of the student.
Just the three of us.
We ended up at a small private hospital called "The Observatory Institute". (I was puzzled in the dream because observatories have huge telescopes sticking out of them and this place was just a boring small square building.)
They were doing research on paranormal phenomena. We couldn't find them because they had learned enough to shield themselves and they knew how to hurt spirits. They were trying to contain both the student and the attendant spirit when we burst into the room.
The boy's mother was there - she was very thin, wearing a hospital johnnie with a manacle around one ankle chaining her to the bed. She had an IV in her arm, she looked like she hadn't had a good shower or bath in weeks. But she was on her feet, fighting the researchers, trying to protect her son. There was an older man with her - a bit overweight and wearing a bermuda shirt - trying to help her out. I don't know if he was alive or a spirit because at this point on Halloween, I couldn't distinguish between the two.
Hospital security and orderlies came to help and overwhelm us, they were very contemptuous that there were only three of us coming to the rescue. I looked beyond them to my attendant spirits and all the spirits attached to the place - whom they had tortured with their research - and I said, "It's not just the three of us. The spirits are released."
And they were. There were screams of horror, pleas for mercy, the sounds of crashing and confusion. And over it all came the banshee wail of police sirens. The paraphysicist had had the sense to let the University know where we were and what we were doing all the way there.
I had to have a vacation after that, so I headed home. It was twilight, I was taking the backroads from Hannifords in Marlborough, trying to make the left-hand turn onto Ferrochia (sp?). I had to wait for a break in traffic. When I finally got a break, I saw the headlights of another car coming up fast, so I had to make it quick and it turned out that I had stopped a little too far and so had to make a more than 90 degree turn.
Then I realized I had turned onto the wrong road. I was driving through a tunnel of flowering branches, with a bridge underneath. I caught sight of a street sign "Aer de ..." (I think I saw the whole name in the dream, but it's difficult to read in dreams and that was all I recall).
The sun was shining, the houses were pretty and unusual and I decided to "get lost" for a while just to see what there was to see. After all, if I kept straight, all I had to do was turn around and go back, right?
Wrong. I couldn't find the tunnel or bridge again. I drove until I came to a café, stopped for coffee. I had to dig for money to pay for it because they didn't take credit cards. I sat at a booth with my two attendant spirits sitting across from me, discussing how I was going to find my way back. They were not happy that I hadn't turned around as soon as I knew I was on the wrong road.
While we were sitting there, the waitress came up to refresh my coffee and asked if my companions wanted anything.
And I woke up.
I have dreamt of a team of ghost-hunters for years, probably triggered by the BBC show, Sea of Souls. Or else by a Canadian show that's even older (Beyond Reality 1991).
The format is always the same, the leader is an older male academic - late 50s, early 60s. There are a couple or three junior academics, some students - graduate and undergraduate, and civilian consultants/ talents. I am usually a student and a talent. Rarely am I a civilian consultant/ talent. But always a talent.
This time I was a strong medium.
We were at a university, I think the Professor was giving a series of guest lectures on paranormal phenomena and the science of paraphysics. He had a friend there, a paraphysicist who was working on creating a formula to enhance paranormal performance. He had had some success but it stressed the body of the volunteers too much; they went into cardiac arrest.
One of the students in the class, a young male on an athletics scholarship, was the son of an old student of the Professor's - a woman with mediumistic abilities who had been a member of the team until she graduated.
It was near the end of October when the young man came to us in a state of upset. His mother had disappeared. Local authorities hadn't found any signs of foul play, they were of the opinion that she had just taken off and a person had the right to go where they wanted without letting other people know; even their family. The student begged us to investigate.
We were not detectives, but we agreed to go see what we could. While we were poking around her home, I was accosted by two huge, hulking, terrifying spirits which forced me to go off with them. They took me to nearby home where an old lady lay collapsed on the floor. She had been there for some time. I called emergency and made her comfortable until they arrived. She was not unconscious. She lay a geas on the two spirit to assist me in any way.
They did not want to go with me, they wanted to stay with their old lady and protect her.
I did not want them to come with me - did I mention ... huge, hulking, terrifying?
I went back to the team, trailing the attendant spirits - none of the others could see them, I think one or two could sense them though. We did not find any sign of where the student's mother had gone or whether she had gone off on her own or been taken.
I did not treat the spirits well; I ordered them around like dogs, or slaves, and they resented me ... fought me at every turn. Finally the Professor took me aside and lectured me on the way I was treating them. I acknowledged that I was letting my fear of them make the worst of me and I sought to make amends.
We were in the University cafeteria at the time. They were hulking along a wall off to one side ... because they had to stay close to me unless I sent them off to do something. I left the table where we were all eating, walked up to the two and held out my hand, saying, "Let's try starting again." I introduced myself to them by name. They were ... confused, bemused and unsure - especially, I think, by the hand. How could they shake it? They gave me their names.
At that moment a bond snapped between the three of us - we were name-bound together as a unit.
It was very useful when I "forgot" exactly which dorm room I was assigned. It was very late, very dark and everyone else was partying. I think I was just exhausted ... we had been doing everything we could think of to find out where the missing woman was - divinations, trances, seances - nothing was working and I had fallen asleep in the room of one of my male colleagues. So I wasn't at my sharpest mentally. The attendant spirits helped me get back to my room safely.
The University made a big thing about Halloween. There were athletic competitions, talent contests, costume contests. Parties, decorations, tricks, treats. The lighting of the bonfire at twilight would signal the start of a car race around the perimeter of the campus. In all this confusion, the Professor's paraphysicist friend came to him in a panic because someone had stolen some of the performance enhancement formula and he was worried that they were going to try to use it to cheat on the athletics competitions - which would be fatal.
So we were all out and about, looking for signs of someone under the influence.
The missing woman's son won the competitions, so he was chosen to light the bonfire that started the race. Just before he tossed the torch in the bonfire, he made a vow to find his mother himself - since nobody else was doing anything. He drank down the formula, tossed the torch onto the pile of woods ... and collapsed.
I could see his spirit reeling away from his body - silver cord thinning behind it - and sent one of the attendants to follow him. Then I got the Professor and told him what had happened. The paraphysicist "borrowed" the college cop car and we took off after the attendant spirit (whom I could 'feel' to follow) who was following the spirit of the student.
Just the three of us.
We ended up at a small private hospital called "The Observatory Institute". (I was puzzled in the dream because observatories have huge telescopes sticking out of them and this place was just a boring small square building.)
They were doing research on paranormal phenomena. We couldn't find them because they had learned enough to shield themselves and they knew how to hurt spirits. They were trying to contain both the student and the attendant spirit when we burst into the room.
The boy's mother was there - she was very thin, wearing a hospital johnnie with a manacle around one ankle chaining her to the bed. She had an IV in her arm, she looked like she hadn't had a good shower or bath in weeks. But she was on her feet, fighting the researchers, trying to protect her son. There was an older man with her - a bit overweight and wearing a bermuda shirt - trying to help her out. I don't know if he was alive or a spirit because at this point on Halloween, I couldn't distinguish between the two.
Hospital security and orderlies came to help and overwhelm us, they were very contemptuous that there were only three of us coming to the rescue. I looked beyond them to my attendant spirits and all the spirits attached to the place - whom they had tortured with their research - and I said, "It's not just the three of us. The spirits are released."
And they were. There were screams of horror, pleas for mercy, the sounds of crashing and confusion. And over it all came the banshee wail of police sirens. The paraphysicist had had the sense to let the University know where we were and what we were doing all the way there.
I had to have a vacation after that, so I headed home. It was twilight, I was taking the backroads from Hannifords in Marlborough, trying to make the left-hand turn onto Ferrochia (sp?). I had to wait for a break in traffic. When I finally got a break, I saw the headlights of another car coming up fast, so I had to make it quick and it turned out that I had stopped a little too far and so had to make a more than 90 degree turn.
Then I realized I had turned onto the wrong road. I was driving through a tunnel of flowering branches, with a bridge underneath. I caught sight of a street sign "Aer de ..." (I think I saw the whole name in the dream, but it's difficult to read in dreams and that was all I recall).
The sun was shining, the houses were pretty and unusual and I decided to "get lost" for a while just to see what there was to see. After all, if I kept straight, all I had to do was turn around and go back, right?
Wrong. I couldn't find the tunnel or bridge again. I drove until I came to a café, stopped for coffee. I had to dig for money to pay for it because they didn't take credit cards. I sat at a booth with my two attendant spirits sitting across from me, discussing how I was going to find my way back. They were not happy that I hadn't turned around as soon as I knew I was on the wrong road.
While we were sitting there, the waitress came up to refresh my coffee and asked if my companions wanted anything.
And I woke up.
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