Well, I hope I posted this in the right place… 
not really, but it was no problem to move it to Beyond Dreaming 
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- names and titles may be subject to change for privacy and personal reasons
I sometimes have this strange ability to know what people are thinking, and I often have precognitive visions in dreams and sometimes (rarely) in my everyday waking life. I picture it my head, or it just floats to the surface of my mind. I used to push those thoughts away when I was younger, because I thought that I was probably just going insane… But after a few incidences, I realized that this was something I shouldn’t push away, rather something I should try to develope… just like lucid dreaming. I developed that at an early age, before I even learned of the term ‘lucid dreaming’. It came easily to me. I’m very in tune to my spirituality.
Some people believe that the use of drugs and alcohol inhibits your ability to open your mind and acheive these things, but I (and I’m not the only one) believe it’s quite the contrary. When I’m high or in some drug-enduced altered state I think thoughts I’d never have previously thought while sober… and this is when I first succesfully was able to ‘mind communicate’ with a close friend of mine. Drugs, I’ve found, really open and expand my mind… just so long as they’re used wisely.
My friend, Cici, and I were doing a little drinking and some green smoking one night, alone, at her house. We were both mumbling at each other about how much the drugs were effecting us. C’mon, all you partiers know what I’m talking about. When you’re f*cked up, you’re probably going to say so. Well, I started mumbling to her about how intoxicated I was, and trailed off. I started focusing on a movie that lay on a floor, when her voice suddenly entered my head. I thought for a moment I was just imagining things, but I answered her in my mind, anyway. Right after I answered her, I looked up at her to see if maybe I wasn’t crazy after all, and she looked up at me with this expression of disbelief on her face. Clearly, she was struggling with her own sanity, as well.
And then she said, “Did you hear that too?”
And I said, “Yeah, you were talking in my mind, weren’t you?”
And she replied, “YOU WERE IN MY HEAD MAN, I HEARD YOU TALKING!”
Apparently, when I started mumbling and trailing off, those thoughts that didn’t cross my lips invaded her brain as if I was saying it to her anyway. We both repeated the conversation aloud, and our versions were the exact same. We were both amazed and shocked with this.
But, that wasn’t the first or the last time something like that happened to me. My twin flame and I often communicate through our minds and our dreams. I’ll get into that a little later…
A few weeks later, I returned to Cici’s house. Again, we were all stoned. She wasn’t in her room, but I was sitting in there chatting with another friend of mine (Beebee) about a movie she watched. She started talking to me about this alien in the movie, and had a image in her head of a bug that the alien looked like (she was trying to describe its appearance to me), but couldn’t figure out what it was called. Immediately and instantly, an image of a praying mantis popped in my head, and out of my mouth. She recoiled, and shreiked, “Oh my god! How did you know!” And I told her that I saw the image in my head. The same image she’d been picturing. Oh, Beebee and I both happened to be tripping balls on DXM.
This happened to be on the same night that I had already had a telepathic/precognitive experience. You see, there is this guy that I’m in love with (whom I know is my twin flame), but things hadn’t been going well between us because of the lack of communication. I was sort of heartbroken about it and was trying to put him out of my mind–which I’d been successful. Well, the night before, I started thinking about him randomly again, and I couldn’t get him out of my head. I was at the end of my wits, and was about to give up on him altogether. Right before I went to bed that night, I told myself that if he and I were truly meant to be (that we were soul mates) that I would know by the morning. Kind of in the way that I tell myself that I am going to have a dream (and lucid dreams) and remember it in the morning. Not wanting it too much, but making sure it was fresh in my mind. That night, I dreamt of him. I won’t lie, it was a sexual dream, but it was strange… as if he and I were actually sharing the dream. During the dream (I knew I was dreaming, but I let the dream take its own flow during the first part, and then I took control during the last part to see if it was really him, or if he was a part of my imagination) he and I talked, and he told me that he was dreaming. He told me he was in my dream. And then he started babbling about how this wasn’t really a dream at all (as if to say we met each other on the astral plane). Apparently, he’d been having the same feeling during his waking life about me–that I was slipping away, and he didn’t want that to happen.
I woke up the next morning with the strangest feeling. I knew it was him, and not my own mind. And for some reason, I knew I was going to randomly see him that day. I didn’t know how I knew this, I just knew it. I had class that night (at my community college), and afterwards, Beebee came and picked me up. It was around 10pm. I hadn’t ran into him, but I still had that feeling that I was going to. Beebee needed to get cigarettes, and nearly forgot, but turned the car around, announcing that we were going to go to one of the local grocery stores. I’m not a cigarette smoker, so I’m usually annoyed when people go out of their way to buy cigarettes, but not that day. For some reason, I knew that we were on the path that we were supposed to take, and I knew that I was supposed to go to that store.
Now, keep in mind, I hadn’t seen my twin flame in over a month (again, this was all because of lack of communication and hurt pride). Also, he doesn’t have a car. So it’s rare to randomly run into him. As we were nearing the entrance, I saw a male figure out of the corner of my eye coming in our direction. I didn’t even have to look to know. I knew it was him. I also didn’t look right away, because I knew that if it was him, then that meant that we were truly connected–as I had suspected.
Beebee looked right at him, and then turned and tapped my arm. “Harmony! It’s Jay! And he’s walking right for us!” I looked over at him, and she was right. He was talking on his cell phone (which he said ‘goodbye’ to whomever he was talking to), gave me a big smile (as if he’d been expecting me all along), and came right at me. He focused on me the entire time, and Beebee almost melted away. We were the only two people in the world. I looked in his eyes, and he gave me that knowing look… like he knew. He knew about my dream, he knew he was going to see me, he knew that I knew, he just knew. We didn’t even have to communicate this verbally. I saw it in his eyes, and he saw it mine.
That’s not the first time with him either. I’ll be thinking something one day, and he’ll say it. It’s usually a conversation I play in my head that I wish he and I would have in real life, and then all of the sudden he brings it up. Or, I’ll say something, and then he’ll freak out and say, “I was just thinking that!”
I also recently had a dream were it was Halloween all over again. Always, in my dreams, whether they’re lucid or not (in this case, it wasn’t) I’m searching for him. It’s like a default thing for me do do while I’m asleep. I’ve trained myself for this. Before I sleep, I either tell myself that I’m going to encounter Jay, or I’m going to encounter my Spirit Guides. During this dream, my friends and I were all at a party. The dream was going on like normal, and I remember wishing that Jay was there. All of the sudden, everything in my dream freezes, except me. Jay enters my dream, but it’s not really him. It’s his prescence, his aura (I usually see myself as an aura in my dreams). He goes up to my friends and puts his hands on their shoulders, as if to see who they were (apparently, he couldn’t see that well). Seemingly dissatisfied, he moved on until he got to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and started kissing and caressing my forehead. The feeling of desire I get (in real life) when he touches me stirred within me at that moment. He then smiled, and disappeared. The dream resumed, and I was left there, dumbfounded. For some reason, I knew his prescence wasn’t entirely gone, so I got all embarassed, and began fumbling with some video tapes and knocked them over. I knew he was gone when the feelings of desire left me.
A few days later, he mentioned something about Halloween to me that struck a chord.
Enough about Jay.
There is one more thing I’d like to mention. Beebee and I were sitting in Cici’s room another day (getting stoned, of course, this is what we do…) and Cici went downstairs to get something. Beebee was sitting a few chairs away from me, we weren’t talking, just zoning into the music. A flurry of thoughts entered my head, and I said, “What?”
Beebee was confused. So I said, “You just said something, what did you say? I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
And then I said, “I swear, you said something. You were talking about how you were thirsty and how you wish Cici would bring you something to drink.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Well, you were thinking it then, because I heard it. Don’t worry, because Cici’s going to get you something to drink. She wants to know if you want Doctor Pepper or not.”
Beebee just gave me a strange look. Cici never said anything about getting anyone soda, but I heard it. You see, that’s why I had to asked ‘What?’ I could hear Cici’s thoughts and Beebee’s thoughts at the same time, and it was hard to decipher which.
Sure enough, Cici returned with some sodas. Doctor Pepper.
The more that I try to improve and develope this ability, the more in tune I become to everything around me. The better I get. Creepy things, and strange coincidences keep happening lately… I don’t want to jinx myself, but if I wish for something hard enough, it begins to happen. Almost as if I twist my little universe to my liking.
When I have these thoughts, they don’t come to me in a clear way. It’s fuzzy, and it almost seems like an echo or whisper inside my head. I sense it rather than hear it. Just like how I’ll be thinking of someone, and they’ll call. Or I’ll have a song stuck in my head, and then I’ll hear it. It’s fuzzy, and I usually don’t think anything of it at the time.
Has anyone else had similar experiences? Or any enlightening information on this subject? Tell me what you think.
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