novocaine said

 

I saw Velociraptors out of the corner of my eyes in the dark for months after watching jurassic park at the movies when i was a kid. doesnt mean there are dinsoaurs stalking around (unless you count crocs and gators).

It’s funny you say that, my brother and I had a flintstones poster when we were little and he would swear the characters would move around at night, but I don’t count things like that.

I have also had things move around and disappear/appear on me. The most prominent in my mind is this hells pit remix cd I had. One day an ex and I were arguing in my car and she whipped my cd case at me. Well it was open and so was my window. All of my cd’s were intact except for the hells pit remix(still had the shangri la).

Idk how many weeks or months went by, but one day I found somewhere in the crib a the wraith remix case in it with the side jacket, I dont keep my cases. I opened it up and there was a hells pit remix in there but the shangri la wasn’t. I didn’t have any juggalo friends at the time and there is simply no fucking way that cd could exist in my house. I honestly have no idea how it got there.

Another time  a red box movie went missing(happened to be paranormal activity) my girl and I looked for that shit for like two days and one day found it in plain sight on a stack of dvd cases. This one im not sure whether paranormal or not.

I have another that requires backstory so ill save that for the sake of brevity

Trust me ninja I considered the same thing. She didn’t have a job at the time, was living with me and my mom and just going to school. She was just as surprised as me and I could tell right away when she lied.

@lucem dreams are a trip aint they! 

I’ll get to that one story in a minute…couple questions first. Do yall dream in color or black and white? And have you ever had a lucid dream where you are aware you are dreaming and can control your actions?

Ok this is going to be a beast of a fucking post and I don’t blame anyone for skipping through it. I am almost reluctant to talk about it at all. I’ve talked about it with my best friend once and only because we were both coked the fuck out.

I was seventeen years old at the time about to graduate high school. My friend Alan and I were chilling at his crib watching carlin and smoking herb here and there. Later on that night, My two other best friends JJ and Roach show up in jj’s car.

We start drinking raspberry vodka and taking ccc’s. Eventually for one reason or another(can’t remember) we decide to drive fifteen miles or so down the road to pick up Roach’s mustang.

I don’t remember the drunken convo’s on the way there, only that jj and Alan were calling me and Roach pussies because we didn’t want to race on the way back.

I was to ride with jj and alan was to drive with roach because alan was gonna blaze with him on the way back. We were sitting in roach’s driveway while he went inside for whatever reason, and it came over me.

The deepest fight or flight gut feeling I had ever felt before or since. Something was fucking wrong here and every Iota of me was telling me so.

I don’t remember the reasoning but I ended up riding with roach in his mustang on the way back instead of alan. They were persistent about racing jj’s taurus against roachs mustang, so that’s what we ended up doing.

Roach and I in the front and the others two behind us. We are smoking them and finally slow down at a local speed trap that the cops like to wait at.

They were going 120(didn’t learn the speed til later) to catch up with us and try to pass us up. Almost as soon as we pass the speed trap I see a spark of electricity in the rearview…we both did. They hit a telephone pole and careened into a purple pt cruiser. I’ve never felt such a feeling in my entire life as in that moment man. It was fucking surreal.

There actually WAS a cop at the speed trap right next to where they wrecked so by the time we could turn around on a street and turn back, he had already blocked the road and traffic was piling up. We had to sit in that traffic and watch as a helicopter flew in to take alan away. We knew right away it was bad man.

We found out the next morning that jj was ok for the most part but alan had died. I cannot explain the daze I walked around in for the next few weeks. My childhood ended that night.

I secretly loathed myself for the longest time, because I was supposed to ride with jj and I was secretly grateful that it was him and not me.

About a year or so later he appears in a dream I had(ive had three about him over the years and remember all of em).

Im behind my middle school standing beside a lone tree. Alan comes up out of the ground by the tree and starts coming after me like a zombie or a monster. after he gets within arms reach he stops, smiles and gives me a hug. He didn’t say a word but I think it was him telling me it is ok(im getting glossy eyed thinking about it).

After that dream there was maybe 4 or 5 times when i’d be driving alone in my car and I could see him out of the corner of my eye. Like novo said there is a logical explanation for it, my mind just grieving, but I wholeheartedly believe it was more than that.

Aight, that pretty much sums it up, It actually felt good to type it out. TThanks to anyone who bothered to read

Lucem Ferre said

 

It makes you think about mortality and shit, like, maybe DMT, which I assume is what causes people to dream, is what takes us to the “other side”. I don’t know, can’t pretend to know, but shit makes you wonder. I’m not the god type, but tons of shit like this happens that I just can’t explain and makes me wonder that perhaps there is something or some force beyond our comprehension at work here.

  

To paraphrase another line from john dies at the end “you ever have a dream during a thunderstorm and wake up at the precise moment that the thunder claps. How does your brain know the exact moment to wake up?”. idk man maybe we will never have the answers we seek, but that doesn’t ever mean we should lose our sense of wonder. Truth is sometimes stranger than fiction.

Btw thanks for sitting through that yall