re: Need to Kill Time: What's a story that you've heard that still gives you chills

Pretty much.

Never thought to ask relatives is anyone else experienced it. Chalked it up to weirdness.

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Holy. frick.

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You can't kill time. Time is an intangible idea, a dimension in which events pass chronologically without session. To kill time would be to destroy part of the continuum that holds our lives together.

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Novelty account?

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Which position are you sleeping in when this occurs?

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Laying on my left side, on left side of bed.

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Do you live alone?

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Just me and the dog. Dog has hopped off the bed everytime this occurs. Or I feel him jump off in the dream, and when i wake up he is laying on the ground.

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Do you see a face in the dream, or merely feel a presence?

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No face, no body. Just feel the hand grab mine. Like it's trying to hold it.

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What else can you recall about the dream?

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Three times at the old place. One time at the new. The tv has the disc menu of the dvd I'm watching on, I can see that as I'm facing it. The dog starts off in the dream laying in his usual spot against my back. I feel the presence, then movement as if from the dog getting away from me and reach back to touch the dog for comfort, and instead of the dog, I feel the hand grasp mine.


That's when I wake up. Not a nice grasp either. Cold and hard.

Thus one time... last week. .. I put my rubber boots on to work in the yard. Damn... wtf is that crap in my boot?

Yep... a gotdamn snake. In my boot.

It was just a garter snake fortunately.

I was in 8th grade at the time. My mother and her friends were/are full blown evangelists. Her close friend, a teacher of mine, was also the FCA sponsor at the time. We met every Wednesday morning at 7:30 in the middle school auditorium for prayer and worship. It all started off as a normal day with a short testimony and a few sing-alongs. Suddenly, out sponsor stormed in late looking a wreck. She interrupted our meeting scrambling to the front of the room trying to hold herself together. She paused for a minute to catch her breath. We didn't have much time left so she assured us that we would be admitted to class without a tardy if her time ran over. She began by apologizing for the weird story of a dream to follow. In her dream, she was lying in her bed and was awaken by loud rumbles outside. She jumped out of bed and ran outside to see what appeared to be hundreds of planes flying over bombing anything and everything. She couldn't tell where they were from or anything. This was enough to wake her up. Scared and out of breath she woke up late for work and rushed to be on her way. Now, however outlandish this lady might have been she had never told me any stories of any dreams in the 10-12 years I had known her. Like typical 8th graders we looked around at each other and chuckled and went on about our business like nothing had happened. About 8:15 that morning, there was a knock on the door to my first period algebra classroom. My history teacher stuck his head in the door and said, "the world trade center has been attacked".

9-11 was on a Tuesday.

Well since were on the subject of dreams, this might not be the best story but I remember it like it was yesterday.
One night I'm not sure why but I went to sleep wondering if God was in fact real. I must have been like 14 or 15 at the time but none the less for some reason I prayed to God asking him to send me some sort of sign that of him being real and present in our lives and what not. Now before I continue with the dream I had, I have heard that some people believe that a lot of the time you dream about whatever the last thing was that you were thinking about before you doze off. That could be the case here but who knows.
The Dream: So I remember I was in Galveston and we were down at my beach house with my family and everything. I was walking down the road to another beach house and when I got there I found a bunch of people surrounded around something. As I walked up to see what it was that they were looking at I saw my dad on the ground, dead, stuffed like a scarecrow with hay and everything coming out of his mouth. It was a normal dream up until that point and it scared the shite out of me. So I took off running aimlessly back down the road. For some reason as I was running down the road I looked back over my shoulder and I saw a man high up on the third floor deck of another beach house looking down over everything with a pair of binoculars.

After that I think I woke up but I can't really remember. But I guess I took that as a sign that the men high up on the deck with the binoculars was God looking down over all of us but who knows. At the time being that young it scared the shite out of me to the point where I still remember it today.

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Try to. I pull my hand and it holds on.

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Next time, go with it.

Don't resist at all...In fact, if you can, try to lead it. The change might be enough to throw the entity off and give you more insight.

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Holy. frick

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damn dude. I wasn't expecting that at all.