SLEEP HAUNTINGS | Nightmares Predict Death & Paranormal Dreams | Real Ghost Stories Podcast (x307)

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If I have a specific dream about someone, they will die in the next couple of weeks. Victoria in this like dream world or other life has memories that Victoria in this reality doesn't have.

And this is a dreams themed encounters episode.

Yes. Yeah. Yeah.

Very spooky.

Welcome. We're going to lull you to sleep tonight. Sweet dreams.

I actually did pick sweet stories.

I think I did. I I did mostly sweet. This is uh Two Girls, one ghost.

Two girls, one ghost. And we are your ghostesses. That is Karin.

Hello.

I'm Sabrina.

And this is a dreams themed encounters episode.

I'll start with demons and chest hair.

demons & chest hair

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What [laughter]

is that? The cause for all of my body hair. Demons.

Demons. It's a demonic trait.

It is. Demon.

Oh my gosh. Is that why we're so blonded?

Must must be.

My love for Bigfoot is actually just more love for you. [laughter] Hi ladies. I wanted to start out by saying I love your podcast. I won't watch a horror movie, but listening to real stories. Easy.

Damn. Okay, sicko.

I fully believe my childhood home is haunted, no matter how much my religious parents deny it. And while I didn't have too many physical experiences with seeing or hearing ghosts, there were always these undeniable bad vibes in there. Like, there was always someone around the corner.

I just want like a house that has like undeniable great vibes.

Yeah.

I feel like sometimes they do. I know, but you don't hear that as often. Yeah. Because most people are talking about the negative vibes, I feel.

Which you know what came to mind? Like the first thing that came to mind was The Conjuring House.

Like when we first stepped into it, undeniable great vibes.

You had undeniable great vibes.

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Yes.

I think I was nervous.

Okay.

Yeah.

I'd also often wake up around the same time every night. And can you guess what time?

3 a.m.

Yeah. 300 a.m. Once in a while, I would catch a shadow or two out of the corner of my eye. Also, as a teenager, I would have sleep paralysis almost every single night.

I don't know why, but when you said I would catch a shadow or two, it's like I I caught them at a concert. Like, did you catch did you catch that on uh the show the other night?

Oh, I was thinking like when you like if you look out of the corner of your eye and you blink, like that's your version of like

trap it.

You trap it in your blink.

You're trapped there forever. Oh, I don't like that concept actually. That spooks me.

What if it like froze there?

Yeah. Getting trapped in someone's blink forever. Uh,

think like you only exist in there

in that one blank.

Mhm. Maybe we do cuz time is infinite.

What is time?

And where are we?

What do we see?

This is a simulation.

We're all just like little ions that are bouncing off of each other really, really quickly.

Our atoms don't even touch.

Yeah.

How are we here?

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What is life?

It's stardust.

Can we do a whole episode where we just whisper?

Yeah. Should we do it for my moonlanding is faked episode? That one's I keep

I feel like we should do it for encounters. We should do like a specific theme. Like dreams does feel whisper worthy. But you guys let us know what's a good topic to do whisper tales.

Oh, an ASMR episode.

Yeah. Okay. Are

people going to be able to stand that for an hour?

We'll find out.

We'll [laughter] find out. We'll try it on Patreon. Maybe maybe submit all of our Patreon listeners to something like that [clears throat] first. See how

like every other episode or every time. [laughter]

I was like, I'm sorry. Now we're going from doing it once to doing our whole podcast is now whispered.

Back to Megan's story.

Sorry. Thank you.

Why [laughter] did I say thank you?

Thank you. And and also apologize as if I wasn't an equal participant in this. Okay.

Once in a while, I would catch a shadow or two out of the corner of my eye. Also, as a teenager, I would have sleep almost every night.

Terrible.

This happened until my brother moved out and I took his room. It almost never

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happened again after that until this whole cluster of spooky happened. Sometime last year, my parents went away on vacation for a week, and I was left to watch our two dogs. My boyfriend, now fiance, agreed to stay with me because I was way too scared to be to be there alone. My parents left around 5:00 a.m. that morning. They popped their heads in my room to say goodbye, and then they left my bedroom door open to crack so the dogs could come in and out. Two poodle mixes, so they're very clingy. I went back to sleep after that. But while I was asleep, I had a dream. Or maybe it was sleep paralysis. I still have no clue. But in this dream, I was in bed next to my boyfriend in the same position that I fell asleep in. I was laying on my side facing the door. And then all of a sudden, I see a gray hand with long fingers start to slide to the side of the door. Then a gray, horrifying face pokes its head around through the crack of the door. And this figure stood and the smile on it, it was just too long to be a person's smile.

His features were dark and small. And I saw this trend on Tik Tok recently of people doing uncanny valley makeup and

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it looked just like that.

Wait, now I want to see what that looks like. It's kind of like the movie Smile.

Okay, it just doesn't seem right. Like it's almost human, but it's not. I turned to my sleeping boyfriend. I'm trying to wake him up, but I was unable to speak. So, I resorted to pulling and ripping at his chest hair, but he still wasn't waking up. Chest hair. The figure is now inches further and further into the crack in my door. And suddenly I do wake up and I'm in a panic. I tell my boyfriend about this dream and to my surprise he also had the same dream.

But he swears in his dream I was panicked and I was ripping out his chest hair.

So they're like in the astral state together dreaming together seeing this thing

and like she's ripping out his astral chest hair. [laughter]

See, we don't actually exist here. We Yeah.

We're everywhere all at once forever and always.

Amen. [laughter] I don't know.

We went about our day like normal and

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got ready for bed like normal. We were sitting in my room with the door shut when all of the sudden we hear this loud aggressive crash and it sounded like all the dishes in the kitchen cabinets just fell and shattered on the ground. At first thought we assumed the dogs had knocked something over and made a mess. That quickly got ruled out because we saw both dogs there in the same room as us laying on the floor. Again, my door was closed. Of course, I made my boyfriend go investigate while I stayed in the room looking for any kind of weapon. He came back in and said he found nothing.

Of course,

he even went into the basement to look,

which the bravery. Props to

That's why he's now fiance.

Yeah.

So, he found nothing to warrant that loud crash. Let's just say I did not get much sleep for the rest of the week. I recently moved out into my first apartment, and it's crazy how different the vibes are. I no [clears throat] longer have to sleep with the TV on all night. I no longer wake up at the witching hour unless it's to my cats running all over my face, but I am okay with that.

Yeah. Anyway, that's my story. As a

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palette cleanser, I will attach some cat photos. Xoxo, Megan,

it is wild.

Cat photo. How cute.

That's a very, very cute kitty cat. Oh my god, the little eyebrows. Bless you.

I'm a little under the weather.

You're allergic to just the photo of a cat.

Oh, cats, [laughter] man. They just rock me.

They get you. It is wild, especially the way that Megan describes because having lived in this house for so long. It's almost like you don't realize how bad it is until you find a place that that doesn't have that negative of vibes,

which is like, this is a bad uh comparison, but it's like when I figured out after like eight years of immense suffering and brain fog and bulbous stomach after eating everything

that I couldn't eat wheat and I was like, "Oh, wait. People just don't like you actually feel good after you eat food." Yeah,

that was crazy for me.

Yeah.

Anyway, enough about me. Sorry. I found a way to make that about me.

No. Well, but no, that's like such an accurate description. Okay. Well, this

adventures of a mortician

is from an anonymous listener and it is called I can predict someone's death, sleep demon, and other fun adventures as

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a mortician.

Oh my gosh. Wow.

And now reviewing my stories. I will say this one's a little bit spooky. One is sad and then another one is sad but beautiful.

Okay.

Okay.

And somehow it all fits into dreams.

Exactly. I have some crazy stuff to tell you guys and I'm gonna make them super to the point since I have a few stories. I've only been listening for a few months, but I've binged all of your episodes. Also, I have the most insane experience at the Lizzie Bordon house that I need to send over. Oh, I'm excited to hear that. Also, I have a question for you. What speed are you listening to the podcast at? Because I feel like you and other people think I'm crazy for the speeds that I listen to at.

Your speeds are insane and I don't

The minimum is

I don't know how you retain anything. Pretty much the only way I can stay focused on the story is if I'm between usually like two to three times speed depending on how quickly someone speaks.

That's crazy to me. Our listener says, "If I have a specific dream about someone, they will die in the next couple of weeks.

It's a weird nightmare." So, it's a very specific type of dream. It's not like

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Jesus Christ.

It's not like, "Oh, I dreamt of you randomly." No.

Yeah. Stop thinking about us. So, in this nightmare or situation, I'll be walking through one of those fun houses where the floors and walls look distorted, and it leaves you feeling disoriented. The fun house is filled as if it belongs to a hoarder. It's made of wood falling apart and built as a maze. As I turn each corner, I will see the person who is about to die peeking out from the corners until finally we end up in a specific hallway and they walk out in front of me and block my path. The person's eyes look black and they have a sheer white veil covering their faces. They look slightly green as if they're in the first stages of decomposition.

And I wake up scared out of my damn mind. And sure enough, within the next couple of weeks, they're dead.

I can't even imagine the fear of having that dream about someone now knowing.

How many times has this happened?

Right. How many times does it make it not a coincidence? It's like the that question of like how many birds would you have to find in your house to to be like this is too many birds? One.

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Two. I think two. Yeah. Okay. Next story. Sleep paralysis demon. I had sleep paralysis when a spirit was in the corner of my bedroom. It charged at me and began strangling me while screaming in my face. Wow. Then my brother started seeing that same girl at night just hanging out in his room. My sister and I began hearing footsteps. We felt icky in the home and the atmosphere completely changed. The air became thick. And then the neighbors told me a story. Their father had been in the shower and he saw his wife's shadow outlined in the shower curtain. She was supposed to be at work, but he assumed maybe she came home early. So, he starts calling her name. There's no answer. He opens the shower curtain and no one is there. The door was still closed. And after he got out of the shower, he checked with his wife. She was still at work. So, we did some investigating and my brother and his neighbor friend used a Ouija board. What I thought was just sleep paralysis, a strange experience, was actually a paranormal haunting. and it was real. We

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got the home blessed and there were no further encounters. Although the home never felt the same. Thankfully, we moved. So, I want to wrap up by sharing a couple of things about funeral homes. I am a mortician. Although I haven't experienced anything, I know some people who have. But like ghosts, same. If I was watching over someone while they did my hair and makeup and it's not good, yeah, I'm haunting them. If my ashes aren't done perfectly, yeah, I'm haunting. Your lights will be flickering immediately. Anyway, I do think it's important to bring awareness that not only do we work with the deceased, but we work with the living just as much. And I want to give a slight content warning for the death of children. It's not just about spooky things. It's also about holding a mother while she sobs in my arms as her stillborn baby is lowered into the ground. The parents putting the child's favorite stuffed animal in the casket with him. It's a four-year-old putting a toy phone with his dad's body so he can call him in heaven whenever he misses him. We comfort the families who have lost grandparents, parents, friends, and all other types of relationships. We do a lot for the community, but sometimes that gets forgotten behind the spooky. I would

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love if you did a story on haunted funeral homes, but if you do, just don't forget most funeral homes aren't that scary. Okay. Freaking love you guys. Bye. Wow. God,

freaking love you, too.

That like

Yeah.

Yeah. I can't imagine that part of the job is it is forgotten

to see that

and it Yeah.

can deal with that. Yeah. like we you forget about

how much consoling

and how much grief you see

and then I can't imagine like even like it's not your grief but as someone like this listener who is open to the paranormal who has seen some very scary things like potentially predicting people's deaths [clears throat]

that energy like gets stuck on you

right you absorb it you're around it

I don't I [clears throat] know that I'm not strong enough to witness that

well also you can't even deal with needles in your own body. So, no, but I just mean like the emotional the emotional [laughter] aspect. I can barely like

There's very little about this a mortician's job that compliments you as a person.

I can greet people at the door. I could

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put out water.

I could clean the bathrooms. [laughter]

grandmas passing opens the veil

Well, I have a story called I think my grandma's passing opened me up to the paranormal.

Oh, what's up, ghost girls? My name is Anthony and I just recently found your podcast from an ad on National Park After Dark. Shout out Danielle Cassie. We're about to see Daniel

and Cassie. Cassiey's coming, too.

Cassie's coming, too.

Oh my god. yeah. We're about to see both of them. I've become absolutely hooked. I especially like listening to the episodes at night since I'm usually home alone. It adds a very extra level of spookiness to some of the stories.

Mhm.

Since you guys make it feel like I'm sitting with some friends sharing ghost stories, I wanted to share two of my own experiences with you that have made me a firm believer in the paranormal. This is about my grandma passing away and some experiences that our family had after her passing. Growing up, I wouldn't say I didn't believe in ghosts, but I was definitely skeptical since I hadn't had any experiences of my own, but I did have a couple friends who claimed that they had seen spirits before, and my sister always had these weird premonition type dreams about family

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members, and this is important for later. This changed, however, in 2008 with the passing of my grandma at our family home.

I grew up in Torrance, California, which is just a few miles south of Santa Monica, in the same house that my dad grew up in. In fact, my family are the original homeowners with my grandparents buying the house in 1950 when they moved from the Bronx. Oh. After my dad bought the house from my grandma in the 80s, she still lives with us until she passed.

Oh, I love that she spent like her her whole life in this house.

And during all that time, nothing that I would consider paranormal ever really happened in the house. There were maybe a couple times when my sister and I, when we were younger, would be woken up in the middle of the night to our names being called out, but we believed it was just my grandma talking in her sleep. At the time, it was incredibly terrifying. But eventually, we started sleeping with our doors closed so that we wouldn't hear it anymore. Fast forward to 2008, my grandma started suffering from heart failure, but refused to be placed in a home or hospice facility, so she stayed at home with us with a nurse on site.

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Eventually, she did have to be placed in a medicallyinduced coma, and we were told to be prepared that she could pass at any time. Oh.

My grandma's very Catholic, and she belonged to this organization called the Catholic Daughters. And on the last night that she would be alive, we could tell that her condition was getting worse. So, my parents thought it would be a good idea to start praying for her. Gathered in the room, my family, my parents, and my older sister, my aunt, my dad's sister, and my cousin all gather around her and start saying the Hail Mary. And we can see that my grandma is trying to mouth the words along. All of us start crying.

Oh, jealous.

It's so sad because it's like any loss of anyone in your life is so horrible. But the beauty in this is that

she's truly surrounded by everyone she loves.

I know. And like getting having such a deep faith and like getting to pray in her final moments with everyone she loves, I'm sure is so powerful.

Yeah. After finishing the rosary, we all left the room and went out to the living room to wait for the inevitable, except for my sister, who wanted to stay and ended

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up falling asleep in the chair at the foot of her bed. About 30 minutes or so after we left the room, we suddenly heard our cat Phillip meowing loudly and scratching at the side of the door in our kitchen that everyone used to go in and out of the house. This wasn't unusual for Phil. Shorten nickname is from Philip to Phil, like just real human name and nickname. This wasn't unusual for Phil since he was an indoor cat and he would scratch at the side or the back door when he wanted to escape. But something about the way that he was meowing at the door this time was a bit more frantic.

So my mom walked into the kitchen and she opened the side door figuring that he would just bolt outside and run around the car and then maybe run back inside like he usually did. Except this time he just sat at the door and stared out at the driveway for a few minutes. Then he got up and he walked away.

Was he watching grandma go? I think so.

Shortly after, we heard my sister

hoping to let grandma let like let grandma out

her out and watch her leave.

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[sighs and gasps]

I love Phil.

Shortly after this, we heard my sister crying hysterically in my grandma's room because she had finally passed. And since it was so late, it took a while for someone from the local morery to come and get her body. While we waited, my sister, cousin, and I were standing outside of the house when my sister told us about a dream she had. Sorry, you said sister cousin. I know it was like sister and cousin, but I just thought of Jerry and Sierra who now

are now sister cousins.

Sister cousins. [laughter]

They married brothers and they are cousins.

So now they're sister cousins.

Now they're sister cousins.

Sorry. Okay.

The coolest. I almost was like, if we married brothers, we would be too, but

we're not actually related.

It feels like we are. For a second, I was like, we have the potential of being sister cousins.

We really are sisters. Sisters.

Sisters. While we waited, my sister, cousin, and I were standing outside of the house when my sister told us about a weird dream she had while she was asleep in my grandma's room. She told us that she had not realized that she was asleep because in her dream, she was still sitting in

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the chair at the end of our grandma's bed and that there were several people in the room that she didn't recognize since they all had their backs to her. She said my grandma was sitting up in the bed looking as healthy as ever talking to the people by her bed. My sister couldn't hear what was being said, but from trying to read lips, she got the gist that the people in the room were trying to get our grandma to come with them, but not in an evil way.

Yeah. Like in a it's time.

Mhm. And this is when my sister jolted awake in quite a shock. And when she woke up, there was no one in the room with him there. But my grandma was in fact sitting straight up in bed, her eyes wide open for the first time in days, and her mouth was wide open, but slightly moving like she was talking to someone.

My grandma then took a look around the room, took one last deep breath, laid back down, and then she was gone. Wait, I love this because I know that they don't know who the people were

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surrounding Grandma, but clearly like they are loved ones who have been waiting for her and are just helping guiding her to the other side.

Well, because think of it like your your hope is that the people who come after you, like your children, your grandchildren, like that they outlive you. Yeah.

And so when you're the baby of the family, the people who come to collect you, their baby, [laughter]

they've never met the grandchildren cuz they've been long gone.

So they're coming to collect their baby.

I know.

I'm going to start crying. Now, my sister's always had dreams where my family visits her, even some people that we've never met. So listening to her talk about this, it just gave me chills. And then we came to realize that she started having this dream almost minutes before my mom opened up the side door because our cat Phil was scratching at it.

The timing lines up.

We sat there in stunned silence for a few minutes and then we went and told the rest of the family. The most cathartic explanation we could come up with was that those spirits were family coming to grade her into her next life.

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Now, we joke with each other that our grandma haunts our house [laughter] because for a few months after she passed, my sister and I would sometimes hear her clearing her throat in her room or the faint sound of her walker scraping against the walls. Oh, there were also times when my parents, my sister and I were eating dinner. And one night, we heard our grandma's hearing aids making a loud beeping noise in her room. They usually made the noise when the batteries were dying. So, my mom went into her room and took the batteries out because we hadn't finished packing up the room and comes back out to the kitchen. Right when she sits down with the batteries in her hand, the hearing aids go off again and we are dumbfounded.

Since then, we've had a lot more unexplainable encounters with the paranormal, most related to my grandma. So, they kind of give me some peace knowing that my grandma's still around watching over me.

Well, that's my story. Love the podcast. Y'all are national treasures in my eyes. So, [laughter] please don't stop spreading the amazing spooky tales and see you on the other side. Please, Sabrina, please whisper this part. See

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you on the other side.

See you on the other side.

Anthony. Anthony, I am sorry for your loss, but I think I think that is the way that we all hope our loved ones and ourselves die.

That it's of old age surrounded by everyone you love and that you're greeted by the deceased loved ones from your family to usher you on to the other side. Yeah.

And personally, I too hope that a cat walks my spirit out the front door

or just like allows you entry.

Yeah.

Maybe like just gave a little like scratch and walk together towards the end. My gosh.

And of course, she's haunting the house a little bit and like in a very like very light benign way because she lived so much of her life there,

right? And she still has family there. Like she's still got people to check in on and see what's happening.

I'm curious. It just reminds me so much of like when my grandmother passed away and just like

when she was, you know, very out of it and yet in the spirit world, she was like kind of

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here and there and giving a lot of signs.

I am curious about Anony's sister and like what other dreams she has had.

Yeah. So, this is from our listener

dream premonition

Kesha.

What? Not K E dollar sign, huh? [laughter] Um, so this is called Premonition from a Dream. Get your tissues ready. I am sorry in advance for how heavy this one is.

Oh my gosh, there's so many sad ones.

The story I'm about to tell you, I myself wouldn't believe if it hadn't happened to me. It still seems very surreal. You may need tissues, and I apologize for that. In my mid20s, I experienced an extremely brief marriage. I ended in divorce due to his abusive behaviors.

I'm sorry, but I'm glad you got out.

Yeah. After this divorce, I began to date my college sweetheart once again as we reconnected on social media. After we dated for a year or so, I became concerned about moving forward in the relationship given my past. I didn't want to get married again, but I did want a family. So, a friend of mine was encouraging me to go see a local psychic with her who had a reputation for being very, very accurate. Something inside of

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me told me not to go. It was a strange, nagging feeling. So, instead, I prayed and asked God to help me know what pathway I should take to my relationship. That very night, I had a dream that my boyfriend and I got married. And when we were married, I was walking through a house I owned, and there was a voice over inside my head explaining that we weren't really wealthy, but we didn't struggle. This voice explained that I was about to meet my children. It said, "They aren't yours, but they are yours."

H I met three blurry images of children, and as I met them, I knew them

from a past life.

And the feelings I had for them and the relationship dynamic I had with them, like I knew them. The oldest was a charismatic boy with a football uniform. The middle was a girl with strength and determination, and the youngest was a boy with the most endearing kind soul. I then watched as I left the home with them in it and my husband standing on the front porch watching me leave. And I knew I was leaving them behind. When I woke up, I felt this eerie thinking that I had just dreamed about my own death,

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which is so interesting.

Yeah. I'm curious if the feeling was a previous death or if it was like a prophecy sort of thing.

Interesting. So I proceeded forward in my life and I ended up marrying this man.

Prophecy is not the right word. Premonition. Premonition. Sorry. Yeah.

Getting religious, I guess.

I proceeded forward in my life and I married this man. We couldn't have children. So eventually we got foreign exchange students. The first was a girl from Thailand who was so fierce and full of determination. The second year we had a boy from Germany who everyone who meets him loves him and he became the manager for the high school football team. The third exchange student we had was a boy from Germany who was wise beyond his years has a tough exterior with the sweetest soul. I knew by the time that we had brought in the second exchange student that I was actually seeing my dream come true. And those words that that voice told me they aren't yours but they are yours made sense. But then I got this sinking feeling that I began to worry that when the last one returned home that I might

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die. That was the feeling I got after that dream. And it was the feeling that returned as the second exchange student was returning home. 2 months after our last exchange student departed, my husband died suddenly and unexpectedly at the age of 36.

2 days after his death, I realized it wasn't me leaving them. They left me. Oh my god.

My kids, who are now young adults, 19 to 21, remain close to me and talk regularly. They don't live with me, but they travel lots and they visit sometimes. They call me mom and I have a closer relationship with them than many parents would have with their own children. They aren't mine, but they are mine. Warm wishes, Kesha. It's so sad.

I know.

I'm sorry for your loss.

It's like I I like need to smile to like keep myself from not

I know

crying

cuz it is such a strange feeling. Like if I were to have that dream, I don't know that my initial thought would be like, oh, I'm I'm seeing a vision of something and I'm d like of my death, you know?

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Right.

But I wouldn't keep thinking that it was like from the past,

but she just had this gut feeling like she knew it had like there was death riddled in this vision that she saw,

but she misinterpreted what death it was.

But like in a way it was a death of her cuz there's a version of her, I'm sure, that dies like in I think a lot of losses of relationship and grief and just like

Yeah.

I think there is a death of self.

Yeah. It's so sad. But I am glad that you have these children who Yeah. They You might not have given birth to them, but

they're still your family.

They're still yours. The way that Karen and I are not real sisters by blood. We're sisters. We're still family.

Yeah. Oh man. I didn't think that this episode was going to be so like heart-wrenching.

But dreams cuz I tried to go with like dreams of loved ones cuz I feel like that is a little bit more light-hearted than all the October episodes we did. But it is sad. But there's so much sadness like involved in in order to get a visitation from a loved one like they

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have to have passed.

I know.

And that just alone is so sad.

mom's in-utero vision

Yeah.

Okay. This is called Moms in Udero Vision and my recent [clears throat] prophecy.

Oh, okay.

Hey ladies, I'm a new listener and have been loving catching up. I wanted to write in and give you a few of my best tales. The first is my mom's and I'm telling it with her permission and content warning for abuse.

My mom's parents were very abusive towards one another. It was the late '60s, but that is no excuse. When my mom was a teenager, she asked my grandma when it was that she, my mom, was pushed out of a glass plate window. My mom said she'd never actually seen the color drain so quickly from someone's face until then. And my grandma responded to her, "Honey, you never fell out of a window. I did. [gasps] Your dad pushed me out of the window when I was pregnant with you."

But she remembered it.

Mhm. cuz she was

cuz she got pushed out too.

Oh my gosh.

Also, I'm so sorry. That's so

a recent one that happened to me. I

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listened to a podcast from a British tabloid star/model, Katie Price. She hosts it with her sister Sophie. And I listened to some of the bonus episodes on Tuesday. And this is important. I had a dream that very same night. And in that dream, I was listening to the podcast. On the podcast, Sophie announced that she was pregnant. I thought nothing of this until Thursday, 2 days later, when Sophie announced on the podcast that she was pregnant. What?

Oh, I just got chills cuz time time doesn't exist. Literally.

When I was in college, I was at a very small liberal arts school, about 1,400 kids total. I was on an experiment floor where they allow I don't know, but it says where they allowed boys on one side and girls on the other.

I was going to say like are they just experimenting on you?

Yeah. So, with this arrangement, I had only five girls to share a bedroom with, and it was glorious. I was in the bathroom alone one night brushing my teeth, and a huge breeze brushed behind me. It rushed hard enough

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against me to move my hair. It was winter in Pennsylvania, so the windows were definitely closed. So, again, what? And finally, I'm a regular visitor to Gettysburg. There's a legendary area there known as the triangular field where electronics consistently malfunction.

And so I went in July. It was balmy. My dad and I had matching digital cameras. It was 2005, lol.

So we stepped inside the gate to the area and a cold breeze swept past us. My camera stopped working. My dad's camera stopped working. We glanced at each other, just wordlessly turned around, and then left the triangular field. As soon as we exited the gate, the air was warm again and the cameras started working and we ran to the car. Love you girls. I'm so glad I found the podcast. Megan, she her. We already want to go to Gettysburg, but now that's like another spot that I definitely want to visit in Gettysburg because

it feels like you can never not

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experience something when you go to Gettysburg,

right? But like how cool in the sense that like they knew this place is known.

Mhm.

It stays true to its reputation. It's like Yeah. You try to bring your camera in here. Nope. They don't work. The second you walk out of the triangle, it works again.

I'm so curious like if they have security cameras, you know what they should try to do is live stream the area.

Like from right outside of it.

Yeah.

What if like literally even if people walk in, it's like almost you're walking into a

they disappear. Yeah. You can see nothing. There's literally nothing ever shown on the camera.

Oh my god.

Who's in charge of Gettysburg? We need to email them.

But how interesting. She had a she had a dream about a podcaster being pregnant and then the podcaster became pregnant

or announced that she was. But yeah, that's what's so interesting is that to me re reiterates time like

Yeah.

Like you were so focused on this podcaster's life that you were just like able to tap into another timeline real quick or like the future. You know what I had a dream about? It actually woke me up cuz I was like this is such a strange

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dream. What

I had, it was the first time ever that I had like a still dream last night where I didn't like zoom around. It was just like focused on one specific image and that image was of your mouth from yesterday as salad fingers with your fake teeth. That was just like for 5 minutes. All my brain could focus on was that image from when we recorded that yesterday,

which was now a month ago for all of you who

we're recording all out of order because we got a lot of plans in October. So, we are and we can't record multiple costume episodes back to back because as you've seen, the costumes are sometimes extravagant.

parallel dream life with lost loved one

Yeah. Okay. So, I have one to end on. It starts sad, but it has like a very sweet message to it. Okay. It is from our listener, Victoria, and it is called Living a Parallel Life with My Lost Loved One in My Dreams. Hi. Apologies for any grammar mistakes. I'm Hungarian, and let's be honest, we're notoriously terrible at speaking English. I'm the kind of listener who approaches every single topic with a fair amount of

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skepticism, maybe even a dash of cynicism. But still, I listen with genuine excitement, my heart pounding, and my eyes nervously scanning the room. So, yeah, I'm scared, but also skeptical. I think I don't believe in life after death. I don't believe in spirits or energies or that it's even possible to reach out to the other side. I believe in nothing, only in absolute darkness. [laughter]

Sometimes there is peace in that,

you know. Yeah. But why is it that every night before I fall asleep, I find myself quietly hoping that maybe, just maybe, I will see my grandmother again in my dreams. So, here's my story. My grandmother died exactly 10 years ago, and I don't think I ever really dealt with it. She raised me when my mom disappeared from my life. And my grandmother was the coolest person I've ever known. She loved rock music, worshiped Freddy Mercury, loved Deep Purple, and she could really sing. She was your typical Eastern European woman. started her day off with coffee and a cigarette, flipped off the camera in every single photo. And once I asked

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her who she loved more, me or the TV, and she said, "The TV. Now move. You're in the way." [laughter] We watched Twilight together, Team Edward, obviously, and we cried watching Titanic.

Oh. When she died 10 years ago, I thought a piece of me died with her. She was my mom when I couldn't count on my real one. That's why I was so disappointed after she passed because I never dreamt about her, not once. And here's the thing about me. I always remember two or three dreams clearly. Always. So, I assumed that if I ever dreamt about her, I'd remember it, right? I'd get to see her again. But nothing. Just years of weird dreams. Eventually, I started to forget how raspy her voice was from smoking. I forgot how messy her hair always looked. But then, about 3 years ago, something happened. I wouldn't say I moved on, but the pain didn't rip at me or tear me open anymore. I didn't think about her as much. And then that is when I dreamt of her for the first time. I remember it because it was vivid as hell. You know the kind where everything flows, where

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the colors are so potent, the smells are sharp as knives. That's the type of dream. I was in the living room of my childhood home. And there she was. 7 years after her death, I was looking at my grandmother again. And I ran into her arms crying and said, "You're dead. You died. I missed you so much." And she said, "Silly girl, I'm not dead. Don't you see? I'm right here." And in Hungarian, we say kiss, which literally means little silly one. Kiss basus. She called me what she used to. And I felt this huge crushing relief, pure happiness. And I just cried and cried. But I knew it wasn't real. Months later, I dreamt of her again. Same house, but this time the rest of my family was there, too. And again, it felt real. Like, it felt like she was alive. I tried to warn her. I told her she had cancer. I told her that she was going to die. And no one believed me. Not even her. We sat down for lunch. And they all laughed at me for being so dramatic.

Oh my god.

And it was strange to see her laugh. Like in real life, she was a really grumpy woman. But that year, I had more of those dreams, always in places from

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my childhood. And she always laughed when I cried and begged her to believe me that she had died of ovarian cancer. But after a while, I think I stopped bringing it up. The dreams weren't as frequent. Maybe once every few months. And I don't even know when I stopped crying in them or when I started acting normal like someone who believed that this was all real. But the truth was in the back of my head. I felt like this isn't real. But I stopped talking about it in the dream. Not in our perfect little reality where my grandma was alive and happy. Sometimes in these dreams I asked her for advice. Sometimes I helped her pick clothes before some event. It was perfect. And every single dream with her in it was sharp, vivid, and real. I was present, aware every time. And then something else weird happened. I started having memories in this dream that weren't from my real life. Like memories of my adult life and relationships and funerals and weddings. Like life kept on going after 2015 and she just stayed in it. I had this weird memory of surgery, something with my heart and they put something in

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my heart to keep it beating. I had a memory of a boy I loved who had died and my grandmother had come with me to his funeral. These memories kept existing in the dream even when she wasn't in it. So, like a whole dream life was

but like from the get-go I was kind of like it just doesn't feel the second time it happened where she was like I'm not dying of cancer it made me think you might not believe in life after life but what if life

never ends because there's everything everywhere all at once cuz it does feel like Victoria asked for it so badly like the chance to see her grandmother again that it's almost like another version of her in a parallel timeline. mine whose grandmother is still living allowed her some borrowed space in that

especially because Victoria in this like dream world or other life has memories that Victoria in this reality doesn't have.

Right. Okay. So, in this dream world, the boy who she loved that died had

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apparently died by suicide. And then I started having dreams with those same memories, but my grandmother wasn't there. Like, I wasn't quite myself. I was still me but not really. Like my life had gone in a different way. Like my grandmother hadn't died. Like I had never moved to the capital city, Budapest, and lived with a woman I hated. It was a life as if I had just kept living with my grandma. In a version of life where things weren't always stressful, and my grandmother never got sick. But in that version, the guy I loved did something terrible to a child. Something I can't even say out loud or write down. And when it came out, people found out. It was in the news. The police found out and he died by suicide. In this life, again, these are just memories that existed in the dream. I didn't even dream them, but I knew I had gone to the funeral with my grandma. The shame, the horror, the grief. I felt all of it. And my grandmother couldn't make it better.

This is a whole other life that she's living.

I know. Of course, there were good dreams, too. Small things. Sunday

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lunches with Brentat Husi, which is a deep fried wiener schnitle type of thing. and huslvs chicken soup but the chicken legs and heart yummy. We had quiet talks and most of the dreams were like this simple moments. Every time I woke up I was so grateful to my brain for creating this reality where my grandmother was still with me and I didn't think it was paranormal. I just missed her. So I was dreaming about her. Right. Makes sense. The human brain is capable of creating insanely detailed realities. Right. Right. Um we don't dream like this.

No. Victoria says I don't even know anymore. This morning, I woke up from one of those dreams, and I think I've had enough of the guessing. We were in the living room again. I was picking out clothes for my grandmother to match her purse when it hit me hard, like a punch to the chest. Like the consciousness from my real world came through and it hit me. Grandma's dead. In the real world, she's dead. Everything became so clear and I didn't say anything, but she got irritated. Told me to stop picking out her clothes. She would do it herself. I felt so sad.

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I turned to her and for the first time her face became blurry. I couldn't really see it anymore. Or maybe I just don't remember it anymore. I said, "I think I've been living in a dream world where you didn't die. I think I wanted to believe that this was real." I don't remember what she said. Maybe she agreed. Maybe she confirmed it. Yeah. Parallel reality. Or maybe she didn't say anything at all because I woke up the second I had that realization. I'm not going to lie, I am disappointed. My dumb, skeptical brain says all this can be explained. But then I also really want it to be real. I'm scared that if I admit it might be real, then I have to admit the dark side, too. That the shadows I see in the corner of my eye, the ones I always ignore, and that tall man in the hallway, the tall man sitting on the couch watching me, and that boy I loved in another life, that those are all real from Victoria. The way that Victoria the way that you ended that like you're having so many other paranormal experiences in your real waking life that you're just ignoring that we I don't want to gloss over but

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you didn't give them to us yet so you need to email those to us

and we'll talk about those later.

It's kind of like world shattering though to be so strong in your beliefs and then have so many examples that like

you can't find tangible proof of that differ from how you think reality should be perceived. No. And also like I understand this like duality where yeah, you want to believe that in an alternate reality your grandmother's still alive and you get to experience little moments of it in your dreams,

but doesn't that make your own reality even worse and like more painful? It's like why does this get to exist

for moments in my dream but in my real life I have to experience the pain.

I know it's shitty. It's kind of like if you do I mean it it sounds like Victoria doesn't believe in this but like reincarnation where it's like why do you have to deal with all the trauma and bad relationships or different things in one life just to like learn lessons to be better in the next? Like why can't you

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just be in the next life? It's

shitty to think about. Well, it also makes me think if if we're going to play with the scenario where Victoria, you are momentarily experiencing another timeline, an alternate reality,

does that mean the Victoria from that world is having dreams about the Victoria in this reality?

Well, that's kind of what I was wondering because it almost makes sense that like her grandma would becoming more and more frustrated or like maybe concerned with her in the other life cuz if you think about her other life, she did experience something really traumatic. Someone she loved did something horrible and someone she loved

died from that horrible thing. She went through two really public, really embarrassing and a really really horrific things that are just like so complicated.

And then probably like if you were her grandma in the other life like I would be like she's losing herself in the grief like she's lost these two people that she loved now she is convinced that I've already died or I'm going to die. like it's just like all consuming and so

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it is frustrating when you're like oh maybe I'm getting like like we were good for so long and then suddenly you're so sad again you keep talking about this life without me

and then Victoria did say in the life that she's lived with her grandmother where her grandmother passed away she was this like grumpy blunt woman who liked the TV more now get out of my way like it does seem like in those moments when Victoria starts to like latch on to the fear of her [clears throat] grandmother in this alternate reality dying. Grandma does get like

grumpy.

Grumpy.

Mhm. [sighs]

I am really sorry for your loss, Victoria, because it is very clear that your grandmother made such an impact and will continue to be such a important part of your life. You can believe whatever you want to believe, but I believe that whatever you believe, enjoy the moments in the dream. Mhm. And

and I also feel like this dream or other life too is also a good reminder that like sometimes we want to escape from

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the pain, but just because there might be something beautiful or lovely somewhere else doesn't mean that there's not also

pain there.

Pain there too.

Yeah.

Life is painful.

So our dreams

sometimes it feels like the grass is greener. But

but is it? No.

We're all just doing our best. I have to find the joy in the moments in life which sometimes like when you enter the dream world

you can focus on those things but it's hard sometimes to bring those into your reality and be like oh let me be grateful for this or find

happiness in these moments because it can feel so heavy and you get so lost in

yeah Victoria's email reminds me so much of a story that I've always wanted to write and I think I've shared it with you before or like talked about it briefly but it's a story of a woman who is having like a terrible time in her and starts to like dream about an alternate version where her life's like magical and amazing and perfect.

And this is like broad strokes cuz I don't want to give away the deeds.

Um, and so she like starts to like take

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sleeping pills to live in her dream life more and more. But what she doesn't realize is that she's actually like hindering her alternate self and so then she starts to ruin her alternate self's life as well. Like it's actually a real

Did she accidentally

alternate dimension

die at the end?

I'm not going to tell you the ending. Okay.

Got to stay tuned for 20 years from now when this becomes a thing.

But yeah, that's always a story that I've like wanted to write or do something with.

TM.

TM. Yeah, this is recorded. So, you can't steal my idea. [laughter]

Get to writing now, Sabrina.

Quick. I don't have time.

But, um, in my dream world, I'll be writing. [laughter]

Anyho, if you have a dream that you want to share with us, please email us at two girls onegopodcast@gmail.com. You can listen to us on YouTube or watch us on YouTube if you're listening. Follow us on social media. You get episodes ad free and one week early on Patreon plus bonus content over there. Um we have campfire stories. We have bonus encounters by monthly. We have

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bonus episodes on Patreon every month. There's so many fun things over there. So join us over there. And thank you so much to our entire team. Thank you to Jamie who edits and produces our podcast. Thank you to Emma who produces and just like is a brain behind the one cell here. Um and thank you to all of you for continuing to join us, for continuing to share and be a part of the pyramid skin. Pyramid skin.

We're going to wear you as skin.

We are going to wear you. Thank you for giving us your skin

and we will see you on the other side.

Very spooky.