Out of Body Experience or Vision?
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Author: Rev. etain.butterfly
Posted: June 5th. 2011
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One morning around 1:30 a.m., I woke up drenched in perspiration after having a powerful strange dream. I got up and took a shower, trying to calm my nerves. I immediately got a pencil and paper to draw what I had seen. I added all of details about the colors, smells, and the conversation. The experience really rattled me and I wanted to remember as much as I could about it.
The dream…I was in a bedroom dressed in my nursing uniform -- with the dreaded nursing hat I always hated -- and I was helping a patient get out of bed. While I was helping him pull himself up, he looked me straight in the eyes and said “You make me feel so good when I feel so bad”. I replied, “Carl, this is my job”.
Some inner voice kept shouting in the back of my head, this is not right. Wake up! I could smell cancer….or at least that is what my sense of smell was telling me. I was dreaming in color too. The inner shouting ‘wake up, wake up’ was getting louder and finally I did. The thing that set off the alarm bells for me was that I actually work in surgery. We wear scrubs, not nursing uniforms and a nursing hat.
In the dream, the bedroom was painted a light pink. The curtains and bedspread had huge bold multicolored flowers. There was an antique fainting couch at the end of the bed. Nightstands were on each side of the bed, the right side having a stack of papers and two medical books on it. The view from a mammoth window showed a pond with a waterfall and beautiful landscaping framing it.
The images of that patient’s face still remained in my head as I was finishing up my breakfast, getting ready to head off to school. I had a haunting feeling that remained with me throughout my morning classes. (I have been on educational leave for almost a year now while I work on finishing up my degree.)
In the afternoon, I headed off to the hospital where I worked to meet a good friend who is a nurse and coworker. As we ate lunch, she was telling me the hospital had finally replaced the director of the O.R. who had retired six months earlier. She told me that she and her husband had enjoyed a formal dinner with Carl and Casandra, the new surgical director. A red flag went up immediately hearing the name Carl.
I wondered out loud if she had possibly gotten a tour of the house while she was there. She told me she did and wanted to know why I asked. I told her about my dream and then took out a piece of paper from my school composition notebook and drew a picture of the bedroom I had seen. She looked at me as the color drained from her face. She said that is an exact copy of their bedroom. My next question was if there was any mention of Carl being sick. She had told me no. I ask her to keep our conversation just between us and she promised she would.
I finished my education leave and returned to work in the surgical suite. I still thought about that strange dream once in a while but never mentioned it to anyone. Almost six months had passed, and then one day during a staff meeting, it was announced that Casandra would be taking a couple of weeks off because her husband Carl had just been diagnosed with stomach cancer. I got a little nauseous and got up and headed to the bathroom. My good friend also got up and followed me into the bathroom to see if I was okay. The first words out of her mouth were “How did you know”?
I had no idea why this happened – why I had been given this information in a dream. I had never had anything like this happen to me in the past. Was this an out-of-body experience or a vision? Would I continue to have this kind of information come to me in dreams? It was unsettling and I was not sure I could handle it. The big question was: Why me?
I needed answers to help me process this perplexed experience, so I started to seek out past events that may have similar qualities. Maybe I have had this kind of thing happen at times when I was unable to recognize it, or happen through events I could or would not accept. I have always had a strong sixth sense about people. There are some people who are unscrupulous and these folks make me feel uneasy, so much so that the hair stands straight up on the back of my neck and arms. When people are lying to me, 90% of the time I know it. I have an uncanny intuition that helps me be alert when I need to be.
Another recent example: a co-worker joined me outside to enjoy the sunshine while we were eating our lunch. A second co-worker came out while we were eating and headed to her car to go pick up food she had ordered from a local deli. After she was out of earshot, I said to my co-worker “She’s pregnant” , then laughed. We both knew she had no plans on getting pregnant and we left it as a joke.
Two months later this co-worker posted that she had just found out that she was five weeks pregnant. We were all so excited for her and looked forward to planning a baby shower. Towards the end of the day, the co-worker I had mentioned the pregnancy thing to during lunch stopped me and said, “You predicted her pregnancy. How did you know?” I was shocked myself because I had forgotten that conversation.
On another occasion, five of us wanted to go to a local concert. We were waiting for the date to arrive so we could order tickets. Two days before the order date, I had a dream that we arrived at the concert and no one was there – the gates were locked. I put it down to stress because we were all so anxious to buy the tickets. The following night, I had a dream that we were told that no tickets were available. That was two days of bad dreams and I felt very uneasy about this event. I told a friend about my dreams and also said that I had decided that I was not going to go with them. My inner gut feeling was telling me not to go. They all felt bad because I backed out of this but they went ahead and ordered the tickets. One day before the concert, it was announced the performer had a death in the immediate family and canceled the concert.
The dream… was it an out-of body experience or a vision? Apparently, I have foresight into coming events. I never put all the pieces together before or linked these little occurrences of ‘knowing’ as being a talent or ability.
I don’t get these dreams or visions often and they are truly random at best. But that one question still remains: “Why ME?” I continue to live my life and deal with these little glances into the future when they occur. Only I don’t tell anyone about them now. I keep a journal that is “for my eyes only”.
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