Originally posted by Satori
I have also had "visions" of things, like many have. These visions always occur at night or in the morning as I am falling to sleep or waking up (hint). Typically I see images of people and faces during these experiences, sometime animals. I've also had the sensation of be held down by some unseen force upon waking, an experience a great many people have in common, something I will wait to explain the cause of till a later time.
I've also had a few thing appear to when I was in a waking state, for example, seeing stuff move in my peripherial vision which happens quite a lot with me. There have also been times in my life when I've heard something whisper my name into my left ear from behind me when no one was around. I've also had the sensation of someone putting their hand on my shoulder, which can be quite weird.
I had many experiences with these "visions" in my younger days - always occuring at a point between awake and asleep. It happened frequently for awhile, and became concerning. For instance, one night in college, I was lying in bed, and was staring at the wall. Slowly, the wall caught on fire. As this was happening., my roommate in the bunk above me climbed out of bed, and proceeded to walk right through this wall of flames. All the time, I could feel my body, and was trying so hard to move a limb, but I couldn't. I could see everything in the room just as it was - every pencil, piece of clothing on the floor, etc. Anyways - I was given the explanantion of rapid-eye-movement by a doctor. I was in a state of consciousness where my entire body was asleep, but the brain had yet to fall into sleep state. All the while, my eyes would be taking "snapshots" of the real world, and layering it with these dreams/visions. It was real and scary to me.
But my scariest vision was the following:
I had a dream/vision when I was 15, and it was about some horrible subway crash. When I woke up the next morning, I heard about a terrible subway crash in London (excerpts of this incident are as follows):
On the morning of Friday 28th, train 272 from Drayton Park depot, led by driving motor car No.11175, had already completed several return trips to and from Moorgate when it departed from Drayton Park at 8.39 am. Nothing untoward had happened on its short journey until at about 08.46am - at the height of the morning rush-hour - train 272 approached platform nine...As it reached the crossover, instead of slowing down to come to a stop, the train seemed to accelerate, taking the crossover at about 35mph, then bearing down upon the terminus at about 40mph! Horrified passengers and staff on the platform realised at once it was going to crash, but there was nothing they could do...A 66ft long overrun tunnel, ending in a blank wall, was at the end of the platform, with a sand drag preceded by a red stop-lamp, and with a single, hydraulic buffer behind it.The train crashed, initially, into the sand drag, showering sand and tunnel dust into the air. This slowed the train to some extent, but it continued to smash into the buffer and then the blind wall. Unfortunately, as the overrun tunnel was originally built to house main-line sized units and was about 16ft high, the smaller diameter of the tube train meant that the second car in the set (trailer 012263) rode up above the trailing end of the driving motor car, as did the third car (DM10175) which split asunder lengthwise and rode over the end of the second car. The leading driving car (11175) , of course, suffered the most damage, buckling at two points into a 'V' shape, as it was crushed between the blind wall at the end of the tunnel and the weight of the rest of its train piling up behind it. It was no surprise that fatalities were high - 42 passengers and the driver killed, and more than seventy badly injured, of whom some subsequently died as a result of their injuries.
This happened at 8:45AM London time, which is 3:45AM my time on that day, while I was sleeping. That means my vision/dream could have happened right when the real accident occurred, and would not have heard about it before I went to sleep. Since then, I've been attempting to find a connection between the dead and my family, but have had little luck. Scary to me.