Hi Folks, sorry I just went for my late quick dinner. I still think anything has to be demonstrated before believed in, but my experience is something that had happened, whatever I might want to think of it. I don't feel comfortable drawing any conclusions from it, I just jumped on the telling of taptoematt's similar experience. Otherwise, I never saw ghosts, heard voices and stuff like that. And yes, for me, the "unexplained natural" is more likely is to exist in my opinion, than the "supernatural", because, well... everything that does exist, exists then in the natural world, which includes anything existing ! Since nature is the whole of whatever exists - and this, however strange some of it is or looks like ! So, "Supernatural" is a wrong term anyway when you think of it, whatever it is real or not ! Almost three years later, I had another dream-connecting-to-some-reality experience, however not with a death connection. Early September 1991, I was lodged in a very tiny room while being involved then in a Theatre Festival. One night, I had this very vivid dream : I was in the times of the French Revolution, being dragged through the streets onto a carriage with other persons, under a beautiful summer day (the feel was very palpable and clear as I was dreaming along), all with our fists tied being our backs...ahead to lose our heads, if you pardon the pun : yes we were sent to the guillotine !! It was such a "physical" dream, crisp with image details, it was, in those terms, 'exceptionnal' - I mean that, usually, my dreams are not so clear visually. Then we arrived at the place of the execution, I was attached to the guillotine, I then shouted "Vive la révolution !!" and then the blade fell down on my neck - it was at this moment that I woke up, shaking. Up until then, guys, nothing so exceptional, will you say - and I fully agree. EXCEPT that when I woke up, I discovered that the small furniture next to me has been moved about 50 inch away from my bed, that there were drips of blood on the floor, and that I had a wide, slash-marked superficial wound, from left to right on my throat ! I swear I am not kidding you ! Drips of blood all over my naked chest from my wound, and I had been wearing nothing around my neck that night, nothing to have been the cause of this wound, and no blood under my fingernails. Door and window were firmly closed FROM THE INSIDE. I can only let you guess my surprise when I took a look at myself in the mirror ! When I went to the rehearsal this morning, the stage director spotted me in the corridor and said at once "Oh shit, you know what ? I had dreamed last night that you had died and that we all went to your funeral, and it was a horrible rainy day, and we were all very sad" and suddenly he saw my neck and asked what happened. I told him what happened, and that I had no explaination but just woke up as I was then, and he said "Oh god, please be careful, if whatever happens to you I'm gonna feel guilty for it now !" All day long, I was asked what had happened to my throat, and I can tell you it's quite embarrassing to say that I didn't know, that "No, I swear I was not into a fight !" and that I just happened to wake up like this ! The wound on my throat stayed FOR WEEKS before disappearing altogether. I'm sure that, when it happened, people thought that I was lying to them, and that I was hiding them something. But EVEN I didn't know what happened !! And the thing is... I NEVER KNEW !
Now, years later, what do I think about it ? I still don't know, but it just remains one of the strangest things that ever happened to me !