Well, you can join my club.

LOL.

LOL I definitely belong in the Perpetual Nervous Breakdown Club. I probably need to be queen of it LOL! :p

Just a thought: Were you forced to live in the South?

I was born and raised in the South. I love it here. I can't imagine living anywhere else. :)

There is, however, a HUGE difference in the "city" South and the "rural" South. Where we live right now is considered "rural". They all think I'm a weirdo because I'm from the city. Atlanta is like a foreign country to some of DH's family as well as our neighbors. For example, "Mr. J." had a field day with me when he found out I'd never seen a cow in real life before. "What do you mean that girl ain't never seen a cow before?" is what he said to DH. They are just as confused and perplexed by me as I am by them. We are all learning though. :D

Aaaaah, OK - that explains it:)

When I married my late husband, he already owned a home out in the boondocks in the middle of a farm. I had always lived in town.

After I moved in, I said something about the people across the "street". He cracked up and told me they lived across the "road". He told me there were no streets in the country.

When he died, several strange things happened. We were in the process of replacing a split rail fence with a new type of wooden fence and he was taking the old one down. I came home from work and found him in his pickup in the backyard. He died from a massive heart attack at 49.

His watch stopped at the time he died. A clock I gave him in the shape of a chicken (long story, we had chickenhouses) stopped at the same time. The cell phone he carried 24/7 because of his job died.

The DOT (where he worked) brought his work pickup to the funeral and the graveside service. It was nearly new and had never given any problems. After the graveside service, it wouldn't crank and had to be towed back to his office.

Several days after his death, I dreamed that he was in our bedroom, but he looked like he did when we started dating. He smiled and told me he loved me. I was very angry with him and told him he couldn't do this to me, we were supposed to grow old together and sit out on the porch in rocking chairs and travel. He told me he was sorry, he didn't have a choice. He hugged me, kissed me and told me that he was fine, but he had to go. When I woke up, I still felt his kiss on my lips.

That was the beginning of many "dreams" in which Mark returned to me to comfort me.

He died 10/24/05 at 49. I was 48 at the time.

I remember my grandfather dying when I was 13. Myself, and my two younger cousins (ages 10 an 8) at the time were home alone with him. In the middle of the night he woke me up and told me to come into the kitchen. I walked in there to find him dead on the floor of a massive heart attack.

I never thougt about what happened until years later, then it suddenly made sense to me why the paramedic looked at me so funny when I was telling him I was so glad my grandfather (the one who was dead on the kitchen floor) came and woke me up so I could find him instead of one of my little cousins.

OK, so I've been searching around on the web trying to figure out what is going on with me and the house. I found this website http://paranormal.about.com/od/ghost...a/aa060704.htm .

Now I'm a little freaked. It isn't one of those spooky looking websites that are designed to scare you to death just looking at it, its just a plain one that just has the facts without all the spooky images and music.

I think this is the first time in my life I've ever HOPED I was just crazy!

YA....well...wait until they find out he doesn't believe!!!:eek: They'll make a believer out of him! LOL...

Aww I'm sorry. The last paragraph you wrote almost made me cry. That sounds like a book, P.S. i love you. Except yours are dreams.

It made me cry too! I think it is so sweet, yet so sad.

Hey

im just catching back up i left on vacation saturday

grayele my husband says the extact same thing word for word "its mind of matter" and tells me im nuts, especially when he sees threads like this.

Miz wanned i love your post, i have goosebumps

OMG....that is so wonderful! The preacher told us that when my grandfather died, that he would be awaiting my grandmother like he did when he was younger and that he would have his leg (he lost one leg during the war)....I think that is the truth.....I think even Sylvia Browne mentions that you will be without age and ailment when you finally go "home". Feel blessed and honored that he came to you....that is such a strong bound. He just wanted to tell you goodbye and that he was sorry! That is an awesome power!!!

When my husband and I built our first house, our daughter was two. The house was brand new, built by our hands. BUT I have no history on that land, I don't know what was there before or 100 years before.

There were always strange things happening, but no "bad" feelings in the house. There was a time, that a car that was parked at the edge of the woods (his parents old car) that it looked like an interior light was on, but the car had been "gutted" and there was no way a light could be on.

Then, my daughter's Winnie the Pooh doll (her favorite that she carried everywhere) came up missing....we searched that house from top to bottom -(the attic, every box, every spot) - finally, after months, it was in her room??

One morning I went in her room, she had been sick the night before. She had fallen asleep with us and I put her back in her bed. I went to check on her that morning and I woke her up to see if she was feeling okay. She said that she seen me looking at her through her window...every time she woke up, I was there. I don't know if I was "there" in spirit watching over her or if she had an angel that looked like me.

The last "strange" thing with that house was that one night, I felt the urge to get up and check on her. She wasn't in her bed and I felt that "fear" that only a mommy can feel....I ran down the hallway and the french doors (both of them, which one was always latched - locked through the top and the bottom)...both were wide open the wind was blowing in and she was standing there looking ouside with her Winnie the Pooh in one hand and her night gown blowing in the wind. I freaked out! I think she was asleep.

We moved, but not because of those happenings.

We moved to land with a lot of history to it...didn't know it when we bought it. We built a 2 1/2 story house (again by our hands)...it has a walk out basement (meaning it was built on a side of a hill, so one side of the basement is not underground).

There is part of the old stage coach road on the bottom half of our land and what was a field full of cedar trees (which we cleared out) was once an apple orchard. I never knew this until I kept having reoccuring dreams of an old rough road...there would be people walking on it, etc. We got some old maps and talked to some old timers in the area and found out that there was once the stage coach (mail coach) road thru here. From the maps, we followed it thru the land....which I think is pretty neat!

We have had strange things happen here too. I think that maybe people are just more in tune with these things now...I don't know.

One day, all three of us were on the main floor in the living room. We heard a door shut downstairs. There are no windows (as three of the walls are completely underground)...and the wall that goes outside only has two french doors. Anyway, we went down there and the laundry room door was closed! I had been having "strange" feelings when I was down there for awhile, but never thought much about it until that day.

Then, Mojo would constantly bark at something...it was something inside the house, as the big dogs were not barking outside....again, nothing there. I finally prayed about it and whenever I got that "feeling" I would tell them to go home. I haven't had that feeling since.

One night, there was a perfectly round light above my side of the bed. My husband seen it too. It wasn't really a floating orb...it was more like a perfectly round light (but there were not lights or reflections from anything)...it was there on and off for awhile. The next time we seen it, it was on the ceiling at the foot of our bed. I haven't seen it sense.

Also, when we were staying in our RV while we were building the house...the foundation for the basement was poured and the basement walls were up. We kept hearing old timey country like music.....we thought that it had to been coming from a house somewhere...but at the time, there were no houses out here (there are only a handful now). But before my grandfather passed away, he had said that in the old days when a house was being built, everyone would gather and dance on the new floor....I often wonder if that was him???

This is going to sound strange and that I am the one who needs to go to the looney bin, but sometimes I "know" things before they happen..or I see something and then, sure enough that happens or whatever......

Like I had a dream about hail and a tornando....I woke up scared and it was storming like crazy...turned on the tv and we had a tornando warning...one spotted not far from us....when the hail started coming down....we all went down stairs. (nothing happened, but still).

Another time, I had a dream that Mojo was lost....he had gotten out of the house. I woke up and heard the heavy sound of rain......It was raining so I got my husband and and said that something must have happened because the house was taking in rain. Mojo was on the bed, but one of the french doors in the basement was wide open! I went back to sleep and kept thinking of a lost dog. The next morning, my "mema" (grandmother) called and said that Papa's coonhound got out in the storm last night. So, he must have been the dog I was dreaming of. He was found, safe...whew.

Then, I had a dream that I was cleaning the storage room (extra bedroom) downstairs and I found money. I think I had prayed about our debt that night. The next day, I was cleaning (which I had planned on doing) and I found a 10 in a card, another 10 in a file folder and a 20 in an old bag.

No one use to believe me, but now I tell them about my "thoughts" and they see for themselves.

Another time, I seen a tree fall across our walking tree (which my daughter also rides her four wheeler on)...in my dream, she was on her four wheeler and the tree fall...I freaked out and jumped out of bed. I told my husband about it because my heart was racing and I couldn't go back to sleep. He told my daughter not to be on the trail - just to give me peace of mind. Later that week, we all walked on the trail and a huge oak tree and split in half and had fallen across the trial!!!!

I think we all have these thoughts and feelings sometime...some just see them more or feel them more.

I know after 9/11, I always seen 911...on the time, page number, etc. Then, I would see 3 11 or 211 or whatever.....it was always 11. Thru Sylvia Browne, 11 is the most spiritual of numbers. But sometimes on her Montel show, if you keep seeing a number it is a time in your "past life"...I don't know. But do this day, I will walk about at 1:11, 2:11, 3:11....etc. Some nights, it is every hour...sometimes, it is only a few...it is odd.

I'm not looking at in of those sites!! No way!!!

I do think it would be neat to have someone come out and look at your place. Maybe it would help.

I would love to do that with our land....but then again...I just don't know....