Conference hydra::dejavu

    to make sure something gets done, and gets done right,  one must do
    it oneself...

    Unless we use supreme power of delegation. 
    

    I am new to DEJAVU, and I'm glad to see activity in this file also
    since this is very much a topic of interest to me.  
    I would love to hear some real life experiences too, so that I can
    get the idea on some of the things brought up in this file.
    
    I'll be here.
    
    Kathy 8^)
    
    

    Here's my latest experience with psychic phenomena:
    
    A couple of months ago I was at my fiance's house.  I was lying
    on the bed watching TV and he was asleep beside me.  I looked
    over at the curtains (white lace) and thought I saw a number
    in the curtains -- 20 on the top and 68 on the bottom.  The thought
    of playing that number occurred to me, but since it was Sunday,
    I would have had to play the number on Monday and forgot about it.
    
    On Tuesday, driving to work I was listening to the radio and heard
    Monday night's NH number:  You guessed it:  2068!!!!  I wanted to
    kick myself for not listening to my intuition!!
    
    The next time I was at my boyfriend's I checked the curtain again..
    hoping for a different number this time....no such luck, it still
    showed the same number!!!
    
    Ah well, it did teach me that there are things beyond our understanding
    occurring all around us -- we just need to tune into them!!!
    
    Helaine

    I don't know if this is dejavu or what but, was strange, so I guess
    it classifies...
    In 5th grade my grandfather died of pnuemonia from complications
    due to his having lung cancer. I was never close to him but I can
    remember like it was yesterday waking up around 12:30 in absolute
    hysterical tears. As my father was walking into the room I told
    him grampa was dead. He was walking in to tell me....
    
    Just recently my grandmother died. I am 20 years old now so it was
    a little less dramatic, but coming home from being out with some
    friends of mine, I didn't want to go home. I felt something was
    deathly wrong. I couldn't figure why I felt the way I did and when
    I walked into the house I asked what was wrong before even saying
    hello. He just looked at me and said "Nothings wrong", I breathed
    a sigh of relief just as he finished,"Gram died tonight." I wasn't
    particularly close with her either. 
    
    What do you think??

RE: .5
    
    Well its not "dejavu" (as has been discussed at length elsewhere
    in this conference dejavu is an unjustified feeling of familiarity
    about events that are transpiring).  If we take it at face value
    then it is ESP (somehow knowing something which you have no "normal"
    way of knowing), either the type known as "claivoyance" (knowing
    something contemporary but elsewhere, i.e., about the death) or
    "precognition" (knowing something before it happens, i.e., the
    announcement of the death).
    
    This is one of the most common types of apparently paranormal
    experiences.  Just last night, the TV show "The Days and Nights
    of Mary Dodd" showed an example of the somewhat extreme form known
    technically as a crisis apparition.  The title character was looking
    in her medicine cabinet.  When she closed the door she saw her father
    reflected clearly in the mirror.  She spun around but he was not
    there and when she looked again in the mirror his image was gone.
    Then the phone call about her father's sudden and completely unexpected
    death came...  Fiction, of course, but surveys show that many people
    have actually had experiences very similar to this.
    
    					Topher

    Funny,...As I was reading Note 698.5, thinking about Pyshic types
    of things that had happened to me, the first thing that came to
    mind was the sequence in the TV show Note 698.6 alludes too......
    
    Then I read 698.6.
    
    HHmmmmmmmm........
    
    -Arthur

One night when I was a child, I dreamed that my mother and I were climbing up a 
sterile white stairwell in a newly-opened, six-story store.  She was opening 
the doors on each floor; I was following her; she would peek inside, then close 
the door, and we would proceed up the stairs.

A couple of years later, I had a dream that I was riding one of those sky 
chairs like they have at amusement parks, only I was very upset about 
something; the sky chair crashed through an opening in the ceiling panels and 
continued along the rail on the ceiling of one of the levels of that same 
building where my mother had peeked in the door at the stairwell.  I remember 
looking down and seeing 16 Magazine on one of the tables, on display.

A couple of years after *that*, I dreamed that I was trying to escape someone 
or something, and there was a glass-encased catwalk next to that very same 
six-story store, that had an elevator in it.  I was on all-fours and couldn't 
reach the button very well; I stretched and finally did; when I got on to the 
elevator, all the walls fell away, and I found myself on a sky chair again.

the Dejavu of dreams; recurring visits to a place that doesn't exist (yet?).

I have also had dreams of being somewhere, and saying something; then, much 
later (as in, a year or two later) I catch myself in the same place, getting 
ready to say the same thing, in real life;  I usually will stop to think about 
it for a second instead of coming right out with it, since I perceive the dream 
as a sort of warning to be careful in speech.

    re: .0
        Maybe I misunderstood something...as for activity in this
    conference, do you have SET SEEN/  set to keep you current?  It
    certainly seems to me that there is a great deal of action here.
    Most days it takes 30-60 minutes just to read everything that
    has been entered (Overnight and during the day, in my case)
    especially if the more detailed and complex issues are carefully
    scrutinized (and I admit to not having an interest in many.)  
    So, either your idea of activity is different from mine or maybe
    you're "missing the action" somehow.
    
    Frederick
    

    On thanksgiving 1972 my grandparents came to Colorado Springs from
    kansas city for the holiday. At 9:30 that night my grandfather passed
    away from a heartattack. Just as the paramedics were arriving the
    phone rang(i answered it) The voice on the other end was my aunt
    in KC and she was crying and said Grand pa is dead isent he?...
    I dident know what to say other than "I think so" and she said that
    she heard his voice(he had had an earlier stroke which left him
    speechless) and he had told her to take care of mother(my grandmother)
    and that he loved her.
    This really blew me away at the time as my grandfather had been
    fully alive only 5 minutes before and she had no way of knowing
    about his death so quickly.
    
    Another interesting thing was that he and i had a long talk(he wrote
    what he wanted to say) that day. He was telling me to take care
    of my parents and to be good to them and other things that after
    the fact seemed to be a last goodbye. When the time came he took
    my mother by the hand and walked to the bedroom where my grandmother
    was, kissed them both then dropped dead. 
                              
    
    -j
    
    
    

    re: -.1
    
        One of the goals I have "in life" is to die consciously at
    the time I feel is appropriate.  This has been a goal for at least
    15 years.  What you described (about your grandfather) is not too
    far removed from the manner in which I envision my own death.
    I will still hold out for just a little, tiny bit more (to be
    asleep and depart quietly) but I wouldn't in any way feel bad
    looking back at my life if I left the way he did.  I like the
    "class" that your grandfather had in that day.  Sure beats "endless"
    days of suffering with tubes sticking out all over or getting
    squashed by a locomotive or ending up with a .45 cal slug in
    some part of the anatomy, in my opinion.  The point is that I 
    believe it is possible to preordain ones death consciously and
    that it is preferable to "allowing it" (for me) and that what you
    described adds a bit of credence to this belief.
    
    Frederick
    
                          

    Experiencing a foretelling dream has happened to me but very
    infrequently, and usually dully realized, i.e., "I wonder if
    that was what that dream was all about."  It has never impacted
    with sudden understanding when some future (from an hour after
    wake-up to a year later) event unfolded.  I feel this entails
    alot of the feeling of dejavu itself.  When one comes upon a
    familiar replay, it may just be a dream revisited, not necessarily
    a winding-back-of-the-clock living event revisited.
    
    One person I take seriously however, on dreams and premonitions forecasting
    a time yet to come is my mother.  She is a receptor for the negative
    futures of people.  The people concerned can be total strangers
    to her and everyone in our family, however, the stranger will know
    someone, a direct relative, or someone who knows someone who knows
    someone who eventually will make the connection to a relative or
    us.
    
    The last such incident she had, happened at a time when she would be
    flying to Honolulu, Hawaii to attend a niece's wedding.  When she
    left here (Colorado) she was extremely saddened and began to cry
    uncontrollably when the goodbyes were being said at the airport.
    This was highly unusual for her and us since she's been back to
    Honolulu many, many times before while we've been here in Colorado.
    Sometimes she goes alone, sometimes with dad, sometimes we all go.
    
    She felt she traced the undue emotion to my father, being extremely
    saddened to leave him (we were told this after her return).  She
    tried to figure this out on the plane.  Eventually she got her emotions
    under control.  She said when she was at the mid-point between
    California and Oahu over the Pacific ocean, she began to weep once
    again uncontrollably accompanied with a heavy sadness.  She
    was completely baffled.  My father has suffered a heart attack,
    and she was completely fearful he was going to suffer another in
    her absence.
    
    When the plane landed, she was greeted by crying relatives who looked
    as though they had been up all night.  The crying did not exemplify
    joy, it illustrated a tragedy.  A young man, the best friend of
    the groom, 19 years old, had died in a violent way in a one car
    accident on the island of Molokai the evening before my mother arrived.
    It was a rainy night on Molokai that night.  Apparently he lost
    control of his car (Molokai has some serious mountain passes with
    dangerous curves), went off the road and plummeted in free fall,
    more than 1500 feet to his death.  He was returning home from
    work.  He was to be the Best Man at my cousins wedding on Oahu.
    
    This was not a foretelling 'dream' I realize.  Her dreams she can
    recall vividly and I have heard quite a few, and to hear them and
    hear her describe what she was seeing, what the surroundings were,
    is chilling.  I am often fascinated to hear these dreams because
    usually all things within them are eerily symbolic, i.e., a sunlit
    room, a window framed by white curtains blowing because of a breeze
    due to the window being open, yet the window shows that it is night
    outside.  A holding of a hand that you cannot let go of, being in
    a room alone then suddenly a scream rips the air and when she turns
    she'll see the person who will be affected sometime soon. 
    
    She has cried herself awake, she has screamed herself awake, she
    has bolted awake.  Fortunatley, these dreams happen far enough
    apart so as not to make a mental wreck out of her.  But when they
    happen, we worry, and she usually makes a couple of dozen phone
    calls after these dreams.  Her dreams never foretell a positive
    event, only negative ones.  I should also say they don't always
    foretell death.  Someone might have a heart attack, or be told
    they have cancer, etc.  Her dreams are more accurate in the sense
    that she can reasonably tell who the person is.  The premonitions
    are a bit more vague, leaving her confused and uncertain.  The
    only certain aspect being that someone will experience the worst.
    
    Sherman

    RE: .10
    
       My grandparents, one on my mother's side of the family and the
    other on my father's side have died in similar manners.  To some
    degree they knew ther time had come.
       My grandmother on my mother's side had been ill for quite some
    time.  See had told one of her daughters that see wanted to see
    her youngest daughter. My grandmother lived in Ohio and her youngest
    daughter, Patty, lived in Wyoming.   
       Patty was contacted by the family and drove home to see her mother.
    She had only planned to stay a few days, but fate intervened and
    the transmission on Patty's car went out and she ended up spending
    a week or longer at home with her mother.  After her car was repaired
    she headed back to home.  On the same night that she began her trip
    home her mother quietly died in her sleep.  Family members believe
    that all she was waiting for was to see her baby one last time before
    she departed.
    
        Then on my Dad's side of the family, my grandfather, who had
    always been in generally good health, took ill.  He had been in
    the hospital for a few weeks.  His wife, my grandmother, was with
    him at the time.  He looked up at her and said "Edith, I going to
    head down the other side of the mountain now", he closed his eyes
    and just quietly passed away.
    
    	I don't know if religion has anything to do with it, but on
    both sides of my family, my grandparents were very religious.  Perhaps
    being more at peace with themselves may have something to do with
    it.
    
        One other thing that has always fastenated me is the similarity
    between my grandfathers.  They were born exactly one month apart
    from each other in 1900.  My grandfather on my dad's side died at
    age 82 on November 4th.  My grandfather on my mother's side died
    at age 82 on December 4th.  Again exactly one month apart.  Just
    coincidence I guess.