I had an extraordinary experience in 2009...I have been a lifelong sufferer of severe hemiplegic migraine attacks since I was very young (5 or 6 years old). I was hospitalized for a week in 2009 for a very complicated & severe hemiplegic migraine attack, one that probably would have gone away on its own had I just taken care of it like I normally do, go immediately to bed in a dark room armed with ibuprofen, a couple of cold packs wrapped around my head and neck,and the radio on low to have something to focus on rather than the pain and paralysis. My body doesn't respond well to any of those hardcore drugs, and I was in no condition to tell anyone in the ER this. I think the ER staff overdosed me on drugs because their standard "headache cocktail" was not working at all, so they gave me more (stuff that is 10X stronger than Morphine) and as a result, I really believe I had a near-death experience (I think it was more than a just a dream). I don't remember the sequencing of all this, but most of this seems like it all happened in the same day-I really had no sense of time. In reality, I was having visions the entire week I was hospitalized (plus for a while after I was released) Some of these visions continued a for a few weeks after I returned home (and I think I might have even been channeling messages from the TV and radio...my aunt says its best not to tell people that bit though, because they'll think I'm crazy...) Though drugs will most definitely give a person hallucinations, I have had too many occurrences of very real visions when I am not taking any sort of drug, so although drugs may have had a role in such visions, I don't think they are the sole cause of them.
My husband said I was in a catatonic state most of the time and I when I was "awake", I really didn't make much sense to anyone. I knew I was in the hospital, and I could see things no one else could see.
Early in my stay, I was in an all-white room. My mom, my sister, and a nurse were there. My sister was trying to pull up some videos from my phone to transmit onto the TV screen so I could watch them. We were trying to watch a really old Sesame Street cartoon from the 1970's, but we couldn't get it to work
I remember being really frustrated. The nurse was asking me if I knew where I was, and I did. She also said something about this being a good thing; that it was a test.I didn't see how being in the hospital, basically stuck in limbo, was a good thing, but I just had to take her word on it. I guess I passed the test.
I had visions of my husband and I talking walks-one one such walk, there were all sorts of beings in the hallways. All were humanoid, but not all were human (if that makes any sense...). There were really tall skinny beings, and really small ones driving miniature cars down the hallway. Some were blue and some were yellow. Some were hovering and others were just standing there. Some were hospital staff and others, maybe they are residents-I don't know. There were some that were down other corridors that were not good beings-I had bad vibes about those hallways, and I didn't want to go down them. I tend to go on intuition, and 99% of the time, it works for me.
Not wanting to explore those dark unsettling hallways, we went back to my room, which turned out to be a different room. It was more like a hotel room. I felt really uneasy in this room. It had bad vibes. I guess I can only explain it as being a waking nightmare, meaning I was wide awake but was in a terrified dreamlike state. I could see every soul that has occupied that room-they didn't appear as people, but spheres of light. I have seen these spheres before-in the hallways on our walks. I couldn't sleep-I had requested the nurse bring me some sleeping pills. He did, but the water he gave me in a small cup had something wrong with it. It didn't look like water. It looked like the aura I see when I first get a migraine attack (metallic strobe light that starts out small and increases in size and engulfs my entire field of vision). I didn't trust it and didn't want to drink it to aid in swallowing the pills. So I didn't. As the nurse was leaving the room, I asked him if there was a God. He said "Yes, but He is Mortal". I then asked what he looked like. He said He looks different to everyone. I then asked what the name of the song was that I was hearing-he said he didn't know because he couldn't hear it (It was an instrumental song off Doctor Who, but I didn't know which one). The nurse also said that if I could get through just this one night in this particular room, that everything would be OK and that I could go home the next day. It was probably the worst night I've ever had in my life. Random numbers would show up on my pillow and the walls, and they all must have meant something, but I couldn't tell you what that is. It did have something to do with previous patients who died in this room. That's the only sure thing I can say about them. Some were good and others not so good. I was worried about what was going to happen to me, if I would survive this night. Although it was pitch black in that room, I could see something being constructed in the room-I was both excited and nervous at the same time. I was afraid to go to sleep, so I watched all night long. Just before 6 am, it was finally finished-It was the most amazing forest I have ever seen-it took all night to "grow", but as soon as the light switch was flicked on, it was gone. And no one else could see it but me.
On another occasion, my mom, my husband and I are in my room. I was freaking out because if I moved my hand, it would disappear. If I moved it back, it would reappear, except it was disfigured. My fingers would all be short and looked like Vienna sausages or something equally as gross. If I moved it too much, my entire arm would disappear.I tried to eat my Cream Of Wheat only using one hand-it was very difficult. I thought that I was just imagining things and if I didn't move it at all, it will have time to "set up" and stay attached. I didn't tell anyone until the next day. I went to sleep, and the next day my husband and I went on another walk. We returned to the room (which was actually different than I remember it). We were sitting on the bed watching TV. There was some show about Oklahoma on. I couldn't hear what they were saying though, because I constantly had music playing in my head. It was usually the Season 4 soundtrack to Doctor Who, playing over & over...Anyway, so I told my husband I couldn't see my arm-I could feel it but it just wasn't there...He said it was there. I didn't believe him. I made him call the nurse in. I told him my left arm was gone. He said it was there. I told him I needed a prosthetic arm. He said he'd have to go to the lab and get one ordered, but he'd be right back. He didn't come back for a really long time. I got worried that he would never come back. My husband said we should just leave and not wait for him anymore. Right before we wee going to leave, he came back. He didn't have a prosthetic arm for me, just more drugs.
One day, my mom and I took a walk to a room just down the hall. It looked like a conference room. In it, was all sorts of gifts and cards m people wishing me to get well soon. There was a package from the Howard Jones Information Service, sent directly from Howard in England. I don't know how he knew I was in the hospital, but he found out and sent me a package. He must have sent it express because it takes a week to get stuff to the US from the UK . There was a bunch of exclusive merchandise to fan club members, including a vegan peanut butter cookie. It had Howard's face right on the package. I actually did get a vegan peanut butter cookie when I was in the hospital (my sister brought me some, a couple of different flavors),and I saved the wrapper, hoping to keep it as a collectors item, but a week or so after returning home and when I stopped having these extremely vivid visions, I was very disappointed to find out that his face was no longer on the package
So I decided to reconstruct it in Photoshop to let the memory live on
I had nothing better to do-I was on mandatory medical leave from work for 3 weeks.
Like Alice, I could see something on the other side of the Looking Glass-it was the bathroom mirror in my case, and I could see glamorous stars on the 1930's and 1940's, with their faces on multi-faceted gems-I think they were probably diamonds, but I suppose they could have been glass too. There was also grocery store on the other side-it was an ethnic store that carried groceries of all kinds from everywhere in the world. It looked just like a store we have in my home town, except it was in a different reality, and it was a different store. These gems also were all over in the bathroom, especially on the floor directly below the sink.
I could see the Grim Reaper, on several occasions, but I didn't want him to know that I knew he was there. He was sending me emails, but they weren't in the usual places-they were in the corner of the ceiling, under the bathroom sing, and between the bars on the hospital bed-places I really had to strain to see. I couldn't read them, but I recognized them as emails. My aunt said not to open any of those emails, as they would only come to no good...
At one point I was on an airplane, and it had a movie theater in it, but there weren't any seats...I was watching the movie they were showing, and it was a freeway of sorts and instead of cars driving on it, it had faces of people on different suns,mostly orange and yellow, all moving in a circular pattern-all of them happy and smiling. Perhaps this represents the notion that everything is circular and connected to everything that everyone does. I think I recognized all the people whose faces were represented, but I couldn't tell you their names because I don't really know them personally . There was just a sort of familiarity with that. As I was watching the in-flight movie, I saw the Grim Reaper in the corner. Again, I didn't want him to know that I knew he was there. I felt like I wasn't supposed to be there. I left the screening area and was told to get off right away-the plane was in mid flight-there is no way I was going to jump out of the plane. I asked the flight attendant how I was supposed to do that, in mid-flight; she didn't have an answer for me. My husband was near the door, trying to sleep. I kept talking to him, and he was mad at me for keeping him awake. He had to go to work in the morning, and was really grouchy. He said he wanted to leave me. This was the most devastating thing anyone could ever say to me. All I could do was ask him why, and he never did tell me. He refused to tell me. I asked him where I was supposed to go. He said he didn't care and to leave him alone. I didn't have any money, no possessions, and all I had to wear was the night shirt I was wearing. I didn't even have any shoes. This really made me sad and extremely worried about what I was going to do.
The very first time I saw the Grim Reaper, I am in another theater watching an extraordinary film-I don't recall what it was about or even how to explain it except it was a very artsy kind of film-All I knew is that I had til the end of the film to decide what direction my life was supposed to go in. It was a really long film-it seemed like it lasted all night long. I was all by myself. There was no one else in the theater except the Grim Reaper in the bottom front corner on the left side. I had no possessions-I had no way to know what time it was and no way to contact anyone in my family to tell them where I was and that I was OK. I was a bit stressed that all my jewelry was gone (including my wedding ring), and also my iPhone. Those are expensive-I thought my husband would be really mad at me for losing it. But really, the only thought I had in my mind was, "It's not my time. I am not ready yet." I did however want to see what to expect when it is my time. I didn't actually talk to the Grim Reaper-I didn't have to. It somehow was communicated to him telepathically that I wanted to know what its like. He basically said no to wanting to take a peek-Apparently, I didn't have access to the Other Side because I was a (-)2 and didn't meet the qualifications to get in. Actually, he said I was a loser. How humiliating is that, to be called a loser by the Grim Reaper? I am trying to stay positive though, so I interpret this as a sign that says I am not destined to go to The Dark Side when it is my time to go. I actually believe that we all go where we are supposed to go, and that we have the power to choose our own fate, even though we may not realize it at the time.
During all of this, I was never in pain, but I did have feelings of uncertainty, a little bit disconcerting, but at the same time, there was also a feeling of comfort and safety. Sometimes I was in panic mode and other times I was fascinated by what I was seeing. I was definitely experiencing some serious visons -entire walls of my room would disappear and I could see outside-places that were nowhere near the hospital, like farmhouses and freeways. Sometimes the entire room would disappear & everything inside was now outside-one time it was a park (one that I don't recall ever going to). At one point, I found myself driving on the freeway, with no particular destination in mind. My mom wanted to come with me-and she did, but she wasn't in the car with me-she was in her own car driving next to me but at the same time was with me-not sure how to explain that properly...I just wanted to drive, but somehow, without really doing anything, we were both in the doctor's office for a follow-up appointment. I really didn't want to be there. The bed was broken and my mom was trying to fix it. She couldn't fix it. While we were waiting for the doctor, I looked out the door, and it was no longer a clinic-it was some production floor for some manufacturing company. The only thing I can guess is that it's a hospital clinic until the shift change, and then it's a manufacturing company. Weird. We didn't want to wait anymore, but had no clue as to get out of there without going through the middle of the production floor. They were making metal parts I think, so it wasn't the safest route one could take, but with that being the only door in & out, I don't see how we had any other choice but to go that way...
My husband says that one time I got up in the middle of the night, with IV's and all sorts of stuff attached to me, and somehow I made it out into the hallway without setting off any alarms or having nurses notice me escaping ...The way I saw it was that my husband & I were on an adventure, checking out all the dark and unexplored dark hallways and corridors of the hospital...We were on a mission to find a man-don't know who...but he could help me. My husband got ahead of me somehow and all of a sudden I just collapsed and couldn't move -I shouted out to him, but he couldn't hear me, and he got further & further away. This really stressed me out because I was alone and unable to move. I had no choice but to stay where I was, collapsed in a dark hallway. I was cold; then someone covered me up with a warm blanket-never saw them do it. All this time, during the exploration of the hospital, an instrumental version of Queen's "Another One Bites The Dust" was playing in my head-as soon as it ended, my husband came back to get me.
I only recognized people who came to visit me by their voices-they kept morphing their appearances. Sometimes they were old, sometimes young, sometimes their hair was a different color, their outfits were constantly changing, and in some cases, they were a different ethnicity. No matter how much their physical appearances changed, as long as they were talking, I knew who they were. My dad was black at one point (he's not black). I knew who everyone was, except for one person-she was an older lady, but I did not recognize her voice at all. She was sitting in a chair at the end of my bed. Obviously she knew me, but I am still bewildered to this day as to who she is. Perhaps she is an angel.
I realize this is getting really long...and this is just the half of what I've experienced. Ever since all this happened, I have been keeping a detailed journal of my dreams; I write them down every day, or at least most every day, as I don't always remember my dreams every single day. I feel like it is important to write them down, even if I can't recall everything. I write down what I do remember, because someday, it will all make sense. I still haven't gotten to that point where everything is clear and makes sense, but its a start...I have looked back at what I've written from time to time, and realized some of it actually HAS happened in real life...anyone believe in precognition?