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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Science Fiction
- Subject: Fantasy / Dreams / Wishes
- Published: 01/05/2015
From an early age, maybe 3 or 4, I knew I was different. My mother called me freaky, my dad would just shake his head and say. "Let her dream." Thinking back now I guess I spooked my mother.
I would say to her, "You're not my mother. she died when she was 63 in 1993 when I was 33." She would say, "you are obsessed with the number 3 now stop being stupid . I'll kick your butt if I hear it again." I was very persistent with facts about my other life and about what I could do in my other world. They called it day dreaming and my fantasy life, but I knew better.
By the time I was 6 or 7 I just didn't talk about it. I kept it all to myself.
I remember my mum commenting about how deeply I slept. I wanted to say ."That's because I'm not there, it's just an empty shell. I'm away in my so called fantasy land. In lala land.
I wasn't very good at school but I knew things and could do things that most children couldn't do. Move things around without touching them ( telekinesis ), Astral travel and remembering past lives.
This is what I did when I went to bed at night and sometimes when I was by myself. I mind travelled anywhere and everywhere. There was just too much to do to have time for friends. besides they would look at me as if I were a freak.
At 18 I met the man of my life, In this life and my other. He would become my soul mate and we discovered I had a lot more talent than I could ever have imagined. We met in the park while I was sitting propped up against a tree in one of my dream states, When I came back he was just staring at me. Hi, he said, i'm Alex. I thought you were dead . I was about to poke you to see if you would fall over. You must have been in deep thought. Like you could never imagine, I told him. almost immediately he picked up that I was a little weird.
He loved talking about astral travel , telekinesis and such. It wasn't until we had been together a year or so that I told him I could do these things. Don't think he believed me until I moved a coke towards him while sitting in a café. I remember he just about fell off his chair. I thought he was going to say you are just too freaky for me and leave. He stuck around and we had a load of fun.
I discovered that I could take him with me while astral traveling and we did this often. We became very adventurous traveling the globe many times over. He would just hold me tightly and I would go into a dream state with him along for the ride. He knew all about my past lives, every boring detail, and we tried many times to reach his. This was never going to happen. I guess you either had the gift or you didn't. You couldn't be trained to do that sort of thing.
I tried to teach Alex how to do telekinesis but he couldn't master that either. I am guessing you had to be born a freak, I would tell him. We would laugh about it.
We had been together nearly 5 years and tragedy stuck. Alex and I where relaxing , It was Christmas eve, hot as hell in New Zealand, one of the hottest summers on record, and he had said, "let's journey to somewhere cold." When we travelled you couldn't really feel hot or cold but if you were in the cold just the atmosphere would cool your mind and soul.
We lay down to start our journey and instantly we were in Helsinki , Finland. His mind connected with mine and we talked. " Whew nice and cool here" he said . I answered and said "whatever , like you can feel it. Its all in your mind." What a wonderful night, children singing Christmas carols ,Santa with little children crowding around him, Fun and laughter . Adults and children ice skating, Making snowmen , Shopping for Christmas gifts.
Then I heard it coming and I don't know if he did at first. "Jessie, Jessie," over and over in a menacing voice, "your here but I sense you have not passed."
"What the f---k was that" he said.
I replied. "Don't know. Maybe its someone from your previous life." Yes that's it I said to myself. No sooner had I thought that and the voice spoke again. "Jessie you were suppose to pass with me, You betrayed me. How could you. We said we would go together, that was the plan and you broke your promise." Alex replied to the voice , "I'm not Jessie and neither is she so what the hell are you talking about ." I hung on to Alex very tightly , I was terrified. The voice was not friendly.
I could see this was not going to end well. I panicked. maybe if I hadn't the situation may have ended better.
I had never felt or sensed anything when in a dream state before but this time I could feel a presence trying to separate Alex and I. I held on to him so tightly that I could feel every vein in my body bursting , I was screaming in agony, pain was ripping through me as Alex was torn away from me.
Instantly I awoke, Alex limp in my arms. I screamed and was at a loss as to what I should do. No amount of resuscitation was going to bring him back to me. I sat for a long time beside his lifeless body. I tried to go back to where he had been taken but I couldn't dream. The phone kept ringing over and over. We were suppose to be at my parents for breakfast and his parents for lunch. For 2 more days I kept trying but nothing would work. I was in shock. My whole body was battered and I had no idea as to how this could have happened. my body hadn't been there , just my mind.
Eventually I called an ambulance. I didn't know who else to call. They called the police and I was taken away. Firstly to a hospital then to a police station. You suffocated him, they said. Question after question that I just couldn't answer.
What could I say, They would never believe the truth, especially after I left him for 2 days without calling anyone.
The police kept asking . Did he beat you ? You have bruising from head to toe. No Alex would never hurt me, I told them. They didn't believe me and I didn't know what else to tell them. I heard a detective as he walked from the interview room comment, "If I had turned up and he was still alive I would have finished the prick off. Did you see how many bruises were on her." What was I suppose to say. I had a tussle with a ghost .
My parents were interviewed and then visited me. I tried to explain to them what had happened to Alex and myself. My mother said, "Always knew you would end up a weirdo. Nobody will ever believe such a stupid excuse . Keep your mouth shut about such stupid things. You killed him." She said sorry as she walked out of the room .
"We just cant help unless you tell the truth." My dad walked back in and told me . "I am there for you always and your mum is too as soon as she cools down and I explain a few things to her." I looked up puzzled as he walked away after kissing me on my forehead.
3 Months goes by and I still cant dream. I am charged with manslaughter and sentenced to 7 1/2 years . I was devastated but how could I defend myself. It was either prison or a mental institute for life so I just kept my mouth shut.
Everyone stayed away from me in the prison. If anyone came near me I would put on my boiler suit. That's what I called it. I was able to make my surroundings extremely hot so that no one could come into my space without almost passing out from the heat. No one said anything they just stayed away and it was just how I preferred it. I kept to myself and every night I would try to dream. There was nothing for 18 months, then wham, I was free. I was back, yippee. Now maybe I could search for Alex.
Every night I went to Helsinki. Every night for about 4 months. Then I heard his familiar voice. "Hi honey, you found me, I knew you would eventually. I've been waiting for you."
I asked, "Is that nut case of a spirit that took you still around?"
"No," he replies, "she was only here briefly and I still don't know why. Maybe I was in her past or my past life. Don't think I will ever have an answer for that and I don't really care. I know I have passed. I think that's all she wanted and I know what happened to you. I've been watching and have just been waiting for the moment we can connect. You cant connect all the time, There are opening moments where you have to take opportunities. That's why its taken months for you to find me. I think that spirit that took me had been waiting for an opening."
"I am never leaving" I told him. "I am here to stay with you now." He encourages me to go back, that he needs me to put it all into a diary ,every detail, for both our families sake. There must be others like you and your story has to be told. They have to know you didn't kill me off and that I was not a person that would hit a female .I don't want my parents to think of me like that .When you have done this then we will reconnect. We were both hoping reconnection would not take forever, for my sake .Or at least that's what I thought at the time.
I really didn't want to but I knew I owed it to our families so this is what I did. My diary was very detailed ,every adventure that I could remember. Every detail of what truly happened that day.
I wrote at the end of my diary, The next time I Connect with Alex will be the last time I am seen alive. I will be dreaming forever. As I finished writing I wondered if I would ever be believed.
Goodbye and please believe what is written in my diary.
I didn't expect what happened next.
I sent a copy to Alex's parents and his mum came to visit. She told me that Alex had discussed certain things with her and that she was very sceptical, but now that I had confirmed what Alex had told her she believed what I had written. She told me his dad would take a bit of convincing.
I had no idea he had discussed anything at all with her. If I had known I would have said what needed to be said a lot sooner.
Six long years have past and still no connection. Did Alex really want me there . Did he send me back because it wasn't my time to go. Or did he connect with the soul that took him from me. Don't think I will ever see feel his presence again . He doesn't want to be found.
I am back home with my parents. My dad has read my diary and has just told me he believes every word of it. I asked "why don't I sound crazy to you ?" He answered by moving his cup of coffee towards me with his mind and said, "because I am exactly the same as you sweetheart. I knew the dangers of astral traveling and I should have warned you. In a way this is all my fault. Please forgive me."
Stunned, I smile and for the first time in my life I didn't feel alone. I realised he had always been there for me. Didn't matter how weird I was I had a weirdo to share with. He had never judged .I remembered what he had said to me in the interview room at the police station. I will explain a few things to her. Now it makes sense .I told him not to take blame, I would have done it anyway . His warnings would not have been heeded. I wanted adventure and that's exactly what I got. I was just unfortunate that my adventure had turned to tragedy.
Mum has become very understanding and both dad and myself can now share our experiences with her.
Life is good. I don't day dream a lot like I used to . I am too busy making up for lost time.
Different(Gail Moore)
From an early age, maybe 3 or 4, I knew I was different. My mother called me freaky, my dad would just shake his head and say. "Let her dream." Thinking back now I guess I spooked my mother.
I would say to her, "You're not my mother. she died when she was 63 in 1993 when I was 33." She would say, "you are obsessed with the number 3 now stop being stupid . I'll kick your butt if I hear it again." I was very persistent with facts about my other life and about what I could do in my other world. They called it day dreaming and my fantasy life, but I knew better.
By the time I was 6 or 7 I just didn't talk about it. I kept it all to myself.
I remember my mum commenting about how deeply I slept. I wanted to say ."That's because I'm not there, it's just an empty shell. I'm away in my so called fantasy land. In lala land.
I wasn't very good at school but I knew things and could do things that most children couldn't do. Move things around without touching them ( telekinesis ), Astral travel and remembering past lives.
This is what I did when I went to bed at night and sometimes when I was by myself. I mind travelled anywhere and everywhere. There was just too much to do to have time for friends. besides they would look at me as if I were a freak.
At 18 I met the man of my life, In this life and my other. He would become my soul mate and we discovered I had a lot more talent than I could ever have imagined. We met in the park while I was sitting propped up against a tree in one of my dream states, When I came back he was just staring at me. Hi, he said, i'm Alex. I thought you were dead . I was about to poke you to see if you would fall over. You must have been in deep thought. Like you could never imagine, I told him. almost immediately he picked up that I was a little weird.
He loved talking about astral travel , telekinesis and such. It wasn't until we had been together a year or so that I told him I could do these things. Don't think he believed me until I moved a coke towards him while sitting in a café. I remember he just about fell off his chair. I thought he was going to say you are just too freaky for me and leave. He stuck around and we had a load of fun.
I discovered that I could take him with me while astral traveling and we did this often. We became very adventurous traveling the globe many times over. He would just hold me tightly and I would go into a dream state with him along for the ride. He knew all about my past lives, every boring detail, and we tried many times to reach his. This was never going to happen. I guess you either had the gift or you didn't. You couldn't be trained to do that sort of thing.
I tried to teach Alex how to do telekinesis but he couldn't master that either. I am guessing you had to be born a freak, I would tell him. We would laugh about it.
We had been together nearly 5 years and tragedy stuck. Alex and I where relaxing , It was Christmas eve, hot as hell in New Zealand, one of the hottest summers on record, and he had said, "let's journey to somewhere cold." When we travelled you couldn't really feel hot or cold but if you were in the cold just the atmosphere would cool your mind and soul.
We lay down to start our journey and instantly we were in Helsinki , Finland. His mind connected with mine and we talked. " Whew nice and cool here" he said . I answered and said "whatever , like you can feel it. Its all in your mind." What a wonderful night, children singing Christmas carols ,Santa with little children crowding around him, Fun and laughter . Adults and children ice skating, Making snowmen , Shopping for Christmas gifts.
Then I heard it coming and I don't know if he did at first. "Jessie, Jessie," over and over in a menacing voice, "your here but I sense you have not passed."
"What the f---k was that" he said.
I replied. "Don't know. Maybe its someone from your previous life." Yes that's it I said to myself. No sooner had I thought that and the voice spoke again. "Jessie you were suppose to pass with me, You betrayed me. How could you. We said we would go together, that was the plan and you broke your promise." Alex replied to the voice , "I'm not Jessie and neither is she so what the hell are you talking about ." I hung on to Alex very tightly , I was terrified. The voice was not friendly.
I could see this was not going to end well. I panicked. maybe if I hadn't the situation may have ended better.
I had never felt or sensed anything when in a dream state before but this time I could feel a presence trying to separate Alex and I. I held on to him so tightly that I could feel every vein in my body bursting , I was screaming in agony, pain was ripping through me as Alex was torn away from me.
Instantly I awoke, Alex limp in my arms. I screamed and was at a loss as to what I should do. No amount of resuscitation was going to bring him back to me. I sat for a long time beside his lifeless body. I tried to go back to where he had been taken but I couldn't dream. The phone kept ringing over and over. We were suppose to be at my parents for breakfast and his parents for lunch. For 2 more days I kept trying but nothing would work. I was in shock. My whole body was battered and I had no idea as to how this could have happened. my body hadn't been there , just my mind.
Eventually I called an ambulance. I didn't know who else to call. They called the police and I was taken away. Firstly to a hospital then to a police station. You suffocated him, they said. Question after question that I just couldn't answer.
What could I say, They would never believe the truth, especially after I left him for 2 days without calling anyone.
The police kept asking . Did he beat you ? You have bruising from head to toe. No Alex would never hurt me, I told them. They didn't believe me and I didn't know what else to tell them. I heard a detective as he walked from the interview room comment, "If I had turned up and he was still alive I would have finished the prick off. Did you see how many bruises were on her." What was I suppose to say. I had a tussle with a ghost .
My parents were interviewed and then visited me. I tried to explain to them what had happened to Alex and myself. My mother said, "Always knew you would end up a weirdo. Nobody will ever believe such a stupid excuse . Keep your mouth shut about such stupid things. You killed him." She said sorry as she walked out of the room .
"We just cant help unless you tell the truth." My dad walked back in and told me . "I am there for you always and your mum is too as soon as she cools down and I explain a few things to her." I looked up puzzled as he walked away after kissing me on my forehead.
3 Months goes by and I still cant dream. I am charged with manslaughter and sentenced to 7 1/2 years . I was devastated but how could I defend myself. It was either prison or a mental institute for life so I just kept my mouth shut.
Everyone stayed away from me in the prison. If anyone came near me I would put on my boiler suit. That's what I called it. I was able to make my surroundings extremely hot so that no one could come into my space without almost passing out from the heat. No one said anything they just stayed away and it was just how I preferred it. I kept to myself and every night I would try to dream. There was nothing for 18 months, then wham, I was free. I was back, yippee. Now maybe I could search for Alex.
Every night I went to Helsinki. Every night for about 4 months. Then I heard his familiar voice. "Hi honey, you found me, I knew you would eventually. I've been waiting for you."
I asked, "Is that nut case of a spirit that took you still around?"
"No," he replies, "she was only here briefly and I still don't know why. Maybe I was in her past or my past life. Don't think I will ever have an answer for that and I don't really care. I know I have passed. I think that's all she wanted and I know what happened to you. I've been watching and have just been waiting for the moment we can connect. You cant connect all the time, There are opening moments where you have to take opportunities. That's why its taken months for you to find me. I think that spirit that took me had been waiting for an opening."
"I am never leaving" I told him. "I am here to stay with you now." He encourages me to go back, that he needs me to put it all into a diary ,every detail, for both our families sake. There must be others like you and your story has to be told. They have to know you didn't kill me off and that I was not a person that would hit a female .I don't want my parents to think of me like that .When you have done this then we will reconnect. We were both hoping reconnection would not take forever, for my sake .Or at least that's what I thought at the time.
I really didn't want to but I knew I owed it to our families so this is what I did. My diary was very detailed ,every adventure that I could remember. Every detail of what truly happened that day.
I wrote at the end of my diary, The next time I Connect with Alex will be the last time I am seen alive. I will be dreaming forever. As I finished writing I wondered if I would ever be believed.
Goodbye and please believe what is written in my diary.
I didn't expect what happened next.
I sent a copy to Alex's parents and his mum came to visit. She told me that Alex had discussed certain things with her and that she was very sceptical, but now that I had confirmed what Alex had told her she believed what I had written. She told me his dad would take a bit of convincing.
I had no idea he had discussed anything at all with her. If I had known I would have said what needed to be said a lot sooner.
Six long years have past and still no connection. Did Alex really want me there . Did he send me back because it wasn't my time to go. Or did he connect with the soul that took him from me. Don't think I will ever see feel his presence again . He doesn't want to be found.
I am back home with my parents. My dad has read my diary and has just told me he believes every word of it. I asked "why don't I sound crazy to you ?" He answered by moving his cup of coffee towards me with his mind and said, "because I am exactly the same as you sweetheart. I knew the dangers of astral traveling and I should have warned you. In a way this is all my fault. Please forgive me."
Stunned, I smile and for the first time in my life I didn't feel alone. I realised he had always been there for me. Didn't matter how weird I was I had a weirdo to share with. He had never judged .I remembered what he had said to me in the interview room at the police station. I will explain a few things to her. Now it makes sense .I told him not to take blame, I would have done it anyway . His warnings would not have been heeded. I wanted adventure and that's exactly what I got. I was just unfortunate that my adventure had turned to tragedy.
Mum has become very understanding and both dad and myself can now share our experiences with her.
Life is good. I don't day dream a lot like I used to . I am too busy making up for lost time.
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Shelly Garrod
02/02/2024Happy Story Star of the Week Gail. I loved this story. The idea of traveling in your daydreams is intriguing. I liked that her father also experiences the same phenomenon that she did. Great story.
Blessings, Shelly
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Cheryl Ryan
02/01/2024This is a well-written treatise on the subject of abstract travelling and remembering past life. I was completely fascinated by how they were able to visit different locations and explore consciousness beyond the physical real.
Thank you for sharing!
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Gail Moore
02/01/2024I guess that’s what is so good about writing fictional stories. Anything can happen.
Thanks so much :-)
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Joel Kiula
01/30/2024One of the best stories i have read in my life. I was hooked from the first line to the last. I can say that a gift can be a blessing and a curse at the same time. We should always be careful with it.
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Gail Moore
01/30/2024Joel, I was blown away with your comment, I must say you have definitely made my day.
Thanks so so much. :-) :-)
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Lillian Kazmierczak
01/30/2024Gail, I can't believe you wanted to delete this! It was a great story! What great imagery you provided in the astral traveling. I really enjoyed this! It is a great piece. A well deserved short story star of the week!
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Martin Green
01/29/2024Hi Gail---glad to see you even tho you hv a spooky imagination. Hope all is well in NZ. And congrats. Martin
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Gail Moore
01/30/2024Thank you Martin, we are all good down under :-) hope you are well :-)
Take Care :-)
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JD
01/28/2024Guess I missed this story way back when you posted it. It's a bit strange but also intriguing, so definitely worth featuring now. Happy short story star of the week, Gail.
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Gail Moore
01/28/2024Oh my goodness, JD you are the best! I was going to ask you to delete this .
So thank you so much for your encouragement and guidance.
Also thanks for featuringas story of the week.
Xoxo
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