I have two such tales, and they are true as far as I can attest, but then again, I was a child of the 60’s, so you decide.
Years go, when I was in my early 20’s, single and living alone, I had the strangest dream.
It had been a Friday night, and I stayed in Fridays because I had to rise early at 4:30 to head into work Saturday.
I’ll never forget this dream or the aftermath.
In my dream, I woke up and went to the bathroom and when I clicked on the light, I was scared and shocked to see an older woman dressed all in black. Her dress reached the floor, and her gray hair was covered in some of type of black scarf.
Before I could scream or open my mouth, she said to me, “Someone you know with blonde hair has died.”
I woke up instantly, and laid in the darkness trying to think of who I knew with blonde hair, and since it was the middle of th night and I was still half-asleep, I decided it was a stupid dream and could not think of anyone I knew with blonde hair.
I went into work the next day and had forgotten about that dream until I came home to a ringing phone.
A friend was calling to tell me that another very good friend had been involved in a hit-and-run the night before and was in the ICU hooked up to life support and was not expected to make it. He had been declared brain dead and his parents were the unimaginable situation of having to make that terrible decision on pulling the plug.
That friend had blonde hair and it still sends shivers down my spine every time I remember that night.
My second tale is harder to believe, since I actually have a hard time believing it myself.
I live in a rural desert area at the base of the Superstition Mountains outside of Phoenix, and the mountains themselves are filled with many mysteries even to this day.
In my area are several rock structures left behind by prospectors that came up to the mountains in search of the famous Lost Dutchmen Mine.
It had been a very hot summer day in mid-July and I was sitting in my office writing on the PC with my little dog napping on a nearby recliner.
I’m not sure exactly what happened that drew my attention, but I turned my head and from the corner of my eye I saw a figure, just the shoulders and chest under a brown shirt of some sort. At the very time, my dog jumped from the recliner and started barking furiously, while going in circles, and the temperature in the room dropped to freezing.
The apparition or figment of my overactive imagination was only seen for maybe a second, but the dog was in high alert and the room was so cold.
I pushed from my desk and walked out the door to the yard and into the heat. The little dog ran out barking and still going crazy, and as I was leading the way around the house, the dog stopped and turned to the patio and just went crazy barking his fool dog head off.
There was nothing there.
We walked around the house and went back into my office and that room was still so cold that I turned the air up higher to warm the room up.
I’m not sure myself what occurred, but all I can say is that I wish whatever that was that happened that day would happen more often during the summer to help us cut down on our electric bills!