Posts tagged ‘Sleepless’

December 11, 2010

Event #155: Saturday, December 11, 2010


Bob was really sick last night, but somehow, miraculously, felt much better the next morning. This morning. He was up way before me, and doing all his normal Saturday morning chores. I joined him later, because I’ve had a very hard time lately sleeping all the way through the night. This has been going on for the past couple of weeks, I think. One of Bob’s chores was collecting kindling for the wood stoves, and this had him out along the creek on the other side of the bridge. Later, Bob told me that he had sensed her presence while picking up the wood. Nothing else besides just her energy, that I know of. Then later, I came up to our bedroom to get ready to go out. Bob was downstairs tending to the stove. I excitedly called him to come up and look at what I’d found on my bedside table.

A pair of bright red "Winter-Berries" roughly heart-shaped also

There on my lamp-base was a new sprig – this time the red berries that are ever-present in these parts at this time of year. A tiny little sprig of 2 berries, positioned there looking like a heart-shape, as Bob pointed out. Here is a picture. Then Bob remembered that when he was outside gathering the wood, he had noticed these berries growing where he was, at about the same time that he noticed that her energy was present also. This is at least the 2nd time that she has presented us with an “offering” after seeing us on the creek observing it. The last time that I recall was in the summer, with that little blue day-flower that grows everywhere.

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December 6, 2010

Event #151: Monday, December 6, 2010


Bob called me at work as usual, but rather late; it was almost 9 pm when he finally called. I’d had a really busy day, so kept myself well-occupied with half an eye on the clock. One of the first things he said was,

“Thank you for keeping the fire going”.

I thought he was being sarcastic, because I hadn’t had time to do anything at all with either of the wood stoves in the morning. I had not even made it to the jogging path for my usual morning jog with Wobbles. I haven’t been sleeping all that well for 2 nights in a row now, and last night I was up for a good part of the morning, then ended up oversleeping because of it. It hadn’t really even occurred to me to do something with the stoves, because Bob usually does not ask me to. So I kind of sheepishly said,

“Sorry, I didn’t know you wanted me to…”
“No, I mean it, thank you.” Bob said again.
Well, now I had to admit it:  “I didn’t do it.”
Bob: “What do you mean, you didn’t do it?”
Me: “I didn’t put any wood on the fire this morning. I didn’t have time, I just left.”
Bob: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that I would remember that. I’d like to say it was me, but I didn’t touch it. You don’t think that…” and what I was thinking was pretty clear.
I continued, “Do you think that our… do you think our resident ‘daughter’ did it for us? Do you think that’s possible? You know how she didn’t want you to let it burn out that time…”

There was a pause.

And Bob said, “Well, I guess she could have. I mean, look at all the other things that have happened.”
“I know. She certainly could do this, but would she? Are you sure it wasn’t left over from the night before?” I wondered.
“No. There’s no way it would not have burned.” Bob stated emphatically.
“Well, I put a lot of wood on it before I went to bed, did you put any more on in the morning?” I asked.
“Yeah, I put a couple logs on before I left, but there were hot coals in there, it would definitely have burned.” Bob stated.
“Are you sure it just didn’t take a long time to catch, and they’re burning now?” I wondered.
“Yeah, I’m sure, and also, these were round logs, I can still tell because they are that new, and I didn’t put round logs on it this morning.” Bob continued.
“Wow, that’s pretty incredible. Maybe she kept it going for us all day.” I mused.
“Well that would be great!” was Bob’s response.
“Unbelievable…” was all I could say, and think.

I had an odd thought about this as I was driving home tonight. I was wondering if maybe, our fire is really their fire. Like in separate time-dimensions, they have a fire going, we have a fire going, but maybe it’s the same fire. Just a thought. There is definitely something about the fire… “It’s how the ancestors can see you… “

December 5, 2010

Event #150: Sunday, December 5, 2010


We both had experiences during the night/early morning. For me, it was during this annoying period of sleeplessness between the hours of 4 AM and 6 AM. I was getting the “flashes” of visions, something I have not had in some time. Here’s how I would describe these:

Kind of what my vision of the tree silhouettes looked like against the bright "moon" background

Picture a full moon, the brightness of it in a dark sky. The images that I saw were in front of that full moon, so they were in silhouette; black more or less, but shapes of things identifiable at times. Once it was the trees, looking at the full moon through tree shapes, or whatever this light was through the trees. A thick forest of trees. Sometimes it appeared to be something else, like the roof of a house, or the shape of a building. One time I thought I picked up a flower silhouette, but something more like a long-stemmed rose or tulip, not the sprigs that I’m used to finding now. And then once I saw a turtle, only this was not against the “moon” backdrop. It seemed like it was made of candy, a certain kind of candy that I’m familiar with but I can’t think of the name of. I’ll have to get it from the internet. Here we go: I thought I had it right, but wasn’t sure: the candy is called nonpareils. My turtle image seemed to be made of that kind of candy.

Bob had an experience as well. It was right before 6 AM, and he was awake too, and was just laying in bed staring into space, but generally in the direction of the top of his closet. And into his consciousness, he became aware of a shape on the top of the closet. He recognized it as one of the wolves; he could make out the eyes, the nose, slowly coming into focus, and there it sat, above him and on top of his closet. A holographic image of one perhaps, not one of the “actual wolves”, but a wolf-image nevertheless. I suggested that he check to see if the dust had been disturbed up on his closet top and he was certain that it would not have been, thinking that what he was seeing was an image being projected by Nuttah. I let it go at that, thinking he was probably right, as how could a wolf have even “fit” up there, it would have been too tall for the top of the closet.

This is what I imagine Bob "saw" while lying in bed that morning

Just now (it’s much later in the day, and we’re home watching football), I had to go upstairs to get something.

The Ducks moved again for the first time since August 5th

I happened to glance up to the top of my closet, which I actually do quite often now, and for the first time (since August 5th according to my posts) the ducks had moved again. They were not that way earlier in the day, because like I said, I check them often. We (the duck family version of “us”) have all been more or less scrunched together now. Bob & I see this as the 2 of us: the parents, Nuttah between us, and our other 2 children to the right. I looked in the picture files, and the last time the ducks moved was August 5th. I also took notice that the 3 of “us” on the dresser have been moved since December 1st as well; we’ve been brought tighter in together.

A large bare spot in the dust on top of Bob's closet; exactly where the wolf "sat" that morning

And just as an afterthought, as I was about to leave the room, I thought I’d look on the top of Bob’s closet, since I was still thinking about his wolf-vision experience of the morning. And what do you think I saw? A big bare mark in the dust, right where he said he saw the wolf. I don’t know if that’s clear in the picture I’ve inserted, but it is to me. I apologize for the extreme dustiness of this not-often-looked-at area of our room, but in this case, it has kind of come in handy: look at the grey dust on the left side, going all the way back to the cobwebs along the wall, and then to the right of that, for about 2 feet, there is an area that is “clean”. No dust. And that’s exactly the spot where Bob said he laid in bed and stared up at a wolf looking down at him. Bob was pretty impressed and amazed at this, he was certain there would not be any disturbance in the closet dust.

Bob's stone is sitting on his clock-radio now

There was one other thing of note in the room tonight, and that was the stone on Bob’s bedside table. I think I mentioned that on Dec. 1, when all that other stuff had occurred, that the stone had appeared on Bob’s lamp-base. Well, now it’s moved right to the top of his clock-radio, and here is a picture.

November 1, 2010

Event #129: Monday, November 1, 2010


Our emails of today, back and forth:

Bob:  Hope you slept well last night. I kept getting awakened by surging visits. It was 29 degrees when I left this morning, felt good to walk out into it this morning.

Me: Actually, I slept perfectly lousy — listened to Art Bell for most of his show, no compelling ghost stories though — and most of the time I heard that buzz in my ear, including when you got up. Also around 3, I think you got up then too. She was not there the whole time. Think I had some interesting visions that might have been from “then”, but nothing really bright, obvious, or clear. Maybe she was showing it to me at night, or as it was at that moment. Also, I kept hearing noises downstairs, expected to see some changes down there this morning, but there weren’t any, I don’t think. So after losing about 3+ hours last night, I am now just getting up.

Bob: I had several awakenings by Nuttah last night. 3 am was one of many. It seems almost electro-magnetic. It is more and more evident that is what it is, it is how, I think, I sense her, and why we hear the crackling when she comes through. What did you see?

Me: I believe what I saw was their place at night. Flashes of images of the huts, maybe the creek — things I’ve been “wondering” about, or trying to, with mental images. But it was dark. I think. I also could have imagined the whole thing. And then on Saturday night, I forgot to mention that again I got a really clear image of the face of a turtle. This angle is such that at first I am never sure if I am looking at a snake or turtle or something else, but if I think about it, I think it’s clearly turtle. For you, was there any communication from her? Was she walking around downstairs? It sounded kind of like little objects were being moved around.

Bob: I heard quite a bit of noise downstairs last night even before you came up and dopey Joe was in bed looking concerned. Nuttah was downstairs Sunday morning remember. When I was getting awakened it was when she was upstairs next to me standing beside the bed. I know that because I could feel the nudge of the electromagnetism.  What did the huts look like to you?

Me: Maybe she thinks it better that we sleep downstairs, and she’ll be rearranging to make it so. Don’t have enough of a “sight” on the huts, etc. only impression that’s what I was seeing, and remember it was dark.

July 1, 2010

Event #77: Thursday Night, July 1, 2010


"Us" on the dresser with Tëme and Nuttah's "Turtle" (and a couple hearts)

I just got home from work,  and then went upstairs to check on “stuff”. Here is the email I wrote Bob that he will get tomorrow morning:

“I keep hearing weird noises outside, I’m getting a little freaked; I already put the dogs away. First on the creek side, now on the driveway side, yet I was just out there banging around with the dogs and unloading the truck. I see you had a visitor: you and I are placed surrounding her at the end of the turtle, the wolves are on your side, and the sweat hut is behind all of us. The heart is on the corner, and the stone is on my lamp base tonight. (I will have a picture of it in the morning, hopefully will have time).”

Picture is included to the left.

I must mention something that has been happening to me, however if I hear one more weird noise outside (see email), I’m “outta” here. I think I may have mentioned on one occasion the “liquid motion” that I’ve been experiencing in my vision. One night, I thought that it meant that I would be going on an “adventure”. I fell asleep instead, and nothing happened. I am exhausted tonight, and was from about 5 pm on at work as well, because I kept waking up all morning for no apparent reason, from about the time Bob left for work at 4. Or at least for no reason that I could discern. One time it was definitely the bird right outside the window, which is the one I’ve been trying to ID all summer. Or at least all month, it’s only been summer since last weekend. I want to say that I was cold, because all of a sudden the temp just dropped about 20 degrees at night. We’d been having this just awful heat wave, and we’ve had the AC running continuously in our room for more than a week, because even at night it’s in the high 70’s outside. Or at least it WAS. Now it’s got to be in the 50’s. Very nice, cool sleeping weather. And I get cold really easily when I’m sleeping, so that is what I was THINKING was keeping me up, every time I woke up, but now in retrospect, I believe it might have been something else. Then there was what I experienced when I went to bed. I turned off the TV and closed my eyes exhausted at about 12:15 AM. But suddenly there was swirling in my vision, and I wasn’t even sure my eyes were closed. I opened them to be sure, and they were. I closed them again, and the motion started up again. How do I describe what goes on here? There are colors, patterns, motion; it is very fluid, liquid, like India ink in water. Or somewhat like a heat mirage. The colors are blue, green, red, pink. No yellow. No orange. And lots of black. Everything is against a black background. Movement is constant, and sometimes seems to go at different speeds, like slow and swirling, as if I can notice things that go by, and then so fast it’s like a blur. Sometimes the shapes change, and sometimes I get an impression of a “scene” or an object, or something that if I could look at it long enough, I might recognize what it is. I could not help but think that Nuttah was involved in some way in this experience. The idea of that was very strong. I was wide awake now, I heard on the radio that it was now going on 1 AM, and my heart was thumping fast in anticipation of… something… I know not what. I waited, and watched, and kind of hoped. Lots and lots of things were going through my mind, and now I’m not sleepy anymore, I’m more interested in what is happening in my head. However, now I have to pee really bad, so I did have to open my eyes and get up. I came back, and it’s now 1, and Coast to Coast (radio program) is starting, and I’m sensing that Bob is now awake too… I wanted to ask him if she was with us, but I didn’t want to disturb him, just in case I was imagining him awake. So I asked the next day, and he said he woke up around 1, and she was definitely there. I don’t know what all this means; perhaps I am beginning to get a sense of her, perhaps she is “grooming me for a mission”… I don’t know. How could I know? I’m off to bed, and maybe tonight it will happen again.

May 15, 2010

Event #63: Saturday, May 15, 2010


There were a couple of things moved about the bedroom during the day on Saturday, and Bob told me as we were working outside that “she is there now”. I went up to see if I could “sense” that, but I think she was already gone. I did find the little angel turned toward Bob, and also, the small metal heart-charm was on his bedstand, with the end pointed toward him. I hung around for a bit, but sensed absolutely nothing. Earlier in the day though, I had asked Bob about Thursday night. I had trouble getting to sleep, and was up around 1, and I think Bob was too. I had the usual weird feelings, and when I asked if she’d been there, he told me she had. That she was just sitting by the side of the bed with her hand on his arm. So maybe I can pick it up. By the way, those weird feelings usually make me feel like I might be getting sick, but this time there was an added twist; I felt a “swirling”, kind of a motion sensation that made me feel like if I concentrated on it, or “went with it”, as it were, that it might crank up and go faster, and that maybe?, it’s the beginnings of the time travel. Or is it an out-of-body experience?

May 4, 2010

Event #57: Tuesday, May 4, 2010


Some excerpts from our  emails back and forth this morning:

Bob to me:
Forgot to mention, we had company last night. Not doing anything, she is just there and I noticed the last couple of times she is much happier. Got images of stylized turtle, I assume the clan symbol. But the significant change since the wolf puppy event is I don’t sense the sadness.

Me: What time was that? I’m curious because I think I may have felt it this time. Maybe.

Bob: The first time was around 12:45-1:45 and then again around 3-4.

Me: I didn’t wake up for the 3 -4 part, (well, I woke up when you got up for awhile), but definitely the earlier visit. I think that is why I was having trouble sleeping. It was almost so apparent to me that she might be there, that I was going to wake you up and ask you. I think maybe it was even earlier than 12:45, like midnight, maybe you were asleep then. (you sounded asleep). I was kind of getting images that I couldn’t interpret, felt that heaviness, felt a kind of swirling sensation in my head. I’m not aware of her in the room, I’m just aware of the change of feeling in myself that seems to have no explanation.

Bob: 12:45, I think it was, could have 11:45 too, either way she was there. It is not sadness any longer, that is so great to see that she is happier now. I think maybe you’re getting an awareness but that it is causing a different reaction for you, I don’t know enough to explain it but just like people react differently to different medications and stimuli this could be why you are experiencing it this way. Who knows.

April 25, 2010

Event #54: Sunday, April 25, 2010


I don’t know whether to call this one a dream or an “event”. Bob says “event”, and I will explain why in a moment. I was having trouble sleeping last night. I was up for quite a bit between 3 and 5 am. I was listening to “Coast to Coast”, but it was a topic that did not interest me very much about the French Foreign Legion. I guess it should interest me, and once I realized I just had to turn the radio up a tad to hear it over the sound of the creek coming in the open window, I actually did find it kind of interesting. I also kept having what I can only call “wide-awake” dreams. I was awake – I know that because I was having conscious thoughts – but then on top of being awake, I was also dreaming. Then something very odd happened. I think I did fall asleep, but after I told Bob about it, he thinks this happened awake. It was during the Dean Edell program that comes on at 5 AM, Sunday morning. I was having this sensation that caused a feeling of what I can only describe as intense “loss-of-control panic”. I was hurtling along through space (somewhere) like hyperspace; my body being propelled by a force that seemed to speed me up as I sped along. The feeling of this was sheer panic. You know that you have no control to stop it, and you don’t know how it is going to end. It was like suddenly finding yourself on an out of control amusement ride at top speed, that is now going faster and faster and you can’t even see what is flying by you on the sides, and all you can envision in your head is the ghastly end to this “ride”. In the “dream”, I screamed at Bob at the top of my lungs, but I think I also audibly cried out; I am surprised I didn’t wake him up. I think my audible cry woke me up. What I screamed was “BOB, WHERE ARE WE GOING???? !!!!!”. And the intensity of this cry was as if you are yelling out while being swept up into a tornado. I was in complete panic; I knew I was on a ride that I didn’t know where or how it was going to end. Bob must have been right along with me, because I looked at him – maybe it had ended at this point, because he was still – I think – but all he could do was point at his throat to indicate that he could not speak. He was adamantly conveying this idea though, not just a casual “point”, but thrusting his fingers toward his throat while mouthing silently that he had no ability to speak out loud. I was still in sheer terror. His head was partially intact but part of it was burning off from the friction of “the ride”, I guess, and bone was starting to show through. This sent me into even more of a panic, and then I “awoke”. Oh my god, I can’t describe how completely disorienting this “passage” through this worm-hole is or whatever it is that is happening. So I conveyed this “dream” to Bob when we both got up later – because I did finally fall back to sleep and got up much later in the morning. And he said that his first three or so times “going back in time”, had felt like that. But when he got to the end, he had been “there”. There in 1600 time. He said the first time it happened to him, which I guess if I look at the previous notes would have been back on March 8th, he really thought it meant he was dying. That he was having some hideous neurological event like a stroke or a brain aneurysm, or hemorrhage and that “this was it”. That this is what death would feel like. Well, I guess I can say that I’ve now experienced the “travel” part of the journey, but not the destination part. It changes your view of things, to put it mildly. Oh, and I forgot to mention. I asked Bob when we got up if he’d had any experiences last night. He’s been a little mum about talking about it lately, and he hesitated now.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because of this dream I had”, And I then conveyed the “dream” above, and I couldn’t stop crying while I was describing it; I don’t really know why, it was all just still so fresh in my mind, and it had created such a feeling of panic and loss of control that was so alarming.

“Well, that’s interesting, because she was there”, he said.
“When was that, what time?” I wanted to know.
“Sometime between 4:30 and 5:30 AM”, said Bob.

And my “experience” had probably occurred around 5:20-5:30 AM. I’m wondering if I’m being “tested” for fitness for travel. I then asked Bob why he didn’t tell me about this part before – the travel part. It seemed like it was a pretty critical part of the “experience”, at least for me it would have been…
He said it was because when he got to where he was “going”, he’d totally forgotten about it, because of the overwhelming effect of where he now was. Which was geographically where we still are, but time-wise, 400 years ago.

The only thing that Bob has told me that is new in the past couple of weeks happened last night, around the time I was having my “incident”.  It was then that she asked Bob if he was interested in learning his history. He says that he cannot vocalize an answer, but in his head he answered, although somewhat hesitantly, “yes”. Today he expresses some trepidation about how this might go, and the fact that he essentially agreed to it. I’m a little nervous about that too. Given what she can “do”, a history lesson could be quite an adventure in time, one might think. And now, every time I lay down into bed, I’ll be thinking about whether I’m in for a ride…

January 13, 2010

Event 14: Wed., January 13, 2010


I was in the bathroom washing up. It was a little after 11. All this activity (and the hour the work starts outside) has me gearing up to go to bed earlier now. I’m exhausted. I honestly don’t know how I made it through work today, and it’s really busy for me at work. At least it keeps my mind off this stuff. I’m at the sink, and I heard a sound like I was brushing against some material. I turned to see what was making the noise, and realized I was not touching anything. I do have clothes that hang off the door, which was right behind me, but nothing I might have touched would have made that sound, and also, I wasn’t touching them anyway! This freaked me out a bit, though I was so tired I went right to bed after this. I did sleep straight through ‘til 8, when the crew started (this was a concrete-pouring day!), so that was good. I felt much more refreshed, and woke up to no new activity in the bedroom. Although, the next night (Thursday night) I was talking to Bob, and just as an aside when we were talking about this stuff, I mentioned the noise in the bathroom. Then he said this noise thing had happened to him one morning – he’d actually been SO convinced that I was coming into the bathroom that he stopped what he was doing and opened the door for me. Our floor is wooden, and it creaks pretty loudly when someone is walking across it. It is a very distinct and obvious sound, that after years, the 2 of us are very familiar with. Yet I was still in bed. He said never has he thought I was approaching the bathroom to come in before, but he heard someone coming. He was CONVINCED I was coming in. And for 2 or more weeks now, something has been waking Bob up at 2:30 AM every morning. He’s been mentioning this for awhile cause he can’t get back to sleep after that. You want to talk about exhausted. He has to get up at 4 AM. But what is waking him up at 2:30 every morning? He’s not sure…

January 12, 2010

Event #12-13: Tuesday, January 12, 2010


Both Bob and I slept terribly. I was up watching TV ‘til 2 AM, cause I just didn’t want to shut my eyes. I did finally fall asleep fitfully sometime after 2, but the work crew started in the 7’s with pumping out the port-a-pot, which makes a high-pitched wine that you can’t sleep through. Both of us heard a weird scrambling sound across the wood floors. Bob thinks it is actually something on the roof – not like we haven’t had THAT before (infestation of river rats). The next morning, Bob made fun of me for laying my “traps”. I had in fact gotten 2 more of the same kind of blankets that the prints are showing up on like above, and put them in 2 new different places. It occurred to me that it’s possible this has been going on longer than we think, and we just haven’t noticed. That’s truly not that far-fetched. That purple blanket was on the bed until about a week ago, and there is nothing else in the room that would have so clearly recorded these “prints” before, as Joe was always walking all over the bed. Our son, Stewie (not his real name) has suggested sprinkling talcum powder all over the floor, like tracking prints in snow. Not a bad idea really. Today, they are again driving steel plates. Oh dear.

Later this morning I was making the bed, and something made me glance up at the fabric ducks on the top of my closet – I don’t even know why. But I suddenly noticed that they were no longer in a line. Sunday night, when Bob’s closet was “re-arranged”, I had taken pictures of both of our closets, and now I had to run down and check the picture on the computer to see how the ducks looked then. And here, to the left, is the way they appeared (in a line) Sunday night.This is not the best picture, because I was going for the closet, not the ducks, but you can see that the 3 little ducklings are trailing the Mama Duck and all facing the same way, even though the picture cuts off Mama-Duck’s head. And then below that is the picture I took Tuesday morning after I noticed that things had moved. I’ve put a white circle around the 2 last ducks, which are now turned around to face the other way. There is no telling exactly when this might have happened, but it was sometime after midnight on Sunday, and before Tuesday morning. I looked at the dust marks left by this “action”, because the dust is pretty thick up there. I will have to get up there with a flashlight to see what really went on, and I’ll record that later.