my dead grandad...
...I was coming home from a club 18-30 holiday, 2 weeks in Ibiza. I had got off the plane at Manchester Plane Station and was continuing alone on the train to Sheffield to be met by my mum. As the train pulled out of Manchester I felt my eyes closing and I fell into a deep hungover sleep.

Now I never met my grandad, which is a massive shame as I'm told that I resemble him in visage and in character and he sounds like a proper laugh, but he died of asbestosis when he was in his early 40s. That said, I never had a dream about him before this particular date and I hadn't been talking about him or anything that may prompt it.

So, in the dream I remember my Grandpa Cyril saying 'You need to wake up now, you're nearly there'. I woke up immediately, looking around to see if there was anyone near me that could have said something, I was in the middle of the carriage and there was no one else in the whole place and no conductor disappearing out of view. I was just going past the new(ish) Tesco in Sheffield, I was about 2 mins away from the station and needed to get all my gear together, I had just the right amount of time to sort it without getting stressed. It was quite nice.

I mentioned the dream to my mum a bit later (Cyril was her dad) and she went a bit pale when I told her where I woke up. Where the Tesco is now there used to be a train station... not that creepy. My grandad was a fireman (shovelling the coal into the engines) on trains based at that station so that was where he worked. I knew he worked on the trains but I had no idea there had ever been a station there, never mind the one that he worked at.

A bit creepy, but I kinda like it. Sort of made me realise that although there may be no heaven or hell, part of us lives on in our genes... I'm still not having kids though.
(Ross McBingobangobongo bingobangobongo, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:23, 7 replies)

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( The Helpful Bear, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:46, closed)

Hmmmm...
Here's a less supernatural explanation: you weren't deeply asleep, and were aware of the world around you without being aware that you were aware. Your eyes were sort of open; part of your brain thought, "oooh, nearly at the station", another part of your brain thought, "oooh, someone knows their way around the local railways: that'll be granddad then" (remember that you were half asleep: your thoughts don't have to make much sense); and you deduced that your granddad told you. Except he didn't. You were half awake anyway.

Sorry.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:48, closed)

also, there is no Santa.
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:53, closed)

I have a horrible feeling that there's going to be some heavy de-bunking activity this week...

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:58, closed)

Entirely likely, and no bad thing. Still, it's not impossible to be creeped out by something whilst simultaneously knowing that you're being a little foolish - can't say as I'd feel 100% at ease walking through an isolated graveyard on a dark night, but I wouldn't genuinely believe that my gruesome demise at the hands of the restless dead was imminent and inevitable.
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:04, closed)

^This^
The mind is more than capable of coming up with stuff that scares itself without resorting to ghoulies and ghosties to explain it.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:41, closed)

yarp
I heartily concur, I'm a graduate of science and was forced to go to catholic church for my 1st 18 years so I am in no way saying I believe in the afterlife. I just kinda like how it made me feel without having to think about the actual ins and outs of it scientifically.

There was quite a lot of saliva on my shoulder though, kinda suggests I was properly comatose...
(Ross McBingobangobongo bingobangobongo, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 20:10, closed)