I watch Medium and love it.
I'm still fairly new here so I hesitate to inundate y'all with lots of stuff about myself but I'll go into a little of it. First off, my husband is an engineer, very smart and science minded. I've always been literature minded so we're pretty much opposite. It's always fun for me to tell him things about myself because he's a fairly good balance to have....almost like Mulder and Scully were for each other.
Now, the first thing that I'll share is,
Something that's very common, it's happened since I was a kid and continues to this day, is that when people I know (not necessarily close to me though) die, I almost always dream about them. It's usually something along the lines of them just saying hi. One of my mom's good friends died in a car accident (she was drunk and hit a tree). I dreamt about her a couple of months later. She said, "I'm happy here and I'm OK...let your mom know. I can see my kids still all the time too." My dad died a couple of years ago of an OD (really, really rough time for my family) and I dreamt about him several times since then. First couple of times, I really got the feeling that he wasn't accepting of being dead. The last time I dreamt about him (several months ago) he said to me, "Tell your mom that I'm so, so very sorry about what I put her through and left her with." Luckily my mom is very open and doesn't think I'm crazy :lol:. I told her about it and she cried. But, I think it made her feel better.
My husband and I had to have our dog put to sleep last year, he was 13. I've had several about him and about the Doberman that we had when I was a kid (she lived to be 17). It's usually just them coming up to me, nudging my hand, I pet them for a minute and then they walk off. The ones about the dogs are ALWAYS the same like that.
Now, my husband says that it could just be my mind's way of helping me deal with grief...which I guess could be true. I might actually believe that if the dreams didn't feel so overwhelmingly different from my everyday dreams. I just feel more connected to them.
This one is a bit longer but kind of interesting. My husband's brother, his wife and 2 girls have a house that they bought a few years ago and have been fixing up. From the day I walked into that house I felt creeped out by it. I kept feeling like there was the energy of a little boy (I can't really explain it, I guess that's why it's called a sixth sense, it's just something I feel) in the house. His brother was telling us how the oldest of their girls (now 9) had an imaginary friend and that they thought that she must just want another sister. So, with that I thought they were saying that her "friend" was a girl. I told my husband, "Oh well, I guess I was wrong." Well, then at Christmas the 2 of them were telling us how when the oldest was in 1st grade the teacher had asked about her "little brother" and my sister-in-law said, "she doesn't have a little brother, just a sister". The teacher said, "Oh. Well, she talks about someone named Benjamin that she plays with all the time and that he's 4 years old". My husband just looked at me like, "whoa". I didn't say anything to them....I'm a bit nervous about who knows because people think people are crazy when they say stuff like that. I'm not even saying that I'm some big time psychic or anything, I just have plenty of times where I can't explain things that happen to me.
The funniest thing that happened recently....neither me nor my husband smoke but my mom does and my dad smoked like a chimney...I kept smelling cigarette smoke in our house. I would be in the bedroom and it was so strong. I would go get my husband, bring him into the room and ask him if he smelled it. He would say no. This went on for weeks and then one night I'm sitting there and smelled it again. I turned to my husband and said, "I can't BELIEVE that you can't smell that smoke" he said, "sorry". So, the next day when I started smelling it again, I took a chance at sounding like an idiot....I said, "Dad....or Grandpa...if that's you, I don't mind if you stay but PLEASE get rid of the smoke smell". It went away almost immediately and I haven't had it again since then.
My husband, always wanting to Scully me said, "Well, you know our neighbors smoke, maybe some of it was coming in through a cracked window or something, we don't smoke so we are sensitive to it" blah, blah, blah :lol:
Anyway, he's a pretty good balance for me to have.