Astral Projection and the Future

Dear Lisa,
I will tell you what I know. When I was about 12 the song "Old Souls" came on. It was part of a corny movie. But it hit a cord. I knew then. The song writer had some insight. Being an old soul, means being different, bored, searching. It means not staying here long prob, alive. I don't know that, 48 soon 49, but I don't expect it until I'm 90. It means college profs will bore you and you'll correct them and most of the public and loved ones will put you asleep until you avoid them. Sorry. As I grow older, wiser, I look forward to leaving more. Poor Einstein said not to loose yourself in that otherworld. It's hard tho. Fight it. I'm fighting pretty darn hard. Sort of. But my hub, a harvard, and most everyone else, bores me and this silly world. I continue my search.

Lisa- you are searching hard. This wasn't a fluff story to read. You're flying too? And by that, I mean dreaming. I don't do drugs or stuff. Haha! We all know flying who have ever done it. I saw a book today, "24 Minutes in Hell..." His leaving sounded like mine. Didn't buy it - read the first 20 pages or so - (3 minutes) and it scared me. I'm such a scardey cat... But precaution is good probably, and in the end, I've never backed down. Except now. I'm tempted.

TY for responding. Around 12-14 years ago I was a non-traditional student in my early 30's taking French from the chairman. He wanted us to go on a french trip to france. No one responded and he hounded us. I said, "You'd feel bad if we went and the plane crashed..." It was like someone else said it but my mouth moved. This happens. He gasped. I felt terrible. It was a horrible thing to say. Then my hub got transferred. In a hotel, while house hunting, I woke up every night around a little until four, went to the lobby. The desk clerk at the hotel asked me about it. I didn't tell her, or anyone, but my dream was terrible. I saw very white limbs, legs, arms, and someone was with me. Then I saw people crying, a mob of them, walking, and crying "The kids are all gone!" They went from house to house. Then I saw a man in an orange worksuit, and they pointed and said, "You're to blame..." It was like I saw them, but wasn't really there. I was a ghost watching. So for three or four nights, I woke up with the same dream at the exact time. I flew home - after buying a house with my husband - and then days later, 3 or 4, a French flight crashed. Oh, and in my dream, I always saw a tennis shoe, all by itself. The students were USA taking a french class. They crashed in the ocean. I saw white body parts. But mostly, on the news, I remember seeing a tennis shoe. I remembered the people marching house to house, crying, "The children are all gone and crying and angry..." I called my sister, and she told me not to tell anyone. Well, you're the first. Now it's been long enough. I couldn't be blamed, obviously being in a hotel a thousand miles away, but it's been long enough for me to take it in and admit it to anyone but my sister. Now I'll look the incident up on the internet and look for the details.

Very interesting! Please post your other crash dream too, if you feel comfortable sharing it.

As a footnote, five or six days after sending this, I searched the internet for crashes in 2000. Singapore Airlines Flight 006 fits. It happened October 31 and was the wrong runway crash with the most fatalities. I hate heights, so that was good I guess. There was a bad storm, hurricane type, on top of the wrong runway incident. 83 fatalities of 179. At one site, it had a man on a stretcher with oxygen, American I think. The flight was suppose to go to Los Angeles. After reading several hours, it occured to me that this was Halloween. Interesting or weird. I had another crash dream just as odd. Should I post it?