Hey Bobby-
I’m really sorry about.. well, pretty much everything. I know I’m not holding it together very well and I guess my head is kind of screwed up. I say stuff I don’t mean, I write stuff that comes off sounding snippy and pathetic and juvenile; generally I’m becoming the big girl that Dean is always accusing me of being. I feel like I’m always either apologizing or doing something that will need apologizing for later.
I had a weird thing happen last night, and I probably should have told you but when I went into the living room, you were asleep on the sofa, and I mean dead to the world, Bobby. Snoring and the whole nine yards. There was an infomercial blaring on the TV, some smarmy guy selling his secret natural cures and I know had you been anywhere near awake, you’d have Colt-blasted that snake oil salesman right off the screen. I know how much you hate hucksters!
A few hours ago, I was lying in bed, not asleep but in that sort of floating state where you’re just about to drop off but you’re still pretty much aware of things around you. Anyway, I was just lying there, I could hear the TV and you were snoring and the refrigerator was making that humming sound that happens when the motor kicks on… in an instant, the room went absolutely freezing and I reached down to pull the sheets up further and something, someone grabbed my arm. It startled me and I guess I gasped or something and a voice, I swear Bobby, it was Dean’s voice, he said “Sammy, don’t fall!”
I didn’t move.. it sort of freaked me out because I wasn’t sure what he meant. I just laid there for a second and I could still feel his hand on my arm and it felt so warm and the rest of the room was so cold. Then all of a sudden, it was gone. The warmth rushed back into the room like flipping a switch. I turned on the light and checked my wrist; for sure, there were marks on my skin just as if someone had grabbed me.
The thing is, I know I wasn’t dreaming. I know I was awake. Maybe drifting but awake. But I can’t figure it out. Was Dean warning me of actually falling, or falling for something, like a lie or a story someone is going to try to make me believe? Or was he warning me not to fall asleep? Whatever it was, I’m certain about this: Dean is trying to communicate, he’s aware and he’s still looking out for me. Most important, Bobby, is that Dean’s hand was warm. He’s alive.
Since it happened, I’ve been online researching similar experiences and I found that the moments just between waking and sleep place the brain in a trance-like state which makes you very receptive to psychic imagery, like ESP and remote viewing. Maybe that’s the only time my conscious brain shuts up enough to let Dean get through?
I’m gonna tell you about this when you wake up. This sort of helps me get it straight in my head though, so I don’t start babbling like a moron at you before you even have a cup of coffee.
This is big, Bobby. It’s contact.
-S.W.
8. July 2008 at 12:47
I had a similar experience shortly after my father passed away. Though he didn’t make a physical connection, instead manifesting visually. He was only there long enough to tell me “Don’t give up.” It took me a few weeks to figure out what he meant exactly. I too have psychic gifts, which I wasn’t fully aware of until after his “visit”. I believe he was urging me to use my gift to help others, not to give up by burying something that terrified me.
I’m not sure what your brother was trying to tell you. That is something only you can figure out. But I suggest that you find someone else with our gift, someone proficient with it, to help you interpret what he meant and to help you put your gift to good use.