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Wow! Sounds like ghosts I've heard of or seen on Ghost Adventures.

I've seen 2 ghosts with color and shape now. I've seen lots of ripples in the air and some black/moving figures.

I went up north to see my relatives for the 1st time in 16 years and I saw a blue ghost boy by my bed lean over like an "L" saying he just wanted to make sure I was comfortable. I just woke up at night. I saw a twisting black figure go out the window. By the way, I like my relatives a lot and am sad I could not be there for so long. I was busy with school, college, my mental illness, and finally I went.

Recently, I was with my mom at Disney World, and I was mad but kept it to myself. I was on the People Mover and saw a somewhat complex monster/alien figure that looked like the shape of my anger, reddish and such warm-colored parts, sitting next to my mom in the dark. I only saw some of it materialize. I was told, it felt, like by God, you can be mean like this if you want or not.

HA

I can still see my dad frown how I deal with the whole world knowing me but not from their own eyes online nor from another like that.. like I should be in trouble with the weight of the world on my shoulders literally.  I am part dead inside, like a ghost, and I look on from above, unaffected.  I did that before I knew it happened.

Sobbing

When I sobbed, my blankets suctioned around my top and felt like incessantly magic.  I felt that at 1st in college up north and sometimes here when I could..  :|  It felt sorta celestial, actually.

Suffering Schedule

I keep hearing these strange creaking noises above behind me, sounds like a person partially dead from Florida like when I didn't live in Orlando, sorta like they were suffering like me in schedule and just died.

Dreams

I had a dream I killed Ginny Kopf.  In the end, I heard a few low drums of no consequence really, just th..anyway and then she exploded into lots of little glittery dust, as though she committed suicide.  '=s  The funny thing is I don't remember what I was doing 1st, but I know I was flying around a big place with lots of sorta plant-like buildings, kinda bleak.  I felt there was some big spirit flying me around, though, so I guess I was not the 1 flying?  I liked feeling that I was being held on my crotch, but I got some ideas I tried to process.  I realized that you can find anyone online at school in their city.  I decided, though, that I wanted to do something about safety but always realize that death is just around the corner.  Other interesting things, I felt like my feet were like pushing pedals like of that famous organ song.  I also felt my body nearer to the end before that as the result of being like a jelly worm, you know gel..  Those gummies.  ;D  From doing ballet, like it wasn't a good idea but hwen you do it it is.  I wish I remembered my other dreams, but I was more conscious with this 1, like before.  I think when I fell asleep this time, I felt dead from something, like the medicine as the end.  It's like because I wasn't famous with a lot of money from wishing to be an actor while I was on MySpace.  So, anyway, I was flying around a long time, felt touched, felt strong, the stronger overall feeling or whatever was the situation.  Oh well, wish I could remember more.  It was sorrowful and somber.  It was like it was a scary, black, from the past like my past life or dead, like a Ghost of Christmas, sorta going with me on a journey I was taking or happened to take because of her.  I still feel a big force around my crotch, and it feels like huge, puffy, not too old arms.  I woke up, and my blessed fingers were like big puffs.  I guess I did it to myself, as usual.  It's always interesting, but it won't last.  I used to feel I wish it would last.  :|

So, if you want to know what I did in bed, I could feel in Cleveland, my blankets feeling celestial like they put kinda a lot of sorta involuntary|voluntary, you know random.., pressure on me, like a spirit, that it was a person.  My bed also pulsed in a very surreal way.  I used to imagine the life in my eyes suddenly like crossing mainly.. and myself fucking the tubes!  D;  I tried it as much I could, like I would not stot, like I had to do it, like there was no point in thinking of other things in bed, myself.  I can't seem to do that, now, here.  I just was distracted, in the end..  I used to go around to RDV and sit around, a magical place, while my mom was busy.  I'd watch the people and feel I was in a magical world, really, but for some reason it had to dye away.

Ever imagine...

Ever think you're that black-eyed cross-eyed 1 high in the, er, celestrial stadiums just watching the sports game?

An Aura of Foreboding

At the Key West ghost tour, I already sensed the agony at the motel.

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