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Is That a Ghost Tap Dancing on My Head?
     
My mother's house is fairly active with strange occurrences.
     
     
One evening when my sister, who is ill, was asleep in my Mom's room and my husband was asleep on the couch, I clearly saw a "shadow person" pass by the kitchen door. My mother also sees them on a semi-regular basis but this was the first time for me.
     
     
All three of my daughters, and my mother, and my grandmother are quite intuitive, to one degree or another. But, I like to say I got nothing of it. I joke that I could have a ghost tap dancing on my head and I would not know it.
     
     
I am not a fearful person and am quite excited by the fact that there are many things out there that we don't know about, but I am bummed that I have almost no intuitive radar.
     
     
Whilst Standing Sentinel
     
I was a sentinel from 12:00 am to 6:00 am. I had to stay outside the dormitories, and there was a river across from us. There was no electricity to light up the dirt road. I was looking over towards the river when I saw a shadow carrying a big wood box on his back. It was like a dead body, and they disappeared into the distance. A friend saw it with me that night...
     
     
I Knew We Weren't Alone
     
I constantly feel like there is someone else, besides my husband, in the bedroom. On this particular night, it was a little after 3 am and I was lying in bed, not able to sleep. And, I was proved right (I have chills as I write this). After a few minutes of just lying there I felt a hand touch the top of my head, not forcefully but enough so I could feel it.
     
     
I felt my hair press down and the weight of the hand! I didn't move; it didn't really scare me. Finally, I fell asleep.
     
     
Come with Me
     
This was a lucid dream - didn't know the word at the time.
     
     
I was taking a lunch-break nap on the front seat of my truck at work. I was in a half wake state and there it was, a vivid image of a woman with black hair in the desert; it just stared at me.
     
     
This event recurred, and I began to try and figure out who the woman was - seemed Eastern Mediterranean.
     
     
In subsequent half-awake states she came back to me, except she began to gesture as if to say, "come with me". The first time I complied, she turned away and the whole scene dissolved into a spray of colors, and I got a sense of being up very high. It was very pleasant, so I made a point to do this repeatedly.
     
     
Later on I concluded that the woman was indigenous.
     
     
After that, there was a whole group of them, and I realize now that I couldn't discern their gender - they could have been male or female. They all had long hair.
     
     
In the recurring dream I have, they are there as a group, and they desperately wave and gesture at me to come with them. There are only gestures, since I guess there's a language barrier.
     
     
Initially, this was a pleasant experience, but now the feeling is too intense. I get the feeling that they need me for some reason.
     
     
Of course, it must be all just some sort of fantasy, but it has gone on for years.
     
     
Native American Indian
     
I am a Brit living in Canada.
     
     
The land that I live on was once the property of Native Indians. I have a big bank of windows in my sitting room.
     
     
This day, I was sitting in an arm hair facing these windows; it was the middle of the day, and nice and bright and sunny outside. I noticed a young man walking in front of the windows.
     
     
I have a large front lawn and the road is a fair distance away. I remember thinking, "why is this young man prowling around my house?"
     
     
I shot up out of my chair and went outside to investigate; not a soul was about (or maybe a soul was about!) My dog was sleeping soundly on the porch.
     
     
As I recall this young man had no shirt on and was wearing buckskin trousers with a fringe, his jet black hair was pulled back and reached his waist. I honestly thought that someone was pulling a prank