One reader’s psychic experience

Thanks to Allen, who sent in the following:

Nearly 30 years ago, when I was a senior in high school and living in Taiwan, I had a dream.

I was on the roof of a skyscraper; suspended over the city was a ring of giant floating mushrooms. I figured these mushrooms were there as playground apparatus, so I jumped onto the first mushroom. Immediately I was struck by vertigo and began to slip. The city lights were below me and I was afraid of falling. So I jumped onto the next mushroom, but again had the same off-balance feeling.

Suddenly, my aunt appeared, leaping onto the mushroom in front of me with a fist raised, while she shouted a heroic war cry. I stared in amazement as she leapt from mushroom to mushroom, with great speed and perfect balance. But then she tripped. Her foot caught the edge of a mushroom and I saw her waving her arms, trying to regain balance. I wanted to catch her, but she was too far away.

The she fell. I felt myself falling with her.

When my aunt landed, I felt I was in her body – crashing into the earth with a big thump. And then I was standing over her, seeing her crumpled body.

“She’s not dead yet,” said my sister, who just appeared next to me. “She just feels the pain.”

I woke up shivering and sweating and gasping for air.

The next day, my mom had a telephone call. My aunt had just made the decision to take her daughter, who had been in a coma for ten years, off life support.

My aunt and my cousin lived in California at the time. My cousin had gone into a coma after a high fever.  I only had a vague memory of her, because the last time we met, I was only five years old. But I remembered I liked her very much. She was ten years old and she played with me like a big sister; I called her ‘Big Sister Sherry’.

About a month before my dream, my aunt had visited us in Taiwan and mom introduced us by asking, “Do you remember aunty M.?”

I immediately replied, “Yes, you’re Big Sister Sherry’s mom.”

My aunt said, “Oh, you remember Big Sister Sherry?”

And I said, “I remember!”

And that’s all we said to one another. But I think my aunt may have been touched by my spontaneous response and somehow we grew a psychic link. So on the day she decided to take her daughter off of life support, I felt her pain.

I figure our emotions must be like radio waves, which we send out into the atmosphere and our dream-state is like an antennae capable of picking up these signals. I’ve always wondered if it were possible to train ourselves to pick up these signals at will. But how? I’ve never looked into it.

If anybody else has a psychic experience to share, please let me know. Anonymity is fine with me.

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