Well, It Matters to Me

When I was around 20 years old I went to the gynecologists office for my yearly exam. I was surprised and embarrassed to learn that the new secretary was the secretary from my junior high school. I of course played it cool, not wanting her to know that I was embarrassed to see her in my gynecologist's office.

She was asking me the standard questions that they ask you in a dr's office when she asked me, "what form of birth control do you use?" I told her that I was married and that my husband had a vasectomy and that I did not need birth control.

She said, "Well honey,that doesn't matter, that's him. You still need something to protect yourself."

I was mortified that she could insinuate that I would sleep with someone besides my husband. All I could say to her was, "well it matters to me and I don't need anything else."

I can honestly say I never slept with anyone but my husband for the entire 16 years of our marriage. That includes the 3 year period after I left him and gave him a chance to clean up his act so that we could get back together.

The Perils of Long Hair

The Perils of Long Hair

Mar 15, '09 6:32 PM for everyone

When I was in junior high school we were in the Smokey Mountains for a family vacation. We were at a go-cart track in Pigeon Forge which is a tourist town at the base of the hills. My Brother, Billy, and my sister, Rhonda, and I were having a ball driving around the go-cart track at full speed like we did everything when we were kids. We didn't know what slow meant on anything!

I had used up my time and was sitting in the van with my mom and dad watching Billy and Rhonda go around the track when my sister wrecked. I remember seeing the whole thing and sitting there frozen in place even though I wanted to help her. One second she was flying around the track and the next she was spinning in circles (not rolling thank God!). and she was lying on her back on the go-cart. When it finished spinning she did not get up. My parents raced out of the van to her and I sat there frozen - just watching people keep driving around the track and thinking someone was going to hit her.

The employees at the track finally got everybody to stop while people rushed to help my sister. She still did not get up - she couldn't. Her waist length, long brown hair had tangled around the driveshaft of the engine. Her hair had been blowing in the wind (this was in the 70's and nobody wore helmets) and caught in the engine. It had wrapped completely around the driveshaft up to her scalp and she was wedged against the hot engine and it was burning her scalp. It took less than a second for this to happen. One second full speed, next second stopped.

People were hollering for scissors to cut her hair to free her but nobody had scissors. To free her a mechanic had to take the whole engine apart to get to the driveshaft to untangle her hair. It seemed to take forever.The whole time Rhonda was laying there screaming for them not to cut her hair. They offerred to call an ambulance for Rhonda but my dad rushed her to the hospital. For some reason when he was carrying her into the emergency room (she was 12 years old) I remember thinking, "He really does love her afterall."

Rhonda had whiplash from the wreck (something my parents said didn't exist), she had headaches and neckaches for years after that. The force of her hair pulling into the engine had caused her scalp to rip in several places. She had stitches. Worse of all for her they had to cut a big patch of hair out of the back of her head. (We both had long hair all of our lives and couldn't imagine having short hair) For months she wore a scarf or bandana to cover the bald spot which made it appear that she had hair to her butt like she always did.

When we got back home she was the first girl drafted into Little League in our county. (Probably the whole state for all I know) I remember sitting in the bleachers hearing people at her first game asking if that was a girl out there - like they couldn't tell with her waistlength hair. Even with her baseball cap she still had to wear that bandana to cover the bald spot. My parents didn't even think about not letting her play because she was light years better than any girl around - and most of the boys for that matter.

lucid nightmare

12:50 am

dreaming about writing the dream
having a contest
trying not to let evil enter my mind
I was in haunted house
Attacked by ripping & tearing
Keeping it out of my mind so it wouldn't hurt
attack didn't work
dark bat wings entering my mind
stay strong it's a dream
It won't hurt if I don't allow it
in haunted house
pictures are attacking my mind
let evil travel through
I have one (won)
here it come's again
dark castle
screaming, screeching, flapping, tearing


extreme thirst woke me up

I have been having dreams about a contest that I couldn't remember for months now. The contest was between the dream that I am having vs. the dream that I want to have. I was not able to control the dream but I was able to control my reactions - this time. Something that I have been working on for years.

lucid dream to OOBE

This was a lucid dream. It had been awhile since I have had a lucid dream.

I was dreaming that I was sleeping and my roommate was cleaning in the other room. I realized that I was dreaming.

I decided that I wanted to pretend that I was still sleeping while I went out of my body to see what my roommate was actually doing. She has been stealing and I wanted to catch her.

I pretended to sleep (in the dream) while I separated from my body. Just when I started to float around the corner to the hallway, I heard banging and clanging noises and I started to see flashes of light and colorful heiroglyphics under my eyelids.

I was fine with what I saw but because of the noise I thought someone was trying to break in the house and I woke up.

I lay there as long as I could see the heiroglyphics to see if I was still asleep. I was not.

I knew as soon as all that stuff had happened that it was too late. That is not my usual style of dreaming.

To sucessfully float you have to merge with the dream - not have such a violent transition. At least that's the way I usually do it.

I had this dream after waking up for a couple of hours. I slept for about 1/2 and hour before I woke up again.

Jesus Came to Get Me! (in a dream)

Wow! Jesus came to get me. This all took place between 12:15 am and 1:30 a.m. As I was dozing off, I saw Jesus (classic pose, arms outstretched). Usually when I see things as I am dozing off, I wake up thinking "hey, I didn't know I was asleep yet". I stayed asleep this time. Then I saw angels flying around. I went on to sleep. I was dreaming I was in an abandoned children's hospital. It was full of animals and teddy bears. A police cruiser drove slowly by with it's lights on but no siren. I was standing with a black man holding a teddy bear (he gave it to me) and my granny (she is an evangelist) and some small children. Then Jesus was there. As I was looking at him several spiritlike angels swooped in and took me under my arms and started to lift me from my body. I felt myself stretching and being pulled away from my body. (it felt like being in the back car of a rollercoaster) I felt several rather violent electric shocks and I realized what was happening. I yelled, "NOT YET!" and I dove back into my body and I woke up. The dream didn't scare me or make me happy or anything. It is an interesting dream considering I am a heart patient and I am getting weaker and weaker despite medical efforts. I was very tired yesterday when I went to bed, because I had pushed myself to my limit just to see what I was capable of. I had a friend analyze this dream. I think she was dead on. The abandoned hospital represents my abandonment issues - which I have. (you lose a lot of friends when you become seriously ill) The dying part of the dream is obviously due to the fact that my health is so bad. Seeing Jesus was my way of putting a familiar face on an unfamiliar occurrence. Although I have 'induced' 2 OBE's during lucid dreams, in this dream I was not trying to induce an OBE. It always helps to find someone with more experience in these things to talk to. The extreme reactions to this dream that my friends have had have been quite interesting.

Lucid Dream Lost

I was dreaming that I was at the track picking up dogs and they changed security and everytime I tried to go around it there was a man there with his back to me who always said "We already thought of that."

I made it to the race in the nick of time and a woman was there who told me that I wouldn't be picking up this dog that I would only pick up certain dogs from now on. I asked her when my turn was and she said "Tuesday the 21st."

I told her that I wasn't happy about it and she said to come with her so we could talk. We were separated and I realized that I was dreaming.

I thought, "now I can try my personal goal of leaving my body."

I was immediately speeding through a silvery white tunnel with silvery white geometric shapes all around me.

Then I thought, " this is taking too long, " and I lost the Dream and I was awake.

When I lucid dream things usually happen the second I think about them That is why I started thinking, "this is taking too long."

One of my dad's stories

My dad came home one day to tell us that he had almost died. He was on his way home in a TR-7. (for those of you who don't remember they were tiny triangular shaped cars in the 70's)

There was some road construction about a 1/2 mile from our house and daddy was going to fast to stop! So, he deliberately drove the car into the embankment beside the road and this caused the car to flip over on top of him. (a convertible)

He said he had to pick up the car and slide out from underneath it. He was happy it was such a little car! for those of you who don't believe my little story I can tell you that it had to have a new paint job and a windshield to boot.