Remember Denny, Dinny, Dini?

I had a brief period where a friend and I were regularly having shared dreams. She is sensitive as well. For a while we exchanged our dreams noting the similarities and realizing that we were having shared dreams and not always just common themes. In my dreams, there were things I couldn’t see and in hers, it was as if she was experiencing the part I couldn’t see. We also had abduction dreams, and one night I am positive we were abducted together. Though I suspect it occurred more than once.

This particular night I had felt off a bit of unease when I went to bed like subconsciously I was aware of something about to happen. Once in the dream she and I become astral or we believe we are just goofing off in the astral plane together. We always said if we were able to meet up out of the body we would go through the town and do what we call a-haunting meaning we would try and interact with the awake living. When the dream first started out, I truly believed we had managed to meet up astrally we were both laughing and ecstatic to have some fun. We are laughing and she says come on let’s go and so then we are flying side by side laughing hysterically while quickly weaving above and below power lines and things through town. I can’t remember what it was in the dream that tipped me off but something was off and it registered.

I began to get upset, no, no this isn’t right, we aren’t flying, we’re not astral. Something is not right. She looks at me confused and laughs, what do mean, yes we are she says to me. I say no, listen to me, we are not astral, this isn’t real it’s a projection, we are being made to think we are here doing this but we are not where we think we are, its an illusion. She looks at me, realizing what I’m saying, and when she realizes I’m right. Where are we then, she asks me. I say I don’t know but they have us, and they want us to think we are here doing this so we won’t fight them. She understands what I mean we both become aware of fighting the illusion until we come to where we are, on a table somewhere, and then they do what I best describe as a reset. They attempt to reset the illusion.

The next thing I know we are in the woods somewhere it’s nighttime and pitch black, and I say no, this is not right. They are trying to reset this illusion and she stays aware at that moment but then suddenly we are gone, I don’t know for how long, but we get back out again, only to be sent to the woods again, we keep getting sent back over and over and finally, I guess they give up because we won’t stop breaking the illusion. We get sent back into the woods again one last time. This last time I am panicked grabbing onto my friend by the shoulders knowing I’m about to wake up, but there is something important I need her to remember. I shake her and look her in the eyes frantically saying remember Denny, remember Denny. I wake up, repeating remember Denny. I note the time it is.

The next day I contact my friend and tell her what happened, but noted she had awoken at the same time feeling panicked but not knowing why. I tell her the part about remembering Denny. To this day we have no idea what it meant if it was a person, a place, or a thing. I wondered if it was even an acronym for something, I still don’t know who or what Denny is, it haunts me. I know it was important. I am not even sure how to spell it. I know, chalk it up to a weird random dream but it gets weirder. At the house, I was living in at the time a neighbor had recently moved in. I had never spoken to him but my husband at the time ran into him while taking out the trash. This older gentleman stops him and says I saw the weirdest thing the other night, I saw a UFO just hovering right above your house the other night. I took pictures if you would like to see them. The night he is referring to happens to be the same night as this “dream.”. I never got to see the photos because I was uncomfortable going over there by myself and the spouse refused. Pretty crazy though that I lived so close to others and that was spotted by a neighbor who was apparently a night owl. Though I do wonder what his name was now that I think about it.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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