Halloween

Yes, i’m late with this post, but that’s because i was a lazy zombie on the day!

Zombie Halloween

Zombie Halloween

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Our area of the office won the best decorated award. I’m not sure who won best dressed but the dinosaur guy was in the top 5…

Halloween Dinosaur

Halloween Dinosaur

What did you dress up as for Halloween this year?

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I Survived Tuberculosis

Do you ever hear people telling you a story about tragedy, and you think to yourself, ”well, that’ll never happen to me…” I remember when my dad told me about his cousin drowning whilst white-water rafting, and i thought to myself, ”i’m a strong swimmer, if i were in that situation i’d be fine…” Well he was a strong swimmer too, and he died.  I think we all feel like Hercules, until we’re reminded how fragile we are.

Receiving the incorrect treatment for TB

Receiving the incorrect treatment for TB

Where do i start… wow…. 2015 was a very difficult year and i haven’t really spoken about it till now. My father was also sick, he had clots on his lungs, and then i was diagnosed with TB. This isn’t a rant (even if it seems that way in some parts) I really just want to create awareness about TB, just so anyone who needs to read this story knows they’re not alone, and it could possibly help diagnose people sooner if you know what questions to ask at the beginning of the whole process.

So lets start from the beginning shall we… I remember sitting in my car one day (2014), i was in the parking lot at my current employer at the time. I was texting my brother saying that i have this weird cough, but its just sitting in my throat, and i distinctly remember telling him that it’s not flu. It was just a niggling phlegm type cough, but it attacked my voice-box, because i’d always have to clear my throat before speaking to someone, as the phlegm would arrest my voice. It was very embarrassing and annoying having to constantly clear my throat all the time, i felt like people around me were starting to notice it happening more and more frequently. I think in about April 2014, i went to see my GP, explaining the cough to him. He told me i had asthma and gave me an inhaler (bronchodilator), but also sent me to get a chest x-ray. The x-ray was 100% clear.

I used this inhaler for a while, but the cough persisted (it hadn’t gotten worse at this stage yet). So, i decided to visit another GP down the road for a second opinion (July 2014). I remember the conversation i had with him. I simply told him, ”i’ve been coughing for months.” He sat back in his chair and looked up from my file and he repeated, ”for months?” So he told me to get an x-ray of my chest, and if there was any abnormality they’d ask for a sputum sample. The x-ray was 100% clear, and he told me i had asthma, and gave me two more inhalers.

October 2014: at this time i had been unemployed for about 4 months and my final exams were the following month. This is when the disease started getting worse (gradually at first). We had a fire braai/barbecue the one day, and the next day i felt like i could hardly breathe. I knew i was sensitive to smoke, as i’ve felt similar discomfort after being around my friends who smoke, but this was way worse. I returned to my original GP, and after looking in my throat his words were, ”wow, you’ve got a very nasty pharyngitis.” He gave me antibiotics to treat the infection – and this is exactly why the TB disease got exponentially worse from here. If you give someone the wrong antibiotics when they have TB, it just antagonises the disease and makes it more immune to treatment. So these incorrect antibiotics were basically feeding the TB and making it stronger within me (little did i know).

Fantastic, i wrote my final exams in November 2014 and i passed, woohoo! But wow, we arrived in December of 2014, and my brother had just left for a week-long holiday in New York. The coughing was just persistent, and exhausting. My stomach muscles ached, my heart rate was constantly over 100 bpm, and i’d be panting with fatigue wherever i walked, as though i had just completed a marathon, when i had only just gotten out of bed. I slumped my back against the kitchen wall, my mom was busy with something. I just started crying and i slid down the wall till i was sitting on the floor. My mom ran over to me and asked me what was wrong. I told her i just couldn’t breathe. It felt like i was slowly drowning. She lifted me and made me lie down in her bed, and told me that i was just tired and needed rest. I made a joke with her, telling her that i always get sick when my brother goes away, it must be some kind of separation anxiety or something.

Scratch test for allergies

Scratch test for allergies

My dad’s dad has emphysema from smoking, and my dad decided to book an appointment for me to see the same lung specialist that my grandfather was seeing. The appointment was for late January 2015. So the first thing the specialist did was this scratch test. They put different particles on a blade and scratch it into your skin (cat, pollen etc.) to see if you are allergic to any of those particles. If any of the scratches swell significantly in a 48 hour period, then you’re allergic to those particles. None of my scratches swelled… So we did a few more tests. Lung function tests. Every individual is given their own disposable mouth piece to clip onto the apparatus to do the test, but really i still question the hygiene of the equipment. I’d blow into the tube for a base reading, then they’d make me inhale one packet from the bronchodilator. This dilator had 60 packets inside it, so after i used it they just wiped the fixed mouth piece with a sanitary wipe so the next person could use it etc. until all the packets are used up… I’m pretty sure vapour from me sucking and blowing on that thing got trapped in the inhaler, now the poor person who sucked on it after me, wow are they in for a nasty surprise.

I had another x-ray at this time, yep you guessed it, it was 100% clear. So; the specialist also diagnosed me with asthma, gave me some inhalers and said they’d do the same tests in a month’s time to see if the inhalers improved the situation. Ok, so at this stage i’m starting to feel really silly about myself… It’s just asthma right, i can lead a normal life; so i decided to start gym again. I was walking on the treadmill for nearly two minutes and i felt like i wanted to collapse. I jumped off thinking i was having a heart attack or something, because collapsing after two minutes of walking is pretty pathetic by my normal fitness standards.

I started a new job in February 2015, and it was such a far drive everyday. The one time I was stuck in peak hour traffic, with the summer heat just baking down on me. My head fell against the window to the side and i started to close my eyes thinking, ”God, i feel like i’m dying, what is this…” When i returned to the specialist at the beginning of March, my situation had gotten worse. He booked me into hospital on the Thursday and started treating me with strong (incorrect) antibiotics, cortisone and two other pills i cant even remember. The nurses tried to put the drip in my left hand but it ripped out, there was literally blood everywhere, and i’m not the type of person to feel faint at the sight of blood, but with the other fatigue it made me squeamish. The blood continued to pulse out of me and i asked the nurse, ”um, are you going to fix that?” And she replied to me, ”yes dear, don’t worry its your blood.” I was totally flabbergasted. I wasn’t worried about it being mine or someone else’s blood – I damn well knew it was my blood; the point is i’m freaking bleeding out over here… Anyway, they fixed it, and my specialist said that they’d keep me over the weekend, and the weekend specialist would monitor me till he was back on Monday.

Getting Oxygen

Getting Oxygen

The chick in the bed next to me would make me smile and laugh. What a good soul. She had a hole in her heart and was waiting for a heart transplant; she also had epilepsy. My first two nights were ok, but Saturday night was horrific. When the nurses came round every few hours to check my stats, I heard the one whispering to the other the one time, ”why is her heard rate so high?” So of course i sat up when i heard them say that, and i saw them looking at the settings on the drip. My resting heart rate moved between 140-160 bpm every time they took my stats for the duration of my stay in hospital. That same night i went to the bathroom and i swear i saw my dead aunt sitting next to my bed. It was comforting, but i questioned my sanity a lot at this time.

The weekend specialist had come in to check up on me. I told him i had coughed up some phlegm and had it in the pill bottle in case he needed a sputum sample. He never took the sample, he said it wasn’t necessary. So i left it; feeling silly and paranoid. I was discharged Tuesday morning with a batch of pills to take. Over the next few weeks my body swelled. my face, my ankles, knees, just everything from the medication. I had the worst pains in my knees. It was like someone was scraping the underside of my kneecap with a blade. I couldn’t stand or walk. I cried the pain was so bad, i couldn’t sleep. I think it was gout or something from so much medication, but it was all the wrong medication. I was stuck in traffic on the highway and the knee pain started and i begged God not right now… please let me just get to work. It hurt so bad putting the clutch in and out. It was my graduation, and a friend called me while i was still in the car asking where i was. I told him i couldn’t get leave from work as i just started this job; so i missed my graduation – i wouldn’t have been able to sit through it with the pain anyhow.

Nebulizing at home

Nebulizing at home

April 2015: I was too afraid to fall asleep; i was afraid i might not wake up again. If i was asleep i’d just stop breathing; and i’d wake up the same way you’d surface from being underwater for a prolonged period; that giant gasp for air so badly needed. As i lay in bed that night, something terrifying happened. The grim reaper literally came up beside my bed, stooped so he was face to face with me and whispered, ”you’re gonna die…” then he just walked off and disappeared into black smoke, I shot out of bed with such a start, i forgot about the pain in my legs and collapsed as i tried to take my first few steps, my knees couldn’t support me. It was about another week before things got to the almost point-of-no-return. My heart rate remained in the hundreds. I just broke down crying, that feeling when you know it’s the end just hits you so damn hard. I would say i had just over a month left, and i’m not being dramatic. In that moment you just know… and everything is stripped away, the complexities of life just dissolve, and there is only simplicity, the core, and this calm from no where suddenly comes over you, and it’s actually quite beautiful, i can’t explain it, everything just makes sense in that moment – it’s just beautiful.

My dad rushed me to the hospital and a night specialist saw me, he said it was only a panic attack from the asthma restricting my breathing. That morning i was booked in for a CT scan. The results read, ”lower right lung damaged, possibly check for TB.” So it didn’t even show up on the CT scan… Guess what, i was finally asked to give a sputum sample, hooray! 2 GP’s and 3 specialists later, all with nothing to show for all their years of studying and experience… I was diagnosed with tuberculosis. Their excuse was that i was a white middle class girl and it didn’t make sense for me to have the disease. Wow, i really don’t think viruses and bacteria judge their host based on those arbitrary factors, but i guess they all felt pretty stupid and had nothing else to say for themselves.

You have to take pills for 6 months to kill TB, if you don’t do the proper course you could develop the drug resistant strain and you may die from it. I took 4 pills a day for the first 2 months, and then 2 pills a day for the remaining 4 months. The treatment itself was horrible too. My hair was falling out, it causes discolouration of all your fluids (eyes, urine etc. all get a weird orange/pink tinge), and many other side effects that i don’t care to relive at this time.

All i can say is that i am blessed, TB is the third deadliest infectious disease in the world. No one else in my immediate family got infected through me, and that is a true miracle, as my mom has epilepsy and she isn’t allowed to take any antibiotics. The bottom line is i had a misconception about the disease, i thought you had to be coughing up blood, or that it’d show up on an x-ray. I never coughed up blood, i never lost weight, it didn’t show on the x-rays or CT scan, but i did have TB. If you want to eliminate it and have closure, then ask for a sputum sample straight up. It can also attack your other organs, not just your lungs. Also, don’t let other ‘qualified’ people make you question your sanity, don’t let them make you believe that nothing serious is wrong or that you’re over-reacting. You know your body! And you’re not crazy!

I am happy that i almost died; i know that sounds crazy, but i have a way better perspective on the world and on life. I feel like those people who have had near-death experiences or have suffered through something end up being the nicest people in life, as the experience moves the unknown within you and everything becomes clearer, all wasted energy on petty trifles is instantly drained from you and it’s so refreshing. I can’t explain it, but it’s unique yet unmistakable; death is a lot like love – you’ll know when it’s found you.

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You found me…

Yes, I’ve been gone for 5 months, i didn’t mean to abandon you my Nerd Knights, but it was not in vain!!! I moved to a new country 5 months ago (now living in Sydney, Australia), and you’ll be proud to know that I’ve been doing my geek duty of catching Pokemon near the Opera House (among other things)…

Spider-Man

Spider-Man

I’ve hit up most the comic book and games shops already, and had my go at some arcade games, i was killing it with Terry Bogard!

Arcade killing

Arcade killing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My friend and i destroyed a dinosaur FPS too, high scores on a few things, and i won a plush Pikachu 😎

Winning smile...

Winning smile…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The geek culture and fandom following here is definitely way higher than it is in Africa, so it’s really awesome to finally find a like-minded community to roam with.

Batman

Batman

Yes yes, i touched it when they said i mustn’t… you would have done the same! Anyhow, you found me! And I promise i wont disappear again any time soon 🙂

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Fandom Guitar Designs

As if the fantasy and science fiction universes weren’t rocking enough on their own; these custom guitars are designed to incorporate some of our favorite fandoms!

Star Wars:

stw

Mad Max:

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Terminator:

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Zombies:

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Lego:

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Mario:

mar

Nintendo:

ni

Alien:

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Which fandom world would inspire your custom guitar? A Portal guitar could be interesting, every time you hit a chord a portal blasts open, boom! 😎

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There’s Little Faith in Humanity

So last week a hashtag was trending on Twitter: #GreetTheAliensIn5Words

Since we love all things sci-fi (aliens ❤ ), we decided to observe common themes among responses. You probably won’t be surprised, many Tweets painted Earth and humanity in a very negative light:

Reflecting on Failure of Humanity

Reflecting on Failure of Humanity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I understand that we’re not perfect, and we’ve probably failed more at most things than succeeded, but does this disappointment of humanity go deeper, or are these Tweets just spur of the moment jests? I think we need a clinical psychologist to get involved in this conversation, don’t be shy to jump in and add your thoughts… Also people felt that running away from Earth was necessary to find something/somewhere better:

Running Away to a Hopeful Better Place

Running Away to a Hopeful Better Place

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If we are collectively aware of humanity’s shortfalls, then why aren’t we discussing solutions, rather than just sharing our miseries? Is it because we feel that positive change is beyond our individual powers? Have we really reached a stage of hopelessness in our Earth’s history? Here are two Tweets which I thought where more optimistic/ legit that I could get behind:

Tweets That Made the Most Sense

Tweets That Made the Most Sense

How would you greet the aliens, and what is your take on the underlying emotions present in the majority of the responses, are you concerned or complacent when it comes to having faith in humanity?

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Follow My Body Transformation on Instagram

I was really ill for the majority of 2015; at one point I was totally bed-ridden and hospitalized with a deadly infectious disease (which I will dedicate a blog post to at a later time).

Arm Day

Basically I’ve been doing gym again for almost 2 months now. I’m fighting to reclaim my body now that I am cured of the disease. I am posting progressive pictures of my body’s transformation on Instagram (along with my art/ fandom stuff).

Ab Day

So if you’d like to follow me on my journey of getting my body back, you can get me on Instagram @drslater06 or: https://www.instagram.com/drslater06/

Pull Ups

Pull Ups

Let me know if you are also fighting an illness/accident so I can help you create awareness around it and garner community support. Fighting these battles could inspire others who are having similar struggles to overcome their affliction.

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Bstow

Do you ever find yourself saying, ‘I wish I could save the world?’ And suddenly you feel so small, because you feel that you don’t have the resources to accomplish such a feat… As humans I think we are all compelled to feel that we have a higher purpose, or that somehow we should be making a difference in the world. Everyday I tell myself to be the best version of me, to execute higher morals and virtues in the hope of brightening someone’s day.

Bstow

Bstow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Small acts of kindness (like complementing a stranger) are amazing, but perhaps we could be engaging in something more positively impactful? I connected with Jason Grad on Twitter, and he has built an app that truly allows individuals to reach their ‘hero’ potential. The app is called Bstow.

Donate that spare change with Bstow!

Donate that spare change with Bstow!

Bstow automatically rounds up your purchases to the nearest dollar, collects the spare change from that purchase, and sends it to a charity of your choice as a micro-donation. From the comfort of your phone, you will be able to change lives, contribute to communities and get behind causes you believe in – anywhere in the world!

Spare change from a night out with your mates? Donate it with Bstow!

Spare change from a night out with your mates? Donate it with Bstow!

Prior to the introduction of Bstow, I have donated money to the World Wildlife Fund (save the polar bears!!!), and to a non-profit planting trees in South American rain forests. Bstow will allow me to support the causes and charities I believe in, with greater frequency and convenience.  I don’t enjoy having lots of spare change weighing my wallet down anyhow – it’s just a nuisance in my life. However, my nuisance can become someone else’s treasure (i’m not using that spare change anyhow; it’s just collecting in my car – might as well put it to a good cause). Collectively, the spare change that the users of Bstow donate can have far-reaching positive outcomes globally. For more information on the app, you can visit BstowTell us which charity or causes you are keen to support?

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Star Wars at Madame Tussauds

If you are living in or around London you have to head over to Madame Tussauds, because they’re showcasing some awesome Star Wars scenes!

Star Wars Attack of the Clones

Star Wars Attack of the Clones

I went to London about 5 years ago, but they didn’t have the Star Wars section back then 😦

Star Wars Jabbas Palace

Star Wars Jabbas Palace

Overall there are 11 Star Wars scenes and 16 Star Wars characters  over a range of all 6 films to immerse you in this lovely sci-fi universe. The accuracy looks amazing.

Star Wars Han Shot First

Star Wars Han Shot First

Has anyone been to London’s Madame Tussauds recently to see the Star Wars scenes? Please share your pics!

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Shire Post Mint

Don at Shire Post Mint has given me permission to share a really cool post of theirs! Shire Post Mint is one of the authentic producers of the Faceless Man coin from Game of Thrones!

Coins in Orbit

Coins in Orbit

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some of Shire Post Mint’s autographed coins were sent into orbit. So if you want to own an item that combines science-fiction with fantasy; you need to get your hands on some of their coins. Read the full article here!

Faceless Man Coin

Faceless Man Coin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Their coins are highly detailed and made from traditional coin-making equipment. You can shop online for your collection here!

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My Night Time Dreams

Sometimes when I dream at night; it’s not a dream at all. It will feel as though I’m experiencing a very real moment. As soon as I realise that I may be dreaming; or that my current experience is outside the realm of what is acceptable ‘reality’; I usually wake up / become the normal sort of conscious.

Dream 1: 3D Wire-frame World

I must have just fallen asleep when this experience happened. I was in my bed; facing the wall. The more I stared at the wall the more it began to transform before me. The corner edge where the wall at the head of my bed met the wall along the length of my bed was no longer a seamlessly straight line. Irregular pockets along the walls started to recess; caverns started to form; jagged edges started to protrude. The architectural deformation of my bedroom occurred simultaneously with changes in my surrounding’s colours and lighting. Everything went dark green – almost grey. The topography of my bedroom’s raised and hollow surfaces was highlighted by a light-grey/green grid layered on top of the darker background. It was as though a 3D Cartesian Plane had been wallpapered throughout my bedroom. The wire-frame model that had become my surrounding world was not the strangest thing I experienced that evening. Three white-hot silhouetted figures were standing in the vacancy of the massively growing cavern in the corner of my room. I’m certain that the largest of the three figures was reaching out to me. At this point, I started to convince myself that this was not real – and that was not a good idea… The strain I experienced in trying to mentally fight off this ‘dream’ almost forced my body into a seizure (at least it felt that way). By the time I had ‘woken up’ and the view around me had normalised; I was already sitting upright in my bed, flailing my arms, punching at or swatting off something or someone who clearly wasn’t there (maybe they were there; just in a parallel dimension incomprehensible to us when awake). Maybe this is how the world really looks, and we humans just see a cosmetically beautiful world draped over these wire-frames.

white light figures

White Light figures reaching out to me

3D Wireframe World

3D Wireframe World

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream 2: I Am the Universe

Moving on… This one really gave me heart palpitations. I was lying on my stomach on my bed, facing away from the wall into the openness of my room. Again the view started to change dramatically. Everything had fallen away, there was no ‘ground’ – I was floating, consumed by darkness, surrounded by infinite Space. The dark, cold silence forced me to plank where I lay, using only my head to rotate my view. I saw planets, Nebulae and other matter in such crisp and beautiful detail. Either these objects or I was moving, because we were passing each other by (at times very quickly). I am sure I was stationary, only observing. How could I be alive in Space? I thought to myself, still breathing. A reply from an unseen genderless voice came from nowhere, ‘One day you will die, and this is what you will become. You belong to the Universe and one day you will return to it.’ That’s pretty much when the heart palpitations started. I woke up; again flailing my arms, trying to gain my balance and grip onto a fixed object (still thinking that I may be falling or drifting through Space). My eyes adjusted, and my bedroom seemed to be its normal self, but not trusting what I believed this dimension to be a delusion, my eyes darted back and forth from wall to wall with scrutiny – I knew this world was hiding the truth from me, just waiting for me to fall asleep again before revealing its authentic self.

I Am the Universe

I Am the Universe

Dream 3: The Universe Snaps Back

Never mind the Universe snapping back, when I experience this re-occurring dream, it feels as though my brain is collapsing on itself (obviously my mind is struggling to comprehend the magnitude and size of the Universe firstly, and secondly the unfolding scale of such a catastrophic event is equally incomprehensible to my human mind). So I’m in my bed, and somehow I end up visualising the Universe shrinking. Essentially I am the nucleus of the Universe, because it continues to shrink uniformly around me, with me being the end-point/core. It is like I have cast out a giant invisible fisherman’s net that starts pulling all matter toward me at an increasing rate. With this I see planets colliding, matter being obliterated, and nearer the end; the moon starts to fall from the sky and eventually gets violently compressed into the Earth. Pressure builds, and I cover my ears with my hands. In a foetal position I brace to be squashed like a poorly engineered Bathysphere under the weight of the deepest ocean. I wake up – freaking out as per usual. I sit up taking deep breaths to try and calm down. With this dream (and dream 4) I reluctantly get out of bed upon waking and sidle to my curtains. I open my curtains and peer out my window just to make sure that the sky looks ‘normal’. Although, whether the sky looked ‘normal’ or not, I’m not sure what difference it’d make, as I’m only human and wouldn’t be able to stop any apocalypse (it’ll probably just lead to me freaking out for my last five remaining minutes of life). I want to highlight; that akin to this dream (and dream 4), is a re-occurring dream of the sun exploding and engulfing us. It has a very similar unfolding and outcome so I wont go into it in detail.

Universe Collapsing

Universe Collapsing

Dream 4: Atom Bomb on the Horizon 

I’ll be lying in bed, and my curtains will literally be illuminated with an ominous orange glow. Naturally the light bothers me and sparks the negative kind of mystery/curiosity that prompts me to leave the warmth of my bed. Is there a wild fire or some rave party going on outside? I get to the curtains and hesitantly draw a narrow slit open. HELLO! SURPRISE! This is far worse than a wild fire (or a rave party 🙂 ). Flocks of agitated birds have been dispersed into the dimly lit sky. I wish I had the animal instinct of identifying all types of dangers, but all I am left with is paranoid thoughts. My windows start to shudder at the reverberation of a sinister force. I slowly back away from the glass. Instantly my concentration is pulled elsewhere, my eyes focus on movements beyond my window. High-reaching plumes of orange-hued ash tower over the horizon. My windows suddenly shatter with the force of a blast that knocks me painfully to my bedroom floor. I lay there staring at my nicked flesh. Shaking, sweating and paralysed with fear, I roll to face the opening where my glass window had once been. Rumbling. Roaring. Is that thunder? A volcanic eruption?  A pyroclastic flow starts to shroom in size, hungry to engulf everything in its path. The warm colours on the horizon grow in size and brightness, until I am forced to squeeze my eyes shut at the painful intrusion of light. The blistering tsunami of hot ash and gas rolls toward me, stripping life in its wake. As soon as its about to hit me, I wake up. I freak out. Then I actually go and check out my window to make sure our bordering parallel dimensions aren’t messing with me and hurting my feelings.

Atom Bomb on the Horizon

Atom Bomb on the Horizon

Dream 5: Seeing Dead People Returned to Their Former Glory

No, this dream is nothing like the movie The Sixth Sense. It is far less scary, yet still very ‘real’. Sometimes, when family members or identifiable celebrities in the world actually pass away, I may dream of them a little while after their passing. This dream does tie up to dream 2 above (the part about dying and what happens thereafter). Basically, any ailments you have in life will not accompany you after death. Also, you return to an age where you were at your prime/happiest (as decided by the individual themselves). This is because you belong to the Universe, and the Universe returns you to your former glory when your consciousness leaves your Earthly body. My grandmother had a disease that physically crippled her body. When I dreamed of her after she passed, she was young; walking fine and happy. My mom’s grandmother was in a beautiful garden; walking through it, young and at peace. I have never seen a movie where Christopher Lee was young, but I saw him in a dream where he was young, lush and laughing at someone’s conversation. I Googled him thereafter, and it was spot-on. I have had a lot of these dreams (too many to list here) and I have spoken to a few people who have had similar dreams.

I See Dead People

I See Dead People

Dream 6: Having / Hearing Full Memorable Conversations

Just because I hear voices doesn’t mean I’m crazy. Some of my best ideas/realisations/inspiration has come from a voice in the air. I was almost asleep the one evening, and I had been having an argument with the Almighty. I was rather upset. I was complaining and asking a lot of questions. Suddenly, when I was halfway between sleeping and awake, the voice replied to me. It gave me a business idea that was more than just a business; it was a solution to a huge global problem. I bolted upright in my bed looking for the source of this voice. I was alone in my bedroom. My heart was beating so fast (I was freaking out again), but eventually I looked up and thanked the mysterious voice for such a wonderful idea. I made a note of it on my phone so that when I awoke the next morning I’d be able to start working on it and expand it. This business is currently in its prototype stages.

Conversations With a Voice

Conversations With a Voice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream 7: Time Travel Lapse (Old Me Speaking to Young Me)

This is eerie with a bit of a cool twist. I was totally asleep by the time I started seeing this dream unfold. I was at my primary school (it looked the way it did when I was in primary school – it’s actually changed since then). I saw the young me standing there and talking to a circle of friends (whom I – older me –  didn’t recognise). Young me was laughing and happy, and eventually saw me (older me) staring at her. Younger me came to older me and said, ‘Wouldn’t it be great if we knew how all of this was going to turn out? If we knew exactly what the future had in store for us?’ I smiled at her and replied, ‘But we do know… It all ends with the third world war, started (and dominated) by the (nation/country will not be named here).’ Young me looked at older me shocked. I was smiling maniacally at her, because I knew more than she did. I woke up then (you guessed it – freaking out).

Time Travel Lapse

Time Travel Lapse

Dream 8: Making Physical Contact

I had fallen asleep on my right side, and i was halfway between sleeping and awake again. Somehow I sensed that there was a figure behind me (between the remainder of my mattress and the wall). So suddenly i lifted my left arm in an elbow-jabbing motion, and i made contact with someones face – i swear i hit them in the jaw, they were lying next to me in bed and their face was getting so close to my face when i hit them. The impact was so real it woke me up and i rolled over to see this person’s silhouette fading away. They were gone, but the tingling sensation in my elbow remained, which led me to believe the impact was real, someone had been there (from another dimension). I couldn’t have hit the wall with a mere elbow jab motion as i was still half a meter from the wall even after full jab extension. I immediately and humbly apologized to the universe for causing harm to anyone who was watching over me (I didn’t want them coming back for revenge or anything).

Elbow Jab

Elbow Jab

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream 9: The Grim Reaper Spoke To Me

I was so sick last year (2015), I don’t want to gripe, but it’s part of the story. I saw my GP in April/May 2014 for this phlegm cough I’d been having for some time. He gave me inhalers and said it was asthma (even though i’d never had asthma). In August 2014 I saw a different GP and he too gave me some inhalers and sent me for chest x-rays (they were clear). In December 2014 I collapsed when i couldn’t breath and my first GP said I had bad bronchitis and gave me anti-biotics. I booked to see a lung specialist in February 2015. He assured me it was asthma, even though my condition worsened after being hospitalized with all sorts of drugs for a week. It was March and I was back at home, feeling very much the opposite of Hercules. I fell asleep one night and in my dream I was in my bed awake. I saw this black fog of smoke swell at the floor by the window of my bedroom. The smoke at the floor created like a concealed portal or something, because straight up and out of this smoke rose a robed imperial figure (like a ring wraith). This guy is tall ok, like towering! I think he’d have to duck to fit through a door frame – he could probably fill out Darth Vader’s suit without hassle. His robe sleeves were slightly tattered i recall. For his size he was surprisingly majestic. He wafted over to me in the bed without noise and without any real effort of movement – I think he floated, he did’t even walk. I rolled over on my side to face him, but my eyes must have been at his knees or lower. So he bent over and tipped his head to the side so he was literally face to face with me (like maybe 5 cm from me). His face was masked, but not in the oh so traditional depiction of him. Even through the mesh of the mask I could feel his hot breath on my face, like steam creating vapor. His words were hissed in a neutral whisper, “you’re gonna die…” He had already turned back toward his pool of black fog, but before he reached it he had already also dissipated into black fog himself, before all the fog disappeared from the room entirely. Still in my dream; I saw myself bolt out of bed with fright and run to my parents room where I suddenly fell to the floor and saw myself die. My dad was holding my dead body on the floor, and i think it was heart failure or something. Then I actually woke up, sweating, trying to get my breath (since I was having trouble with oxygen due to this ‘asthma’). A month later I collapsed, and couldn’t breath (my dad rushed me to hospital), my resting heart rate was 140/150 for about a week. After a sputum sample and a lot of wasted time, I was finally diagnosed with tuberculosis. So even though seeing the Grim Reaper was a terrifying encounter, he can’t be that bad of a guy if he warned me about my own impending death. Maybe he was being arrogant in letting me know that he was coming for me, but it didn’t come off that way. His tone was pretty neutral, so I think he was doing the gentlemanly thing of warning me. So hey, maybe old Grim isn’t a villain, but really a misunderstood hero? He showed me the future, and in doing so saved my life (because after that I immediately sought another diagnosis for my illness, which proved to be the accurate identifier and proper treatment was thereafter able to commence, which healed me up 100%).

I Faced the Grim Reaper

I Faced the Grim Reaper

Dream 10: The Tree From Eden

During the day I had consulted a professional person’s advice about a moral dilemma I was in (it was nothing serious, just choosing to either lie or tell the truth about something which could affect the prosperity of my future). I wanted to tell the truth about the matter concerned, but the professional said I should lie, because the truth would cause more unnecessary problems for me and he didn’t see the point in it. Great, I was literally in two minds about the whole thing by the time I went to bed that evening. So, I fell asleep. I saw this lovely green well-manicured grass hill in my dream. Atop the hill there stood a lonely tree. So naturally I walked toward the tree… As I reached up into the branches of the tree to feel for an apple, this snake swooped down on me! It was hanging on the branch above me, but half of its body shot forward from the tree – toward me! Its fangs bared, as wide ajar as its jaw could be, it hissed maliciously at me only centimeters from my face. I actually remember throwing my head and neck uncomfortably back to avoid being bitten. Then the rest of my body followed suit and fumbled backward in avoidance. I woke up, kung-foo swatting around my face area – still believing I may be in danger. When I calmed down, I looked the dream up in a dream book. The book said, “someone in waking life is trying to steer you away from your morals…” Not bad hey? Needless to say, I decided to tell the truth when I finally got around to actioning the matter at hand the next day (I stuck to my moral, and I didn’t eat the apple).

Tree of Eden

Tree of Eden

Dream 11: I Know I’m Dreaming But I Don’t Wake Up Immediately 

I think I’ve mentioned lucid dreaming somewhere before in this article. It can be really terrifying, but also incredibly enlightening. In my dream I was walking in my backyard, and I noticed my neighbors house behind us was abandoned and pretty derelict – their bedroom walls inside and out seemed charred with black smoke. So I walked away from the boundary wall, and started toward my swimming pool. My mouth was dry, and the grass under my feet was like needles, sharp and painful. The grass was yellow/brown – a strange dead color for Summer. I scooped the thermometer out from the pool and the temperature on the gauge was 55 degrees Celsius! In the dream I said to myself then, “I must be dreaming”, knowing that if the water was that hot, that the actual temperature around me was far higher and I should have been dead. Strangely though, I just threw the thermometer back in the pool and carried on dreaming. I walked around the house and everything seemed weather-beaten or simply neglected over what must have been decades of time. There were pockets of beach sand around, but I live nowhere near the sea. Then I saw a group of “Mad Max” type people chasing weaker humans around down below my house in this beach sand. Boom! I woke up… A month later South Africa was experiencing one of the most severe droughts to strike the country. We’ve been going through water shortages, and there’s been food shortages in some regions due to crops failing in the drought. On Thursday the 7th of Jan I wet my sleeping shirt, wrung it out, put it in the freezer for 10 minutes and then put it back on before returning to bed – it was the hottest day recorded in Johannesburg and Pretoria history 40-42 degrees Celsius. I had a similar dream where my brother cashed in his shares at his company, and sure enough a week later he told me he had cashed in his company shares. My mom knew I had dreamt it a week earlier so we just looked at each other and smiled.

Post Apocalyptic Pool

Post Apocalyptic Pool

Seeing Things #1

When I was in hospital I saw a silhouetted lady sitting right up next to my bed (I was coming out of the bathroom). When I did a double-take to see who it was, she had vanished. I think it was my aunt (I see her often).

Seeing Things #2

I see the silhouette of a black cat walking around my house. Its always in the periphery and as soon as I try to look on it fully, it disappears. Sneaky phantom cat.

Maybe my brain is just over-active when I sleep. Do people have seizures in their sleep? Of course they do, I’ve read up on this. I’ve also read up on people having spikes in their neural activity whilst asleep.

So, basically I believe that when we are sleeping we are able to activate areas of our brain that are usually dormant – in doing this we are able to experience sensations/dimensions that are above /beneath our threshold of conscious perception. My conclusion is that these dreams may be real-feeling dreams, or real moments disguised as dreams, some I’m sure are warnings of the future. Have you ever experienced real night time dreams? Don’t be shy to share 😎

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