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freddiefan
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this rock legend died!!!!!!? If any of you know your musical history, guitarist Jimi Hendrix died from a pill overdose, then suggestively died choking on his own vomit. Well, last night, i saw (in my dream) the strangest things! it was as if i was following Jimi through the night he died. this is how it went...
It was 5:21pm, or something, and Jimi went to visit his current squeeze at the time, Monika Danneman. I was following Hendrix up an elevator, talking to him, but he never replied- then realizing that he couldnt hear nor see me. I followed him up to his girlfriend's flat, where Monika was standing there, waiting for him, opened the door, Jimi walked in and so did I. For some reason in my dream, i felt like i was suppose to follow him- but really, stalking's not my thing
the couple sat down, over a cup of sea and tuna sandwich. i just watched over their conversation but the woodstock concert he was gonna perform in the next three weeks, before he died that night. So, hours past and the dream felt so real that literally, it felt like the dream WAS going on for hours. I walked over to Jimi, and saw him open a can of pills, which i later found out they were sedatives. he took nine of those, and wandered off to the double bed- to sleep. As he lay there, looking very comfortable, i looked at the can of pills- half a tablet was the normal dosage, any more, would be a risky overdose. during this time, monika was taking a shower.
I sat at the same desk that jimi did, while taking the pills, and watched hesitantly, as monika innocently climb into bed (properly clothed in pyjamas). as minutes went by, i saw jimi tossing and turning, looking flushed and discomfortable. then i slowly saw him vomit- but not choking. he spilt a bit of vomit on his shirt, not much, but at this stage, the vomit was coming out of his mouth. i thought to myself, "aah- THIS is how he died. but suddenly, what i saw now was incredible...
monika woke up instantly after a couple of seconds after jimi felt sick, grabbed the pillow she was sleeping on, and shoved the pillow on jimi's face, making him suffocate! i then realized, "****! she's murdering him!" i ran to jimi's side and screamed, "oh god- no!!!!! stop!!!! stop- STOP!!!" she couldnt hear me. at this time, jimi stopped struggling to breathe, and collasped. He had died and i cried. Then to a shock, monika burst into tears after she realized what she had done! i could believe what i was seeing!
at this time, it was 5:30am in the morning and monika went out, and came back to the flat with cigarettes. without a worry, she casually called the parametics, who arrived at the flat within 5 mins, and they all looked distressed as they tried to revive jimi. But it was far too late. i cried and monika claimed to the parametics that he choked quietly on his own vomit while they were both asleep. i was choking with tears.
after the parametics and monika left the flat, i looked over jimi's body, still crying over the fact that so many people were going to be shocked. i looked again at his bed, expecting a body to be lying there, but he was gone! no where to be seen. i check the floor, could he be there? no. then i felt two hands on my shoulders as a turn around- it was him! "JImi!" i screeched! "you're ok!" then a healthy looking hendrix replied, "no, im not." he was dead, and i felt if he was still here, but not at the same time. "what happened?" i asked, confused. he sighed and said, "damn *****, please _______(my name) peop;le need to know what she has done- please help me!" i said, "but how? how can i prove she killed you- no one will believe me!" and he said, "dig me up- and the answers there." i looked confused. "why cant we catch danneman- she's guilty and deserves to be locked away!" "too late" he replied "she committed suicide in 1996." i said, "then what do i do?" i was completly stuck. "You know what to do. i know you'll do what's right, i'll know you'll tell someone who understands, and i KNOW you'll take care of me- your a wonderful girl."
then, we just stood there, staring at each other for a couple of seconds, then he faided, and i woke up crying. I don't know who to tell and what to do? is this normal? the dreams i do have often do come true. (eg. i see certain numbers in my dream which i see later on the net day, or something happens and it happens in reality, etc.and i believe this could be one of those.
Please help- does this happen to you? im trying to think why this happend and i remember the dream so clearly as if it really happened.
OH! AND BY THE WAY...I FORGOT TO MENTION...
He told me straight after he thought i was a wonderful girl that If someone were to dig up his grave, the prove of what really happened will be there.
It was 5:21pm, or something, and Jimi went to visit his current squeeze at the time, Monika Danneman. I was following Hendrix up an elevator, talking to him, but he never replied- then realizing that he couldnt hear nor see me. I followed him up to his girlfriend's flat, where Monika was standing there, waiting for him, opened the door, Jimi walked in and so did I. For some reason in my dream, i felt like i was suppose to follow him- but really, stalking's not my thing
the couple sat down, over a cup of sea and tuna sandwich. i just watched over their conversation but the woodstock concert he was gonna perform in the next three weeks, before he died that night. So, hours past and the dream felt so real that literally, it felt like the dream WAS going on for hours. I walked over to Jimi, and saw him open a can of pills, which i later found out they were sedatives. he took nine of those, and wandered off to the double bed- to sleep. As he lay there, looking very comfortable, i looked at the can of pills- half a tablet was the normal dosage, any more, would be a risky overdose. during this time, monika was taking a shower.
I sat at the same desk that jimi did, while taking the pills, and watched hesitantly, as monika innocently climb into bed (properly clothed in pyjamas). as minutes went by, i saw jimi tossing and turning, looking flushed and discomfortable. then i slowly saw him vomit- but not choking. he spilt a bit of vomit on his shirt, not much, but at this stage, the vomit was coming out of his mouth. i thought to myself, "aah- THIS is how he died. but suddenly, what i saw now was incredible...
monika woke up instantly after a couple of seconds after jimi felt sick, grabbed the pillow she was sleeping on, and shoved the pillow on jimi's face, making him suffocate! i then realized, "****! she's murdering him!" i ran to jimi's side and screamed, "oh god- no!!!!! stop!!!! stop- STOP!!!" she couldnt hear me. at this time, jimi stopped struggling to breathe, and collasped. He had died and i cried. Then to a shock, monika burst into tears after she realized what she had done! i could believe what i was seeing!
at this time, it was 5:30am in the morning and monika went out, and came back to the flat with cigarettes. without a worry, she casually called the parametics, who arrived at the flat within 5 mins, and they all looked distressed as they tried to revive jimi. But it was far too late. i cried and monika claimed to the parametics that he choked quietly on his own vomit while they were both asleep. i was choking with tears.
after the parametics and monika left the flat, i looked over jimi's body, still crying over the fact that so many people were going to be shocked. i looked again at his bed, expecting a body to be lying there, but he was gone! no where to be seen. i check the floor, could he be there? no. then i felt two hands on my shoulders as a turn around- it was him! "JImi!" i screeched! "you're ok!" then a healthy looking hendrix replied, "no, im not." he was dead, and i felt if he was still here, but not at the same time. "what happened?" i asked, confused. he sighed and said, "damn *****, please _______(my name) peop;le need to know what she has done- please help me!" i said, "but how? how can i prove she killed you- no one will believe me!" and he said, "dig me up- and the answers there." i looked confused. "why cant we catch danneman- she's guilty and deserves to be locked away!" "too late" he replied "she committed suicide in 1996." i said, "then what do i do?" i was completly stuck. "You know what to do. i know you'll do what's right, i'll know you'll tell someone who understands, and i KNOW you'll take care of me- your a wonderful girl."
then, we just stood there, staring at each other for a couple of seconds, then he faided, and i woke up crying. I don't know who to tell and what to do? is this normal? the dreams i do have often do come true. (eg. i see certain numbers in my dream which i see later on the net day, or something happens and it happens in reality, etc.and i believe this could be one of those.
Please help- does this happen to you? im trying to think why this happend and i remember the dream so clearly as if it really happened.
OH! AND BY THE WAY...I FORGOT TO MENTION...
He told me straight after he thought i was a wonderful girl that If someone were to dig up his grave, the prove of what really happened will be there.
