Morbid - Episode 649: Listener Tales 95: Sleepover Edition

Episode Date: February 27, 2025

Weirdos! Grab your sleepingbag, bags of snacks, and facemasks, and get ready for a slumber party! This month, we're giving you a fresh batch of listener tales brought TO you, BY you, FOR you, FROM you, and ALLLLL about you!Today we're talking dreams and astral projection! We have MULTIPLE prophetic dreams, lucid dreams, demons, and a BEAUTIFUL meetcute in a shared dreamscape that brings the entire pod lab to tears!Don't forget to check out the VIDEO from this episode available on YouTube on 2/27/2025!If you’ve got a listener tale please send it on over to [e-mail] with “Listener Tales” somewhere in the subject line- and if you share pictures- please let us know if we can share them with fellow weirdos! :)See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Hey weirdos, I'm Ash. And I'm Elena. And this is morbid Slumber Party Edition. This might be my favorite one. I think that should we just make these like slumber party themes because this is a plus. Fuego. I love pajamas. You know what we should do? Maybe we'll do this because dressing up is fun and I know you guys know what it seems and you like it. So maybe we'll do that. But up is fun and I know you guys love this. No it is and you like it. So maybe we'll do that but every few we do a slumber party.

A pajama party. Yeah. Yeah. Love. We'll figure out the cadence of that. Yeah. You know, you'll just get it. I don't know.

We'll just be in pajamas. It'll just be when we're feeling lazy like today. Yeah. But honestly, I'm in my era of matching pajama shit. Pajama shit. I'm in my era of matching paj pajamas sets. It makes you feel better going to sleep. It does. And then you wake up and you're like, I'm a goddess. Yeah. It makes you feel fancy. I actually these, um, I got when I was pregnant with the twins.

Did you really? Yeah. Wow. This is like, I know, which is wild. I think I would unbutton them. Yeah. And wear something under it and just be like, but they, they're so comfy. I love a silk. Yeah. I love a silk moment. I got to have silk, velvet or cotton. Hell yeah. Which pretty much covers all bases. I got to have a fabric. I need to in my pajamas. I need a fabric. That's what's pretty important to me. It's top of the list. So we tried to, or I tried to make these like slumber party themed or like dreams. I did some astral projections. I do believe there's a demon. That's an Ashkel coffee creation, if you will. Yeah. We don't, we don't pay for coffee anymore. I do. We pay in love. I was like, I actually feel like I do,

actually. I'm going through milk like it's insane. This is an Ashkel coffee creation. She brings me and Mikey every day. It's my cookie butter. My cookie butter creation that I found on TikTok. I gotta get the stuff to make the tiramisu one. Oh, fuck yeah, you do. You need to get like marscapone or something like that. I love tiramisu. I also need to get a little sifter for the for the cocoa on top. Oh, yeah, I'll work on it. Yeah, we'll get there. Maybe for the next listener tales. Yeah, next time I'll be sipping a tiramisu one. Yeah, bitch. But let's do this. Let's go. Let's go. All right. So my first listener tale is listener tales, the dream that forced my mom to seek an exorcism. I love things that force people to seek an exorcism. Me too. It's okay. It's kind of our

thing. Yeah. It says, Hey, morbid fan. My name is Lauren, but my family calls me Ren. Obsessed with that. What a cool nickname for Lauren. I know. I love that. I know. I don't think I've ever heard that for Lauren before, but I think more Lauren should do that. Yeah. At my sister Lauren. Let's start calling you Ren. Start calling you that. Call her Lo. But I'm an English education major working in a medical coding department to put myself through college. And ever since my mom introduced me to you guys a handful of years ago, your podcast keeps me company during long hours at work while staring at a screen doing customer service, wishing to scoop my eyeballs out, and while doing schoolwork.

We've all been there. Do you ever still, I mean, you have a lot of deadlines that you have to follow still. It'll be like eight o'clock on a Sunday night and I'll be like, oh fuck, I have to do my homework. And then I'm like, I don't have homework. I feel like I don't have to do that. Does that ever happen to you? It happens to me all the time, but usually it's like, oh fuck, I actually have to.

Yeah, I have a lot of deadlines. Yeah, I don't work on a lot of deadlines. Yeah. I'm kind of against deadlines. You are against deadlines. Yes. I don't think we're meant for that. Can't confirm.

We're not meant for that. It's like that Gabby Windy sound I was showing Elena the other day. I'm obsessed with Gabby. I think she's my religion. Oh, when I heard that sound, I said, is that Ash though? She was like, don't call me after three o'clock to have a creative call. Send me an email. I would rather gouge my eyes out with some dull chopsticks. And I said, is that Ash? The more and more I see her on traitors, I'm like,

are we like, were we separated at birth? Perhaps. Maybe. Well, anyways, I truly feel like I'm hanging out with friends and it makes everything more bearable. I've even gotten my fiance into it and he now requests to listen to the girls while we cook together. That's such a classic thing. It's frequent. Yeah. That like you get your husband or significant other into the show and they refer to us as the girls. I kind of love it. Yeah. And they listen while they cook together. Oh, I really love that. No, cute. I hope you guys enjoy reading and if it makes it on the show, I will ship my dick as my fiance likes to say. I went through a period of saying ship my

dick. Yeah. So your fiance rules. Yeah. So do you. Well, please find enclosed a 14 point double spaced put a foot for you. you would pleasure. I love it. Let's go. Okay. So this is the dream that forced my mom to seek an exorcism. I love it. And the time she visited my dreams.

Star, star, sparkle. As I mentioned earlier, my mom is actually the person who introduced me to you guys a few years ago. Shout out to your mom. We shared a deep love of true crime and spooky podcasts. We love to discuss whatever episodes we've been listening to and listen to them together in the car or weekend mornings cleaning the house. She was a cool mom, no doubt. Unfortunately, she passed away earlier this fall,

four days after her 49th birthday, after a two year battle with an extremely aggressive form of bone cancer. I'm sorry. As a side note, my childhood best friend and my mom's honorary additional daughter is a mortician and a funeral director and a fellow morbid listener. Oh, I'm sorry. As a side note, my childhood best friend and my mom's honorary additional daughter is a mortician and a funeral director and a fellow morbid listener. Bitch. Bad motherfucking ass. And she handled everything with my mom in our service because she's a freaking badass. She is. And an amazing friend to boot. Danielle, if you're listening, I love you. And I love you too. I love you, Danielle. So I had the opportunity to go hang out with her and get my mom ready. We wanted to play an episode of your show and chat while I painted her nails and

such. One last little girl stay all together. Oh my god that just sent chills like right through my body. Holy shit. I wanted to thank you guys for your roundabout involvement in that and creating a show that creates a venue to foster connections like that. Thank you for telling us that. That like, that really made my week. Yeah, that's just, I'm like, shit. Like we just make, we just like do the show and like it's fun and you know, like it's something that we love doing together but we don't always think about how it reaches other people.

Yeah, and to hear it is like really shocking and humbling and awesome and we're very grateful for you. Yeah and to hear it is like really shocking and humbling and awesome and we're very grateful for you. Yeah thank you. Damn that was really cool to hear. It's really cool. Thank you. Anywho I digress. I've always been shall we say sensitive and surrounded by spooky things. If y'all want I'll write in someday and tell you about my experience working in a haunted old ass restaurant for years. Yes please. My mom was not skeptical per se, but definitely didn't enjoy the creep factor that I did, so she forcibly brushed things off and forbid discussing anything paranormal. If you ignore it, it's not happening. Let

her for that, LMAO. That being said, I believe my sensitivity came from her and her side of the family. Indigenous hippies from Oregon for the win. Hell yeah. Hell yeah. We just had two different reactions to it, and this story may be part of why lol. When my mom was in high school, approximately circa 1990, she had a very intense dream one night that she was in her choir class and their teacher came in and told them he had cancer and would be resigning from teaching and shortly thereafter passed away. I don't remember exactly what it was but she said she remembered something specific that struck her about like what it was, but she said she remembered something specific that struck her about what he was wearing in the dream for whatever reason. I feel like it was his shoes,

but don't quote me on that. She tells her mom a development a night, which if you are not familiar is like Amish light. It really is. Amish light. And she told her mom in passing about the odd dream. The next day she gets to class and this man walks in and like a bad case of deja vu, he's wearing what he had been in the dream and proceeds to tell them exactly what he had told them in the dream." Oh, that'd be fucking weird. That would, because already you're like trying to process, oh my gosh, like he's telling me this awful thing and it sounds like this is like a very beloved teacher. And then you're like, why did I know that? Yeah did my brain know that was going to happen?

That happened in a very small, like not like this, but the other day when somebody came here and something happened, like, so somebody came here and they went to sit in the wrong seat to record. And I had had a dream the night before that that was going to happen. And I was like, so when it happened, I was like, that was weird. Like I've never had that like on the nose prediction in a dream and like very inconsequential, but like strange. I once had a dream that somebody I was really close with in high school and it was like right after high school, like something happened and like there was a house fire where they lived and I woke up to the news that there was a house fire. Yeah, see, that's weird.

And like luckily everybody was okay, but I had dreamt it the night before and I remember that feeling of just being like, why did I know that was going to happen? Yeah. And I've never had anything like that crazy happen, but we have things like that that will happen. And it comes from Ma. Yeah, it definitely does come from my mom. Relatable. Yeah.

Well, my mom understandably freaks the fuck out and can't decide if she has superpowers or what the fuck is going on. So what does she do? Like any reasonable high school girl, she thinks she's developed the ability to see the future and predict deaths. So she goes and tells her mom.

My grandmother, bless her heart, is a staunchly conservative woman, so her reaction, of course, was to call the church in and legitimately the year of our Lord, 1991, in a rural Midwestern town and being distinctly not Catholic, attempt them to get to exercise my poor mother. She only succeeded in traumatizing her a little bit. No actual exorcism was performed, but she did have to speak to the deacon or some other religious higher-ups, I believe, to make sure that she wasn't possessed by the devil himself TM. TM. I love how you wrote it. TM. The devil himself TM. When it was determined that she was not in fact in cahoots with the man down

under, this was dropped like nothing had ever happened in true Mennonite fashion and never spoken of again. So in hindsight, I don't blame my mom for attempting to pointedly ignore anything spiritual. The threat of an exorcism has to leave a bad taste in your mouth. I mean, religious trauma is real. That's like, that's top of the list. Now, this second part is my story, but it does connect as it involves my mother and dreams. For context, I was not with my mother when she passed away. My fiance and I were driving to be there and were about three hours away at the time. This led to a few weeks of intense dreams and nightmares regarding her death, which

my therapist informed me were totally normal as my subconscious sought closure, however unpleasant, and that they would resolve in time. Thanks bro, very helpful. Just kidding. We love him. Just when I was about at my breaking point with this, I had the dream. It started like lots of others. I was standing in my childhood living room and my mom was there, looking as she did the last time I saw her and in her wheelchair, even what she was wearing the last day I saw her a few days before her death. I remember thinking, here we go with this bullshit again, which is odd in and of itself, as I'm not prone to lucid dreams at all. Then I heard something behind me and I turned around and there was my mom. Only

it was actually her, slightly younger as I remember her from before cancer took her leg, her hair and her vitality. She was beautiful and whole and I don't know how to describe it beyond her being so much more real and vibrant than the room even around us. That was my mom, guys. She looked at me and didn't say a word, but there was this silent understanding that I was real and she was real and the dream realm around us wasn't, but it was just the venue where we had to meet in at this time. I literally have those problems. I can't stop them. She didn't say a word the whole time, just held me on our couch just as she did when I was a kid until I fell asleep and woke up in the real world.

The nightmare stopped right then and there. I got the closure I was seeking. I don't know firmly what I believe about what happens when we shuffle off this mortal coil, but I know wholeheartedly that my mama is whole and healthy and still around in her own way and that she came to be my mama bear just like she always does." I love that. Oh my god. I love that so much. The fact that she like just snuggled you like I'm gonna cry I can't even. Yeah and after you were having like these awful dreams it's weird that I read this one when I did because I went to see Long Island medium Teresa Caputo last week and the hair herself. Oh my god the hair I'm obsessed with that queen but she said that there was like a few people that she read in the

audience who weren't able to be there when their loved one passed away and she says where you're not supposed to if you're if you're not there when it happens it's for a reason you are because you were not supposed your soul wasn't meant to experience that. And the person like doesn't didn't want you to. They didn't want to like put that on you. Yeah. That's so comforting. It is people who couldn't be there. Yeah, that's like a massive thing. Wait. Yeah. Yeah. Damn. I just thought that was interesting that she said that. And then we Yeah, that is interesting. Yeah. I love that story. I love that you had like the closure that you needed. Yeah. And I love that you called being met at night Amish life. I'm obsessed with that. I'm literally obsessed with that. And the devil himself, TM. That's my favorite. I'm going to use that. Let's see. I'm going to do

listener tales, lucid dreams and diamonds. Diamonds. Diamonds. Let me bring her up. Oh, we got two. This is a twofer. Oh, this is a twofer. Should we start? Let's start with lucid dreams. Yeah, let's do that. All right. So let's see. Hello from the land down under, well, the land under the land down under. You almost got me there. Or New Zealand, our Tararoa. I did it. For clarity, thank you so much for that phonetic spelling. My name is Caitlin, feel free to use it there, our multitude of us there, and even more ways of spelling it. I have ADHD and I am a Virgo, a dichotomy I am well aware makes for a sporadic and tumultuous relationship. So please bear with me as I first gush over how much I love you guys.

I love you. We love you. I first came across you ghoulies whilst my friend, Kweeva. Oh, I like that. Isn't that a pretty name? The way that's spelled, it's C-A-O-I-M-H-E, but pronounced Kweeva. It's like Siobhan, how that's spelled like... Siobhan. Siobhan.

Yeah, I love that. Very pretty. So Cui-va and I were sharing back and forth different True Crime podcasts. Cui-va put you on my radar and I've never looked back. Cui-va, Cui-va, Cui-va. You made my job at the time, data entry, not only bearable, but something I can look forward to as I got to hang out with your banter and listen to whatever ghastly tale you had prepared for the day. Ash, I too have many souls. My accent will change randomly while I'm speaking." I love that about both of you.

Thank you. Most often, I will claim the accent of the person I am talking to and have to stop mid-sentence to apologize and proclaim, I promise I'm not mocking you, I've just stolen your accent. That has happened to me before. I love that. Apparently, as is the side effect of ADHD, masking, masking. I feel that. But that doesn't explain why I randomly go Irish, English, or Russian with no prompting when I've had a few to drink. I like that. It's the souls.

Alaina, I loved The Butcher and The Wren. Thank you. And from one aspiring author to another, you are beyond amazing for finishing one hell of a book. Thank you so much. Now two. Yeah, hell yeah. It was gripping and spooky in all the right ways. Please find attached a size 12 double-spaced podipha of my spooky experience with astral projection and a diamond. In the time I asked the forbidden question while streaming. Yes, I did that. I missed the first intake of it, listener tales, because I typed everything out in my phone notes, then forgot to format and email

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This one is creepy as fuck. Let's go. I did the thing. I was dreaming and I knew I was dreaming because since I was five, most of my dreams have been lucid. By the way, sorry about my voice if it sounds a little off. No, I love your sick voice.

It's a sick voice. I'm struggling with it, but I've been drinking tea. I envy your sick voice because you sound like Lilo. I sound like some scary old lady who's like... I love that too though. I sound like Chandler Bang's manager. Hell yeah. No, Joey's. I just started too though. I sound like Chandler bangs manager. Hell. Yeah, no Joey's I just started watching friends I dig that So I was watching this woman standing in the sunlight. She was dancing

I suddenly remembered I needed to ask her the date and time so I blurted out Hey, do you know the date and time her serene face shifted abruptly and she stopped dancing The sunlight seemed to lose its shine and the woman began yelling and sprinting towards me. You bitch, why would you ask that? I was afraid, so I did the thing I usually do to wake up and counted to five. This time, however, instead of waking up, I shifted into another dream. In this dream, I was wandering up and down bright white stair classes. Stair classes. I realized that as I was, you can probably see my, I'm like stair classes.

That's not what that says. No. You wrote staircases. I said stair classes. Bright white staircases reminiscent of the topsy turvy ones from the final scene in the labyrinth, a la David Bowie. So you were meant to read this one. I was.

I wasn't alone here either. There were people dressed completely in white, continuously traveling up and down the stairs. Their faces were blank with emotion, and as I'm typing, I can't recall their exact features. However, I was outnumbered 100 to 1. I have had many a weird dream in my life, but this is the first time I've been dropped into a dream that didn't have at least a point of familiarity. I was curious as to where these staircases would lead, so I assimilated myself into marching up and down the stairs, good for you, only to find myself on a staircase above more marching people dressed in white. There didn't

seem to be an end to the stairs and I realized I must be stuck in a loop of sorts. It occurred to me that maybe this was my punishment for asking what the date and time was. That's terrifying. That's terrifying. I hate that. That's really scary. So in typical me fashion, I decided, fuck this. I stopped in my tracks, turned around, looked at the blank faces of the matching pedestrians dressed in white and shouted, hey, what's the date and time? It was like a shock had gone through the crowd. The steady sound of marching ceased immediately. Oh, and just like the woman from before, the people dressed in white stopped dead in their tracks. 100 unrecognizable faces shot their eyes to me, faces contorting in rage. They opened their mouths and where the normal parts of the mouth should be, aka teeth, tongue,

darkness of a throat, was a bright, dark blue light and they were screaming. I don't like that. Can I interject and be absolutely off topic, but like kind of on topic? Well, she said like where the mouth should be. Have you ever seen the inside of a penguin's mouth? Oh, it's scary. I found this out last night for the very first time ever.

It's a situation. It's just teeth upon teeth upon teeth upon teeth and they're all like teeth on teeth on teeth and they're jagged. Yeah. I saw this video of this girl like being scared to pass by a penguin that she like met on the beach and I was like why is she scared? It's a fucking penguin. Because of that mouth. And somebody commented that. Yeah someone said what that mouth do. Pretty much. And she said I don't want to know. Like why? Yeah. Why? Because they're too cute on the outside. Well, probably fish bones too. Yeah. And they got to

crush that fish as it goes. Yeah. But they need like lots of teeth. If you don't know what the inside of a penguin's mouth looks like, please look it up. Anyways, back to these mouths. Google it. What did these mouths do? They didn't rush me this time, but the sound was deafening. This time, before I could try to wake up, I dream shifted again. And this time I was sitting at a desk opposite a man who kind of looked like a relatively famous actor. I'm having trouble remembering the name of, insert name here if I remember, Steve Valentine. I don't know who that is. I'm going to look it up. I know. I need to know now. Let's find out. Worked it out after about a day of trying. I love that. Steve Valentine?

Yeah, Steve Valentine. He's a British American actor. I feel like he, that makes sense that he would come into your dream. Oh, okay. He just looks like somebody that would come into your dream. Yeah, he's just like, hey.

Can we get a close up on Steve Valentine in the house? Can we get a close up? He's got great teeth. He does. What that mouth do? Thumb up though. He's got gray teeth. He does. What that mouth do? Sum up though. He's got mysteries in there. Yeah, especially with his mustache.

Yeah, you know, with his mustache. Oh, I tried to open Instagram about him. His mustache makes it very mysterious. So as he was talking to me, it seemed like he was in the mid-sentence and was explaining something to me. It was like I had blacked out and was coming into the middle of a discussion. I was missing a piece of the conversation and came to his words, and that's why it's important not to ask the question. And this is in a quote, now you have two options, either

you can have your normal dreams back and never ask the question again, or you can continue to ask the question but never have control over your dreams again. At the time, the choice was obvious. I occasionally have night terrors. So the ability to control my dreams is a necessary component of me acquiring a peaceful night's sleep. Yeah. I picked to never ask the question again while streaming. And then I woke up in my bed in a cold sweat with a searing headache.

I pinched myself to make sure I was actually awake and thought about writing all this down in case I forgot in the morning. However, I decided the headache was bad enough that I didn't want to look at my phone screen. I lay there for a while contemplating what I could remember of what the man had said, quote, and that's why you can't ask the question. Don't tell anyone about what I have shared. Either you can have your dreams back or go back to the white staircases. I had to actively stop my brain from wanting to ask the question again after I fell asleep. But upon managing to keep the inquisitive side quiet, I had a normal dream of fighting zombies alongside friends that I haven't seen in a while. Hey, awesome. I should really hit them up and see how they are. Anyway, that's my experience of asking

the dreaded question of what is the date and time while streaming. It was your podcast that gave me the idea to do so. And even though it was comparatively harrowing experience, it was certainly interesting to see how my dreams reacted to it. I now have a migraine, so I'm a sign off. Yours cautiously, Kat. Kat, that's terrifying. I've done that. And I had a similar experience where everyone was so mad at me. Yeah. And then it shifted me out of that dream and into another one.

I, I read these yesterday. And so last night when I was falling asleep, I was like, I kind of want to try it, but I don't, I can't always lucid dream. Like sometimes I just fall asleep and it happens. And other times I can't. Yeah. I haven't been able to super control my lucid dreaming when it happens. I want to. I want to. I just bought a bunch of books about lucid dreaming. Yeah. So maybe you'll figure it out. I want to. I want to. Jinx. I just bought a bunch of books about lucid dreaming.

Yeah. So maybe you'll figure it out. We're gonna get on it. I'm taking this witchy class and like the second part of it they talk about like astral projecting and I'm sure lucid dreaming will come up there. Yeah. That's interesting.

Yeah. I like that. I'm a little bit scared though. I don't think your dreams are just dreams personally. Probably not. No. I thought't think your dreams are just dreams personally. Probably not. No. I thought it was weird that it worked. I'm not usually one that like,

I like to prove things wrong. Yeah. That's kind of my thing. Yeah. And so I, when we had read those first ones about asking the date and time, I was like, okay. I don't know. Like I'm gonna try this.

And I was like, when I tried it, I was shocked, okay, I don't know. I'm gonna try this. And I was like, when I tried it, I was shocked at the response and the feeling and the dream that I had. I feel like our dreams are almost like a higher conscious, but like, we haven't totally figured out how to figure it all out. What it all means. Yeah, I sounded really high there.

We haven't figured out how to figure it all out, man. You know? Yeah. Someday we'll figure out how to figure it out. Let's figure it out. Let's do that. Let's do it together. Yeah. So let's talk about demons. Demons. Demons. I don't want to do that because I'll cough. Careful. I want to start this off by saying I've always been sensitive. I love how many sensitive listeners we have. I know. We have a lot of those. It makes sense. I can walk into a crowded room and tell if something is off. Same.

When I was a kid, I had active conversations with shadows and was able to know if something bad was going to happen. I was obsessed with the supernatural and devoured literally anything remotely on the topic of ghosts, species, and magic. Oh, I know. I can't do that. I also had a bad case of the night terrors, me too, and slept with the light on constantly because although little me likes to think she didn't have the word fear in her vocabulary, she was actually a fearful little bean that couldn't get a full night's sleep to save her life. I was the same. As I grew older, I learned how to combat

the bad dreams by waking myself up by counting to five. I have to pinch myself or move my fingers. I would often lay awake watching the shadows on my ceiling morph into various demonic shapes. This was after I had been shamed and sleeping with the light off because I was, quote, a big girl now. Side note, fuck you. The night is dark and full of terrors and I'll sleep with the light on if I want to. There's demons in the closet and a tentacle monster with a lion's head at its center that has claws inside of its suckers under my bed that will grab me if I don't jump onto the bed from the doorway after I switch off the light switch.

So I'll be sleeping with the light on, thank you. 100%, and I agree with you, fuck that shit, I'm a big girl now, shit, I will never say that to my kids. No. Because I am 39 years old. I have to sleep with the TV on. And I still need the TV on because of the light and like light murmuring sound that blows me into sleep.

Same. I also have this weird thing and I don't know what this is, but I have a nightlight in my bathroom and it like, um, flashes like through the colors of the rainbow. Oh yeah. And if I go into my bathroom at night, I won't step foot in the bathroom if it's on red, and while I'm in there, if it flashes red, I close my eyes until it goes to the next color. Wow. I don't know. I like that. It freaks me out.

I mean, hey, you gotta go with your gut. It's a weird thing. When you think something's weird, you gotta go with it. Yeah, yeah. No, I feel that. The girls have, like my kids have this constellation light that's like the Northern lights with like stars.

It's so pretty. And it is every night, it has to stay on. And when I go up to bed after they've gone to bed, I go into the room just to like check on them. It's just like a habit. I have to do it. And then I always turn it off and turn it back on so that it won't cycle through and shut off in the middle of the night because they will wake up and be like, ah, yup. So it's just like a habit now. And I don't care how old they are when they use it. They have one at my house and I'm always tempted to bring it into my room when they're not there.

I'm like, I should just like take that. It's soothing as hell. It is. I would use it. Yeah. But John doesn't like light. This is his actually. Cause he does not like light.

Yeah, I know. It's a tough, I would have to pick between the TV and that I think. Yeah, that's the thing. I need, I'm not a like bright light people person at night. So like, I can handle certain TV shows, but they have to be like calm as well. Yeah, we differ there. We found that out the other day. I fall asleep to Bravo. Yeah, I can do that. So it's just like women screaming at each other. Yeah, I can't do that. But I have it on like a low level. Office and parks and rec, because it's pretty low key. Yeah, yeah, makes sense.

You know? Anyway, this story takes place much more recently than I would have liked it to have taken place. This story begins with a mirror. Now this mirror isn't the small, spooky mirror from a horror movie with a gilded frame. This mirror is the size of fucking wall and resides in the bathroom I share with my partner and one of my flatmates. On this night, I was standing in front of

the mirror on the damp tiled floor. I think I had gone to the bathroom half asleep and came to consciousness while washing my hands. Though the taps were turned off and my hands weren't wet, I was staring at my reflection, or at least where my reflection should have been. In the mirror, I could see the doubles of everything in the bathroom. I could see the shower, whose grout refuses to appear clean no matter how much bleach we scrub into it. Oh, God, it's so hard. Right? The porcelain bath and the ever dramatic peace lily wilting in the corner, even though I had watered it earlier that day. Lilies are tough.

Lilies are tough. I could even see the light in the hallway streaming in through the open door. But do you know what I couldn't see? Me. I was standing in the bathroom looking at a mirror that takes up the entire wall and my body was absent from its surface. How fucked is that? I can't even picture that.

Fucked is that? I looked over my shoulder to check that everything in the mirror was present in real life. That is when the dread set in. Cold fear tore its way through my core. It's icy tendrils clawing at my very being. You're an aspiring writer. Write the book." I know, the way you write is really, really, really good. Write it. Because you can see everything.

Yes, write it. The way you write, it's so easy to visualize what you're talking about. Caitlin, write it. Caitlin, Kat, write the book. Write the book. Write it. All at once, I was aware of the presence behind me. Something was staring at me behind my back, Write it. Kaitlin, Kat. Kat. Write the book. Write the book. Write it.

All at once I was aware of the presence behind me. Something was staring at me behind my back, watching me through the mirror. Sweat began to glisten my skin. My stomach flipped and I was frozen. Everything in me was screaming, don't turn around, don't turn around, don't turn around. And do you know what my dumb ass did? Turned around. I turned a fucking round.

And suddenly I found I was back in my bed, drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily. My partner soundly asleep beside me in a shadow with two long arms that ended in talons standing in the corner of our room. I went to move but found my body bound by sleep paralysis. Oh God. I don't know if you've ever experienced sleep paralysis, but it is one of the most awful experiences. I experienced it recently after a long bout of not experiencing it. And it was, it was when I heard the kids screaming.

Oh yeah. I forgot you said that. It like fucked me up for like two nights. I couldn't sleep after that. Cause what happened was I found, I was, I woke up to hearing all three of my children in their room screaming my name and not actually. And it was, it wasn't real, but in it, I was looking at my room, I was hearing their voices, I could see in the hallway and I went to get up and I couldn't get up. And then I went to

yell to John to get up and go get them, but I couldn't yell. And I was just laying in my bed, paralyzed, unable to scream, hearing my children screaming for me. And finally, I was able to do the thing where I was able to pinch the side of my leg and move my fingers. And I sat up and I was like, so I couldn't hear them anymore, but I darted into their room. All three of them are fast asleep. Completely asleep. Fast asleep. Everything was fine. John was asleep and like everything was normal. I could not go back to sleep that night. I sat up like feeling sick. Yeah, not. I hate it was awful. I've had dreams. Oh, like not on that level, but I've had dreams similar to that where I've had to like sit up and just like, like fall asleep naturally take a moment to like, but that one fucked me up. I could not get back. And even the next night, I couldn't fall asleep. Yeah, that would shake me. It fucked me up. I've only had sleep paralysis like once,

and it was in a car when I was little. And I was having this like wicked scary dream. And I remember like opening my eyes, but not being able to move at all. But like seeing like the cars pass. Yeah, it was weird. It's scary. And when it happens in your bed, oftentimes you see things in the room with you that you can't move away from, and they're coming towards you. And while it's happening, you're sitting there being like, oh my God, this is real. There's something in my room and I can't move. It's this weird thing your brain does. It's very weird.

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It's one of the most awful experiences, I agree. Your mind is fully awake, but your body isn't aware that you are and is frozen. You feel trapped in the useless sack of meat that is your body. Your very being is claustrophobic as it is being reduced to dead weight. The only thing I know that can counteract this paralysis is to go kill Bill on the situation, wiggle your big toe, or in my case, move your pinky finger. I have to move my fingers.

While still seeing the terrifying visage that is the fucking Baba Yaga in the corner of the room. I channeled everything into moving the seemingly useless appendage. After a moment that felt like an eternity, my pinky finger moved, breaking the spell of paralysis. I bolted to turn on the bedside table light, telling the demon to fuck off as it wasn't welcome here. As soon as the light turned on, the shadowy shape disappeared. I sat up on my bed, legs to my chest, blanket clutched

tightly to my chin, breathing as slowly as I could muster, trying to calm myself down. My partner woke up at this point due to the commotion. He told me it was okay and to go back to sleep. I turned the light off, but I couldn't shake the seeping terror. I ended up getting out of bed, going downstairs to the kitchen and grabbing the salt. I did a rough cleansing, and once back in bed, I messaged my witchy friends and told them everything that had happened. After chatting with them for a while, I had calmed down enough to attempt to go back to sleep.

Now, wouldn't it be great if the story ended there? It would. But unfortunately, there ain't no rest for the wicked. Oh no. As soon as I would settle down, the dread would creep its way back in. I could feel something watching me. When I did finally get some sleep, my dreams were a wash of nightmares that I don't fully remember. What I do remember is a voice of many whispers searching for a book. A book had gone missing or had been stolen. I don't know, but I remember vividly that that's what the entity was searching

for. According to my partner, I woke up multiple times telling the darkness to go away or you're not welcome. He also claimed I had been tapping on his head to wake him up, but later realized I couldn't have been tapping him as I was facing the opposite direction. Ooh. Fuck a whole bunch of that. Fuck that. That day at work, I felt out of it. Like I wasn't fully connected to my body. I was present, but going about my duties was excruciatingly difficult.

I was ridiculously clumsy and found myself walking into door frames and tripping over my own feet. You were experiencing life as me. Yep. I ended up calling my witchy friend and she told me to come over. We all need as many witchy friends as we can possibly get. It's true. We have a great amount of witchy friends. We have wonderful witchy friends all need as many witchy friends as we can possibly get. It's true.

We have a great amount of witchy friends. We have wonderful witchy friends. I love our witchy friends. It's true. Love you. Hearts. She came to the conclusion that I had been astral projecting in my sleep and my spirit wasn't fully back in my body.

That, it's like, where were you? And where are you? In limbo. Like that's scary. Where are you? Where are you? Soul. Soul. Like that's scary. Where are you? Where are you? Soul. Soul.

We did a grounding ritual which involved my holding onto the biggest orb of crystal I'd ever seen in my life. Love it. Once done, I no longer had the airy weightless feeling and felt much more attached to my body. We then made a cleansing slash banishing charm, which to this day is still under my bed. I still live in the same house this occurred in and occupy the same room, but thankfully the only demons I see now are the ones that have been attached to my partner since childhood. Talejo and Anarec.

That's cool. Damn. They're mostly chill. Damn. I like, they're mostly chill. And usually just stare at me from the closet and protect us from the bad vibes. Oh, I like them then. Yeah, hell yeah. Good for them. They were absolutely no help with the demon that visited on that night though. It seems they were afraid of it as much as I was. Oh. Apologies for the long story. Shut up. Nope. Love you bad bitches to the moon and back. Thank you for sticking with me through this frankly long-winded yet slightly cathartic now that

I've written it all down, tale. Yay. It was not long winded at all. No, it was perfect. That was awesome. And fucking scary. Like cat. I'm- You're a writer.

Cat, can I call you cat? You're a writer, you're a rock star. Write the book or whatever it is that you want to write, because you're great at it. And holy shit, you've had a lot of shit happen. Yeah, for real. I like it. No, that was a good one. You're powerful at night.

I feel. Only at night. Only good one. You're powerful at night. I feel only at night. Only at night. You're powerful at night. Yeah. Your spirit apparently leaves you in the day. But I mean, yeah, glad you got it back. It's like SpongeBob at night. I don't know what that is, but I'm going to trust just an episode where he literally just keeps saying at night at night. There you go. Oh, actually, you would like that. Nosferatu makes an appearance. Oh, nice. Yeah, I dig that. That's when Drew always goes, Nosferatu. Oh, okay. Yeah. Anyway. All right. My next tale is Listener Tale.

The time I accidentally became a medium. Yigity yeet. Thank you for that. I like the accidentally part of this. I know, accidentally. Oops. Oopsie. Hello, ladies.

My name is, I think it's Emily. Emily. I am a HUGE fan. Listener Tales are some of my favorite episodes and I finally got around to writing one. I love that. I always love hearing when people love Listener Tales. Because people do. They do. Although I'm not a writer and there are probably a lot of grammatical errors and it doesn't help that I feel the pressure of a best-selling author potentially reading my writing. Oh babe, that's why I have an editor. By the way, I'm about to read the shit out of Butcher in the Run and congratulations, Elena. Thank you. Anywho, I'll keep it short and sweet because my

tail is a little on the longer side. I timed it and ended up being around 10 minutes. Attached is my 14-point double-spaced puttefa. Random, but every time I hear you guys say that I imagine a sassy French man saying it in an accent over and over trying to get somebody to say it correctly. Okay. That's like merch, right? Yeah. A man with a beret and a mustache.

Yeah. And he just has a thought bubble that says, but a far, but a far, but a far. Yeah, I like that. That'll happen. TM. I mean, nobody already said that. Make sure to scroll to the bottom to the foot to the puttafa to see all my little pictures I attached to give some faces to the mentioned names.

Oh, that reminds us. Oh, yeah. That's a very good seg. A very safe as and that's why we drink would say a segway into if you guys have like attached photos to your listener tales, and you are cool with us sharing them on socials to add to the whole story and everything. Let us know in the listener tale which ones we're allowed to, which ones you're fine with, or you can say none of these are okay to share. For public consumption.

Which is totally fine. You're not going to... We don't care. Either way, we totally get it. No, it's your bad. But sometimes when you have fun tales that like reference certain things, people are like, oh, I wanna see that thing. Like that, you know, the picture of the scratches on the wall or like something like that, or I wanna see that cute little puppy.

So if it's cool, just let us know. If not, let us know. And if you don't say anything, we will not share it. Yeah, exactly. Because we'll just assume that it's not okay. Yeah. So, but again, either way it's okay, just let us know so we can start sharing them if you're't say anything, we will not share it. Yeah, because we'll just assume that it's not okay. Yeah. So, but again, either way, it's okay.

Just let us know so we can start sharing them if you're cool with it. Just like how we ask if we can use your name or not. Yeah. You guys usually put that in there, try to do it when you do pictures. Yeah, just so we're not not sharing things that you want shared. Yeah. And we'll never share something that you don't want to share. Exactly.

So, if this makes this on the podcast, consider my pants soiled. Love you guys. Hey, I hope you got new pants. Ash, Alaina, ladies. First of all, of course, I need to begin with word vomiting affirmations of love all over you both. Thank you. I love you guys so much. You gals are simply some of the most splendid people in my life. And I don't like having many people around. So the fact that you two are in my ears basically 24 seven says a lot.

This is why we all get along here. Yeah. We all have the same. We all have a limit. Yeah. We all got, yeah. I'd never been a, uh, hello. I'd never been a huge fan of true crime before discovering morbid, but I just wanted to commend you guys for the way that you honor the stories and memories of the victims you choose to cover. And in doing so you preserve the memory of the person rather than the tragedy. Thank you. Thank you. That's what we try to do. Yeah. That's always the aim. Yeah. It's touching to learn about the lives of these amazing people. And I feel that they

must appreciate that a lot as well, wherever their souls are resting. Oh, that like really, that hit different. Thank you for that. But anyway, my name is Emily, pronounced like regular Emily. And yes, you can use it and all the other names involved. Emily. I'm 25 years old, hailing from the state of Indiana, affectionately known to many as the corn state. We gotta tell corn some people that. We do. I discovered more but a few months ago while searching for something to occupy my ears during my grueling 10 hour shifts as a delivery

driver at a certain delivery company. I'm sure I've been caught many times on ring cameras, randomly bursting out in laughter at you guys. That'd be awesome. I continue to listen to y'all as I upgrade from the Bezos Brigade to my first big girl office job as assistant marketing director, where I am currently typing this while making it look like I am actually working. How adult of me. What a badass you are. Now I am irrevocably hooked and have been making my way through all 400 plus episodes anytime I get the chance. The shower, the car, when I'm folding clothes, taking my crazy ass dog for a walk, which speaking of, I have a beautiful nine month old German shepherd named Gemini. Oh, I love that.

Love, love, love. Pictures attached, obviously. We'll message anybody who shared pictures this time around and see if we can get them out. Yeah, for sure. And I just had to bring her up because I bring her up any chance I can get. I feel that. She came into my life when I needed her the most and I think it's no coincidence that she's a Gemini and I'm a Capricorn, just like another bestie duo that I know. Oh my God, I love that.

My younger sister is also a Gemini slash Taurus cusp and our relationship reminds me so much of you two. But anyway, that's quite enough about me. Let's get to the spooky stuff. Never. My tale is a little more on the spooky side. After all, I came to the podcast for the supernatural and stayed for the true crime lol. LS. Oh, I love that. KS. It starts a few years ago, right around the beginning of the panorama. Now, a little context for the story. I grew up very borderline cultish Christian. I consider myself now to be an incredibly open person that believes in the spiritual, but readily acknowledges that none of us know what the fuck is going on. Good for you, man. Hell yeah. So I'm the last person that will ever look at somebody

differently for their beliefs or challenge them because ultimately everyone's individual spiritual experience is for them and them alone. Love that so much. That's exactly how I feel. So I wanted to preface by saying I'm not against Christianity and I never will be and I did not want to come across that way by the next part of my story. Thank you so much for coming to my TED talk. Don't worry. We're with you. Yeah, we got you. I just graduated college and was living in Minneapolis with two of my bestie girls. We were on top of the world in our brand new three bedroom apartment doing

nothing but smoking ganja and collecting those good, good stimulus checks. What a time, the pandemic. We had all attended the same private Christian university, and we all started to depart from our Christian beliefs at the time. Our community was very comforting, and we all became a safe space for each other to deconstruct from our lifelong systems of belief, which is terrifying, by the way. And if you're currently experiencing it, I see you. Yeah, I can't imagine that. It's a lot to like veer off from a path that you've been on your whole life.

Yeah, especially when you've been raised that way. Yeah. We did start to get a little wild with it, experimenting with a lot more weed and psychedelics. My teenage self is rolling in her grave at the thought that I would ever do drugs. And this ultimately led to some wild spiritual experiences when we would explore together. At the start

of my spiritual awakening, I had an incredibly visual and effortless connection to the spiritual realm or other dimensions, who knows, and would often dabble in astral projection and receive messages in the forms of visions. For example, one time I astral traveled while in my physical body and I was having a stomach ache. As soon as I arrived at my destination, the beings there just started chanting at me to eat corn, eat corn. I was very confused by that. But sure enough, when I woke up, there was a mystery can of corn in our pantry that none of my roommates had bought. And when I ate it, my stomach immediately felt better. I looked it up after the fact and corn is a natural laxative. Who knew? I guess it has

the juice. I'm obsessed with the fact that they were all just like, eat some fucking corn. You'll feel better. Eat some fucking corn. And I'm obsessed with it has the juice. He said, I really hope you get that reference. Of course. That reference was my life firm in it.

I love that jingle. Whether or not I had spoken to real beings at that moment, I may never know. But one day while I was at the apartment by myself, I had a vision that made me realize I was most definitely, beyond a doubt, connecting with something very, very real on the other side. Ooh. Sometime before this happened, my roomies and I had started watching a documentary on

Netflix called Surviving Death, which is about real near-death experiences and other related things. It's super awesome and interesting, go watch it. In one of these episodes, a medium explained how spirits from beyond try to communicate in whatever channels they can, one of these channels being electricity. So of course, when I'm home alone, high as balls, and the hallway lights start flickering

like it had never done before, I knew what the fuck was up, Kyle. I didn't have any preconceived ideas about what exactly could be trying to communicate with me, but I wanted to hear it out nonetheless. So I started by saying out loud, whoever is there, blink for a yes, stop for a no. Are you trying to communicate with me? Blinking continues. Are you not trying to communicate with me? See what I did there? Blinking stops. Okay, now we're getting somewhere. Are you

someone that I know? No blinking. Do you know me? Blinking starts again. Do you have a message for me? Blinking continues. At this point, I wasn't sure if I was actually communicating with something, but I decided because I most easily received messages through visuals, I was going to lay down and try to connect with this energy while I astral projected. Now, I don't know about a lot of people's experiences, but for me, astral projection feels like a marriage between my intuition, my mind's creativity, and spiritual guidance. So a lot of times the messages are formed around stories that I'm shown. SONIA I like that. KIT This is really interesting. The vision started off with a king who was the main

character in this story. He was running away from his castle when he fell through an ice covered lake. He was trapped until his soldiers could retrieve him and they brought him back to a castle. The king was bedridden, freezing and fighting for life as a blur of servants and soldiers came in and out of every door to bring him aid. But then I saw her. A woman approached his bed, and as she approached, I took the perspective of the king. I could feel his overwhelming sense of love, warmth, and the relief that he felt when he saw her. She was wearing a black floor-length dress with long sleeves, a white apron, and her face was that of a black bird.

Oh! All of a sudden, a bright light came over her face and she transformed into a beautiful woman with rosy cheeks and silky black hair. And I kept hearing the same word over and over. Raven. Ooh. I have actual chills. I literally read this before and I have chills. I just got like a whoosh of chills. Yeah. A wham, if you will. I love ravens. Yeah, I love ravens so much. I've been trying to like communicate more with like Ravens and crows lately because the cocktail rules over them. And I like really into the cocktail lately. Yes. My girl. Yeah. So she's right over there. You just can't see her.

So I got up and as I sat up, I began to question the light again. Are you Raven? No blinking. Is Raven someone you love? Blinking starts furiously. I tried asking it some other questions, but growing continuously in confusion, I decided to stop. I thanked the energy for their time and I apologized that I wasn't sure what to do with the information. Later on though, one of my roommates returned home from a grocery run and I had the incredible sense that I needed to tell her everything that happened. It hadn't even been five minutes after telling her about the light interaction that we both got a text from our third roommate in our group chat. Another quick tidbit of context. My third roommate, Amanda, worked

for a program that connected with teenagers in the local area to create a positive community for them with different activities and resources. It was an awesome program. The text we got said that she was going to be bringing over one of her students who was having a particularly rough time in her life and was in need of extra support. When I read the message, I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and I responded, is her name Raven? Yes, was the response. Oh, wow. Isn't that insane? That is. I was waiting. I was like, don't tell me. Who's Raven? Don't tell me. Hey weirdos, if you guys know one thing about us,

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Plus. As I read the message, I collapsed in a heap on the ground and I started to sob uncontrollably. I was overwhelmed with the feeling of grief and loss. Raven had been a student of Amanda's for some years now, but only had recently lost her mother unexpectedly to an overdose while she was at a party in another state. Raven was devastated and at the age of 18 was left with nothing and nowhere to go. The amount of desperation I was experiencing was indescribable, like the desperation of a mother who left her baby too soon and was doing anything she could to tell her that everything was going to be okay. The feeling was so intense that I could barely catch my breath, and as I remembered that Raven was currently on her way to our apartment, I couldn't bear the thought of even being in the same room with her, let alone meeting

her for the first time and freaking her out by explaining to her that I'm sobbing and snotty because her late mother was trying to channel through me like what the actual fuck. The entire time Raven had been over that evening, I was in the next room weeping. I didn't get any other messages from Raven's mother. However, I came to learn later on that Raven was a caretaker of sorts for her, which lined up with the narrative for my vision. I feel the king leaving the castle was representative of her mom leaving home. His breaking through the ice was the tragic event ending in her loss, and the appearance of the woman represented her longing to be with Raven again. A stretch perhaps, but I needed some way of rationalizing it. I told her about the experience eventually, and while she was a little weirded out because

she didn't consider herself spiritual at the time, she was very comforted by the sentiment of her mother still being around her. Raven moved in with us a few months later, and we all became one big happy family for a while. Things didn't exactly end on a super cheeky note in the household by the time I moved away, but Raven and I remained close and we chat as often as we can. Oh, I love that. I know. I try to tell her every time we talk how proud I am of her, and that no matter what, I will always be there for her. After all, I think that's exactly why her mother came to me in the first place. She needed to know that her precious daughter would be okay, that she had people who loved her in her life, and that those people would look after her. Today, Raven shares an

apartment with Amanda and works as a store manager while pursuing modeling and fashion, and even sews her own clothes. I really mean it when I say I'm so, so proud of her. LS I'm proud of Raven. AMT I me too. LS As for me, I haven't dabbled so much in mediumship since that point, and reached a point for me where I had to kindly ask energies to leave me alone because I was starting to see and hear things quite constantly, creating a lot of paranoia in my daily life. Will I ever get back into that world? Probably, just not until

I'm ready. I was and still am processing a lot from that time, but hopefully I'll have more tales for you one day. If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading, regardless of whether it ends up on the pod, although if it does, I got a fresh set of Fruit of the Looms ready to go for the cuckuff us that will surely be happening in my pants while I listen. And Deb Deb, you superhero, thank you for reading through all of these. You're an angel, I just know it. She is. She is. And with that, ladies, keep it weird, but not so weird that you accidentally channel

your future roommates dead mom while smoking way too much pot and end up talking to your light bulbs or do, do you boo boo? Do you boo boo? I love it. I like it. That was so good. Damn, Emily, right?

That was a good one. That was really good. And spooky. Super spooky. That gave spookiness. That gave. But it was like wholesome spookiness. Yeah. Yeah.

Damn. All right. Well, I think we're going to end on Listener Tale Dream Town where I met my husband for the first time. This one's really cool. I'm obsessed with the idea of Dream Towns. I know. I love the Dream Town.

Can't get over it. Can't stop. Can't stop. Can't stop. Can't stop. Attached for your consideration, I've included my tale of Dream World and how I met my husband there. If you decide to read this tale, you may use my first name, Heather.

Heather. But please do not use any other names. I actually left out the names of others, but attach pics and info that have the names for your eyes only. Thank you. Which you were kind of ahead of the game telling us what we could and couldn't do with these pics.

You were ahead of the whole thing. All right, it says, listener tale. Follow up toer Tale, Dream Town. I met my husband when we were children in the astral world, only to meet up when we were adults in this world, thousands of miles from our childhood hometowns. Isn't that fucking crazy? Whoa, that's crazy. It says, hello, Ash and Elena, starting with the obligatory gushing over how fantastic you both are and in that you do. You are both fantastic. Listening to Morbid genuinely feels like sitting around talking with my besties about all things Morbid and whimsical.

That's exactly what we want. It really is. So please keep doing what you do and always wishing you both the best of success and all that you do across all your lifetimes. Thank you. Love you guys. Well, let's get into it. I am a half century old weird witch, freak artist, healer, medium, I'm obsessed with you. Love. And lover of the ocean, nature, and animals.

Anywho, I was struck by your listener tale 85 in which a listener talked about her experience with astral projection and the tree in the meadow in Dreamtown. I was obsessed with that one. That one I think I'll remember for the rest of my life. That changed me. I've been there and met others there, some of whom I ended up meeting in this world, including the boy who would become a man who would eventually become my husband.

Fucking beautiful. I'm literally like, wooming. Like, beautiful. Yeah. Womb, wom. Yeah. The meadow with the weeping willow with the orbs of light and how magical the other world is. That is where we met. Being able to move through the astral world and being able to shift and change things in this world is one of the greatest and freeing experiences. It reminds me of where we go between lifetimes. And it's one of my favorite places to be. One can fly there, move with ease like floating, swim like a mermaid, and all the laws of physics

as we know it do not seem to exist. I want to go to there. Let me get back up a bit and give you some context. The bulk of my most vivid astral experiences happened in my youth, teens, and early adult life. I'm guessing I come from a long line of witches, mystics, or something weird. I've been a weirdo for as long as I can recall,

ooh ooh, and well before I even knew weirdos existed. I've been able to see and talk with dead people before I could talk with living people. I've been lucid dreamer for as long as I can remember. And well before I even knew there was a term for it. I remember that too, I didn't know, before I knew there was a term for it. I was like, it's weird, I can do this thing.

I always used to say like, oh, like some dreams I can control. Yeah, like I have a decision in my dreams. I have also spent much of my life having weekly, sometimes daily predictions. Everything from small acts or behaviors of another person to huge events like the tsunami in 2004 in the Indian Ocean. Another tale for another time. That's wild. Wow. Okay, here's my tale. My husband and I met in the astral world when we were children.

He lived on the East Coast and I on the West Coast. We were kids and would meet up in the meadow with the willow tree and I loved him instantly. We did not know each other in the physical world. We would fly, run, laugh and play. We were about 10 to 12 years old. When the time would come to wake up, I hated it. I hated leaving the Astral world. I hated leaving him. He would tell me not to worry because we would know each other again and for always. Ruined me. Literally ruined me. One of the times when we met by the tree, he tried to give me his phone number. It would try to tell me where he lived in the physical world. It was always so hard to understand each other when we tried to talk of the physical world. Like our voices would get drowned out in a sudden roar of wind, or one of us would

just disappear slash wake up. Each time we tried to talk about finding each other in the physical world, the astral world would feel heavy and grow darker, less fun. What would end up being one of the last times we would see each other in the astral world, he had me memorize his phone number, a landline as cell phones were not a thing yet. I know I'm ancient. Girl, I feel it. The world would shift and turn heavy slash darker when we would try to talk about how to find each other in the physical world.

So it was really hard to remember his number, but I was determined. I woke up with a body wide jerk, like when you're falling in a dream and you jerk yourself awake. I hate that feeling. I do too. And I instantly wrote the number down. I was shocked and exhilarated all at the same time. I knew he was real. He could never, we can never remember each other's names

when we woke up, but I remembered the number. This is incredible. Insane, I love it. The scribbled number on the scrap of paper sat on my desk for days, as I was afraid to call it. It felt like we broke a major rule and somehow we would get in trouble. But I called it on a scrap of paper sat on my desk for days, as I was afraid to call it. It felt like we broke a major rule and somehow we would get in trouble. But I called it on a weekend and my heart raced, my mouth went dry and felt like a bowling ball was in my stomach. It

rang several times before a woman answered with a bit of a southern accent. I tried to speak but fuck, I didn't know this kid's name. So what was I supposed to say? Hello? I'm a girl who's been visiting with a boy in an astral world. Is there a boy that lives there? Yes. Yeah, I hung up, but I saved the number. My visits in the astral world came and went and sometimes we would see each other and I tried to tell him I called. He said, I know and don't worry, we'll be together. Life went on and astral projection is something that has always been a part of my existence. So want to know how and when we meet in the physical world? Of course I do. Well, I will write more another time. Just kidding. I was like, no, what are you talking about? You bitch. No, you bitch. Now you know how it feels when you end a multi-part episode on a cliffhanger. Heather's yelling at us, you bitch.

You got me. So fast forward 12 to 13ish years. I'm now in my 20s, living in the PNW, attending university, Pacific Northwest, living near campus in a historically restored apartment building I saw him. There he was, living in a bottom floor flat. I would have to pass his window, by his window upon entering the building. He and his housemate often had the window open during the spring and summer months, as they played their guitars, singing, smoking the devil's lettuce, and living the good life. I knew when I saw him that we knew each other. I just knew. In a very anticlimactic fashion when we did finally speak, he gave no indication that he knew me or remembered

me or wanted anything to do with me. Oh, instant broken heart. Right? But I didn't give up because I knew I remembered. The meadow and all the fun we had came washing over me. As my friends and I started hanging out and getting to know these fly boys, it became more and more clear to me that we knew each other, but he ignored me. I was devastated. I was so attracted to him on a soul level. I once told my friend at the time, I'm going to have that man's babies. She turned and said, just his babies, no marriage. I just gave him a knowing smile. Fast forwarding a bit, he finally

began noticing me and talking with me. And that's next thing you know, we're dating. I did straight up ask at some point, what changed? Why are you paying attention now? He replied, bro code. I was like, what the fuck does that mean? He explained that his flatmate called dibs. I should have been horrified that I was being seen as a possession, but I was kind of flattered. She goes, it was the 1990s, way back in the 1990s. We were not as woke then. Once it was painfully clear I wanted nothing to do with his cringey flatmate, the bro code was dissolved. Well, as my future husband and I grew closer and closer, we shared about finding each other all those years before in the astral world. It was an incredible night as we snuggled up as a massive storm rained down and begins sharing and remembering our otherworldly time together. Is this like a movie. I can't get over this.

I love it so. As we were talking, I got up, walked to my keepsake box and showed him the telephone number. Stop it. It was his grandmother's number. I love. All over.

I love love. All over. My future husband was born and raised on the East Coast. Hell yeah. Ooh ooh. And was in part raised by his grandparents. Hell. And that is the number he gave me all those years before in the astral world. We locked eyes and we

knew we found each other across space and time. Fucking stop. I'm just like, I can't. I cannot. Fast forward to the present. My beloved husband... Oh, this is gonna... Oh, this destroys me. I'm so sorry. But it's so beautiful. Fast forward to the present, my beloved husband was killed 10 years ago, vehicular manslaughter, leaving me to raise our babies alone. I'm gonna cry. I know. I always knew I would have his babies and I always knew our time together would be way

too short. He knew it too. You're literally going to make Elena cry. I'm going to cry. I'm literally about to cry. It's such a beautiful story. We also knew that we could find each other. I'm going to literally cry. It's going to happen on camera.

We also knew we can find each other across time and space and across lifetimes. It's important to know that my husband and I, in our nearly 15 years together, came to discover that we remembered multiple lifetimes together. I've never seen Elena actually be brought to tears like that. No, I know. I'm thinking of John and this is fucking me up. Did you see me reading the listener feels over there yesterday? I got in like a sad place.

Yes. And yes, I knew when he walked out the door on that fateful day, he died that he wasn't coming home. He knew it too. Since his death, I've been blessed with his visits and his signs to remind me that we are never that far apart and that we... Oh, fuck. This is fucking me up. I know. I just keep thinking of John. This is like my worst fear. I know. That's not gonna happen. That we are never far apart and that we will always find one another across time, across space and lifetimes. Ash, the way you speak of your love, Drew reminds me of my love. Thank you for that. Oh. Stay weird and remember our time here is

beyond our control. Make the most of your moments and remember what is real is the love we create, the love we share and love we become." Damn, I like needed that, I think. That was really, really sweet. I love that one thing that she says, what is real is the love we share, create and become. Like damn, thank you again for what you beautiful souls do. Thank you for what you beautiful souls do. Seriously. You bring light to the world by telling the stories of the dead, of the strange and the unexplainable and those without a voice.

Below are some photos. Shh, no names, but my own please if you decide to read this on the pod. Also, I just have to say you guys are fucking gorgeous. Beautiful. A beautiful couple that like absolutely, Mikey's crying over there. Literally, we got Mikey crying.

We're all just crying about our love. I know. The only reason I'm not is because I read this yesterday and cried. Like damn. But I'm like, like holy shit. You clearly belong together. You can see it in your eyes. Yeah.

You have soulmate eyes. Yeah. Oh my God, and your kids are beautiful. And they look, your kids look so much like each of you. Yes. It's wild. Like it's, that was beautiful. I can't even, the most beautiful ever.

You just destroyed me Heather. And that was gorgeous. Yeah. Gorgeous. And that touched me on another level. In me and Drew's vows, we lit, I was like, I'm not saying till death do us part. Like I absolutely outright refused to say that. And we said, I will find you in every lifetime. And we say that to each other all the time. And I'm like, no, I will.

No, I will. Like you're not, you're not getting away from me. You're not marrying anybody else in another lifetime. So get that thought out of your head. And I don't cry. That was a, that's a big deal that you just got me to cry. That's huge. But you looked like Sloppy. That was really good. No, you guys? That just like, that hit me. It's the crumb of the crop, you guys. Really is. Damn. I love you guys.

I'm holding this back up so I can do the not so weird. Not. Fuck. I know. Thank you for that, guys. You're so pretty when you cry. Oh my God. You have a pretty cry face. That's so sweet.

Thank you. You do. I look, or just burped. I look crazy when I cry. I have a little bit of a Kim K crying face. No, I was prettier when I cried. I have a little bit of a Kim K crying face. No, I was prettier when I cried when I had my Botox, but now when I cry, I cried the other day and I was like, oh, it's moving. It's supposed to. I know. But yeah, they're so beautiful. That was awesome and fascinating. And I want to fucking astral project so badly. That just fucked me up all of it

I know but I want to learn how to astral project like safely. Yeah, you know, I got some books We'll do it. HMU. Yeah. All right guys Well, as always we hope you keep listening and we hope you keep it weird But that's a way that you don't check these out on YouTube if you're listening these are available on video on YouTube Which I feel like we never say. I know we always forget. And definitely keep it so weird but not so weird that your mom has to have an exorcism based off a vision that she had. I think you should keep it so weird that you meet your husband in a dreamland dream town and then you spend every lifetime together

because that's my fucking plan. Yes. And your fucking plan. Hell yeah. Definitely keep it so weird that you channel a message for a future bestie from their mom that's so cool and don't keep it so weird that you channel a message for a future bestie from their mom. That's so cool. And don't keep it so weird that you look at the mirror and you're gone and everything behind you is not correct. Don't do that. Or it is correct, but like you're not supposed to turn around and it's scary. Yeah. And a scary demon visits you.

Yeah, don't keep it that weird. Don't do that. But we love you so much. We do! Bye! Bye! We're going to sleep now. If If you like Morbid, you can listen early and ad-free right now by joining Wondery Plus in the Wondery app or on Apple podcasts.

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