NEWS: Analysis & Commentary A TRUE STORY, NOT OF REMOTE VIEWING But of something related by Dick Allgire In the summer of my 8th grade year in junior high I attended a summer "science camp" with a number of my friends. It was called Mill Hollow, located in Uintah Mountains of northeastern Utah. Young junior high school students would live at the camp for a week or two, where they would sleep in barracks, hike, learn about nature, and conduct basic "science fair type" experiments in the great outdoors. The camp was in a beautiful location, tucked away in the mountainous Unitah National Forest. It was an adventure for a bunch of young teens and we got science credits for attending. On the first or second night at the camp I had a difficult time getting to sleep in the strange bunk away from home. But when I did finally drift off I had a very realistic and vivid dream. It was a flying dream, and in the dream I was hovering above a trail in the woods. I looked about and saw my good friend Cliff, also flying. We soared up the mountainside following a trail through the pines until we came to a small mountain pond in a grassy meadow. As Cliff and I soared above the pond in that odd weightless sensation of flying, the dream faded and I awoke. The dream was very clear in my memory. At breakfast the next day Cliff turned to me and said, "I had the coolest dream last night Dick, and you were in it." As I looked at him I recalled my dream and said, "I did too- you and I were flying up a trail in the mountains." Cliff's jaw dropped and a smile of amazement spread across his face. "Naw! Really? That's what I dreamed. You and I were flying together!" "To a pond," I added. "Yeah! I had the same dream." We thought that was just too cool, appearing in each other's dreams, flying dreams at that, and we told all our friends about it. That day the camp counselors took us on a nature hike. We hiked on what turned out to be a very familiar trail up the mountainside though the pines. We came to a large open grassy meadow. And there before us was the pond Cliff and I had visited in our flying dream. It was exactly as we had seen it. True Story. We actually did a project together on the insects and amphibians that lived in the pond.    PRINT THIS ARTICLE Privacy Statement Copyright © 2002, H.R.V.G. All rights reserved.

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