Justin aka asltaomr
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My Twin Soul had this dream last night, figured it was an interesting retrieval dream, that some would like to hear. Btw, i figure that the "victoria secret angel type" was a guide playing a role or projecting an image for a deeper point.
"My dream began with walking into a old house-wooden floors, walls, ceilings--which felt like a historic home. I was alone when i walked into one room, rather sparse. Suddenly i felt a mild shaking of the room, which abruptly stopped. I turned to see the room behind me had not been affected. I was standing in the doorway when it happened again, stronger this time, shaking dust from the rafters.
I knew it was paranormal activity, and that a ghost could not do me any harm, so I decided to goad the presence into interaction. "That was weird, I barely felt anything", I mocked out loud. More and violent shaking of the room as in response, accompanied by soft moaning. "Is that all you got?" More shaking. Louder moaning. "Show yourself", I commanded. I then got the intuition to turn to the portrait hanging on the wall to my right--a middle aged woman, very plain, with dark brown hair parted in the midldle.
I could not see anything unusual yet, but felt compelled to place my hand by the portraits face, where I felt a head emerge from the painting. I ran my hand from crown to face, where the apparent ghost suddenly licked me. I drew back in disgust and heard the ghost kind of cackle with laughter, whom I could faintly make out now. Softly, I asked her what she died from, and who she was. I couldn't remember the disease but she said she was Edgar Allen Poe's sister. My impression was that she knew she was dead, but she didn't know why she was still stuck.
I was asking her about any hangups, hurts or anger she might still be clinging to, but she didn't recollect any. During our conversation, out of fireplace a ghostly angel appeared--the Victoria Secret kind--wearing a bra, underwear, "wings" and vied for my attention. She said nothing and sat on my lap, childishly trying to open my eye, touch my face, and trying to distract me.
I understood this as a symbol that this portrait lady felt like she was neglected in life--vying for attention and always in her brother's shadow. I proposed this to her, which she seemed to take to heart and consider before I woke. Then I did some research after having the dream.
Researching Poe's family, I found that Poe did have a younger sister. Rosalie Poe was Edgar's younger sister, who grew up alone and without her birth parents. It seems like she grew up around controversy, as she might have been the product of an extramarital affair. She outlived Edgar and was institutionalized later in life. "
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