I don't really know if this goes in this section, but I had an interesting experience last night...  I was at a bar, having drinks and I noticed a couple arguing. The man was really drunk and was shouting really loud, though I couldn't make out what they were saying..
Then an old man with long white hair taps me on the shoulder and tells me that I have to do something about this. I look into his round wide blue eyes (he kinda looked like the man that played Gandolf in The Lord of The Rings) and I suddenly felt filled with a sense of strong power. I watched as the woman seperated from the man to go to the lavatory so I followed her.
As I came into the room i could hear her crying. She was standing in front of a rundown sink, practically hanging off the wall, and she had mascara running down her cheeks. She was medium height and build with kinda curly bleached blond hair, pretty brown eyes and a small pert mouth. she asked me for a ciggy and I told her I don't smoke. Next thing i know there is a pack in my pocket, so i hand her one. She lights up and tells me she needs to get away from her boyfriend.

Next thing I know i am in a car! We are going really fast and suddenly everything turns white. Slowly an image starts to appear.. it is the woman, but not as before. Her face is contorted and twisted in agony and (this gets gruesome) I can't hear anything, but it looks like she is screaming. She has her hands on the back of her neck and is just screaming. Then she pulls one hand from behind her and holds it out to me clutching a bloody chunk of flesh.. I am terrified now and am trying to wake myself up, but I can't!  She turns around and I see a hole in her neck... i pick up one word: Help
I gather myself realizing i'm not allowed to wake up yet, not until I help her, so I put my hands out and I cover her wound, and I will the flesh to come together, to heal. The scene fades....
She is standing in a doorway of a small yellow house, but she looks different. Her hair is brown and she is thinner, she has a big pretty smile on her face and she waves to me, so i wave back. she fades away as I open my eyes and the only thought i have upon waking is the felling of peace..

Is this a retrieval? Did I do what I was supposed to, because I really felt that I wouldn't be allowed to wake until I did, and I woke with peace in my soul, so...........

Inspirational.

If you have any more, please keep bringing them to the forum.

From reading Bruce Moen's books, he had to keep trying, to have more of this type of experience until he could convince himself.