I was on the Monterey Peninsula in 1990 in a small apartment in Pacific Grove. One night I was dreaming and it turned un-pleasant when someone took my right should from behind in their hand. It turned into a full-blown nightmare when I perceived the hand as only bone, no flesh, and in the nightmare it's reaching up from the ground and gripping my shoulder and pulling me down through the bed. The tips of the finger bones pierced my flesh and was crushing my bones. As you might imagine, I'm doing my best to wake up -- and I did, but the hand didn't go away. I couldn't get the shoulder off the mattress to get up and the right side of my face (towards the hand) felt like it was against a block of ice. At this point I evoked all of the High Level Spiritual Help that I could think of and it was like --- fine. Totally clear, but my shoulder still ached. Wait. It gets better. First thing in the morning I called my friend, long time Monterey resident, and regional spiritual adviser, Laurie, and related the events. She pointed out that the Spanish had tortured and killed lots and lots of Indian Chiefs and Shamans pretty much right where my apartment was. I sat and vibed the situation all morning and by noon decided not to take chances and so I called a friend in Carmel Valley to take them up on a previous offer to share a house there. Now I wasn't panicked, I had a plan and it was going smoothly -- I had to drop a rent deposit when I broke a 6 month lease, but it was worth it. Shortly my station wagon was packed and I was ready to go -- well before sundown! On the way over Jack's Peak leaving town I had to drive through one of the Peninsula's busiest intersections. The light was red as I approached and I stopped. The light turned green, I looked across the intersection and pulled into it. The next thing was screeching rubber from both sides -- I hit the brakes myself and looked up the see that my light was RED and I had just started to pull into two double lanes of cross traffic that was going about 35-40 mph. The look on my passenger's face was the definition of shock. She asked what I was doing and I  gulped and said, "Trying to get off of the Peninsula alive!" She kept double watch the rest of the way. For clarity, the light had not turned green -- but I saw it that way and acted on what I (thought I) saw. I blame it on the ghost.

5/5 one night while visiting john's house