I'm no special case of psychic, I have read many stories similar to the one I'm about to tell. Just please comment you advice to me.
It started when I was about 3 years old. I remember days when I was younger, but they are vague. So, as most normal little kids, I was outside a lot. Until I started seeing it. Black shadows, humanoid almost, almost, almost. I couldn't make it out. Sometimes I would see multiple a day. Then, I would see quick, animal shaped ones. From me being 3 years old, to 15, I see these things on a daily basis. I'm not afraid anymore. When I say afraid, not because I saw them, but because I swear, I used to feel them following me.
I started to realize I wasn't, the average human teen. A I soon came to realize I could do more things with my mind then I wanted. I could get A's on a test without looking at the lesson. Guess the right answer for everything anyone asked me. Then, the dreams started to come.
Every night, some nights have been skipped, but I always dream the future. Always. I used to look forward to the small, usually funny things I could see that were going to happen. Until one day, I started day dreaming, and it became so intense I passed out on the spot. I saw intense destruction, I freaked myself out. I still and trying to tell myself it never happened.
I now have dreams only of cruel death and fear. I don't look forward to them anymore. I had a dread after the incident where I was by myself in the middle of a dark neighborhood road. And got hit by a car. A few years later, it came true, except I saw it coming, and dodged the car. And recently, I haven't even been able to get in a moving vehicle.
It scares me just to say it and the most trust worthy people I know don't believe me, and I'm afraid who ever reads this might not either
I dreamed my own death. I saw myself in a car, dark inside, the clock said like, 1:11 or 1:14. I was middle row or three rows. I recognized it as my friends van. I screamed his name. As if I knew it was going to happen. Then I looked out the window to the right of me. Bright head lights were the last thing I saw before they rammed the side of the car, I didn't wake up, for several minutes, all I saw was darkness.
After this dream I became severely depressed, mostly because no one believed me and I couldn't comprehend what was happening.
I haven't been in the car since the dream, I always ditch, but I feel as if my own mind is telling me to go in.
I also had another recent dream where I was in my bed. It was dark, extremely dark. In the dream I had woken up because I thought I heard something at the foot of my bed. In the dream I stared at that stop, as if I was looking at something, but I was really looking through it. I felt as if something was putting an immense amount of force on my upper chest.
I awoke. Surely to a noise in my room. Near the foot of my bed. I felt the pressure begin. I couldn't move. I drifted off some 10 minutes to an hour later. I woke up that morning, with a massive hand print on my upper chest. It wasn't mine.
I don't want to sound like a wimp, but I am scared haha. No one I know understands what I'm going through. I can't rely on anyone but myself. Please comment, leave advice, I would love it, thanks everyone.
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