My Dreams And Ghosts

Let me start off by saying, I don't really practice or try to use my abilities that often anymore because I have been preoccupied by other things. I am an empath, sometimes can hear, see, feel spirits, and I figured out that I am a rather good healer. I haven't gotten a chance to come online and tell one of my most intriguing dream, that most likely was a spirit trying to tell me something through my dream.

I was getting ready to go to sleep and I was already under the covers and shutting my eyes and the first thing I see is this strange man. Sitting in my hallway against the wall at the dead end; with the very noticeable colored eyes. I believe they were green. He was just there smiling at me. And I believe (not sure) that there was a child in his lap, that looked almost like my sister. I was shocked by this sight in my mind, and then after that I decided it was nothing and I decided to just go to sleep. The next thing I know is I have this vibrating feeling as I hear a mumbled out voice trying to talk to me. I should explain. I sometimes astral project unwillingly (I think ghost trigger it because when I do astral project I can't leave my room, and ghost are always there to try to talk). When this happens my head has a massive pressure, and my body feels like it is vibrating (like electrical shock). As he is talking the vibrating gets worse, and only a few sentences come out. I feel him to the right side of me, and then his words become clear. " She likes to take things, but I promise you she will give it back" he told me in what seemed to be a pleading voice. Then as if he is showing me, I sense the woman's presence by my desk, and I feel as if she is taking something. She never said anything.

I figured it would be over, but no. Then I began to get images, which looked like old time pictures. Of him and his semi long oiled hair, in a white button down shirt, with what looked like brown pants, and suspender. It is then that I notice his mustache like they had in the old days. The pictures are in sepia color, and he is in front of a tractor in a grassy field on what looked like on top of a hill. With him smiling alongside his family (including the woman) and I think two children.

After this happens, I seem to be in the perspective of a young boy in a cabin (like a wooden one) with a fireplace that had a fire roaring. I have awoken, and I am holding what seems to be a doll house, or a model of some sort. I drop the wooden house, and It shatters. And I yell out for my dad (the child's dad I suppose). And the feelings I got when I (he) yelled out for dad were of sadness, and fear. Which marked the end of the "dream". I have no idea who that could have been, and what he said meant. I want to think the time period was when the gold boom was. Or a time around then. That was a while back, but I never got a chance to post it.

Then there was night a few weeks ago where I was having trouble sleeping, and I fell into a half sleep. And then felt completely detached from my body, and felt as if I was back in my body, but it wasn't me. It was a woman, and I sensed a man lying next to me. This man and woman (that was me I guess) were having a full conversation about what they were going to eat, and things I can't quite remember.

Now there is a new dream I had a few days ago, that was scary and odd. I was in a house, I was trying to keep this large wooden door shut. There was an evil dead old lady on the other side, and I looked under the crack of the door and I could see her feet all cracked and dead like. And as I struggle to keep her out she is yelling and screaming things that I can't understand (the words seemed muffled). And then I get this image as if I could see through the door, of the lady (horrible looking face; pure hatred and evil). But then a woman is by her side and she is telling the old woman to just leave me alone. And some other things that I can't really remember. And I guess it worked, but the old lady had to tell me something. Then it goes back to my perspective and then the door turns into a sheet. And She sticks her head through and tells me she will get me. And then I wake up with force. To where I practically jumped when I awoke. I don't know if it would help if I mentioned that when I say the other side there were wooden stairs, and wooden flooring. This is also one of the few encounters with an entity in a "dream" that I didn't get the vibrating feeling.

The next morning I was thinking about my dream. Which lead to me thinking about my dreams in general. And how most of them are not me. They are other people. I have seen things through other people's eyes. Have had conversations with other people, and I was another person. I have observed myself in a dream with other people. And I vary rarely have dreams from my own perspective though. I am always somebody else, or I am watching myself.

Could my perspective in dreams be a product of my abilities, or are dreams from other peoples prospective normal? What was the man trying to get through to me. Why was it so important for him telling me what he told me. And what in the world was that old lady? And what does she want from me!?