I have a problem in my life that's getting more and more serious, so I've joined this board to share it, and see if other people can relate to me. So first, a bit about me. I'm a university educated engineer in my mid thirties, with a wife and young family. Good at most things I do, I can control most aspects of my life, except one.
When I was very young, I could see and feel other people in my bedroom. It was a brand new house that my dad built, but in the darkness of my room, I could see the shadows of other people who watched me. They didn't say anything, or try to talk to me, but I could feel them. It made me quite scared of the dark, but I was never allowed a light. I was probably about two years old when this was going on.
As I grew older, I came to realize that I could feel other people, and the energies that surrounded them. I can tell much about a persons character, simply by standing near them. History has proved me correct in this nearly every time.
When I was about six, I had my first real astro travel type dream. The most enduring memory of this is a terrible confusion I had about space (as in the physical dynamics of how such a big place could fit in my head). The experience made me quite sick, and I stayed sick for days.
The next real thing I noticed was a few years after, probably in my early teens. It's an odd nervous reaction I get in response to some types of stimuli, and it seems worst with audio. For example, if I hear recordings of things that happened before I was born, say, a replay of a newscast of the JFK assassination, or a report from the Vietnam war, I get a terrible tingling feeling that will start at the base of my head, and work down my back. At its worst, it can actually make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
After that, recurring dreams began which are still with me today. I have a few different types, but one that really stands out was a dream that started when I was about 15. In my dreams, I would always go to the same pub (what we call bars in Australia), and I'd be drinking middies (a measure of beer) there with friends. It's a really hot day (maybe 40 degrees celsius), with typical Northern Australia humidity you could cut with a knife) and the horse races are on the radio. From the furniture and cars I can see outside, the year is sometime in the 30s or early 40s. There's not much else from the dream, but it's very vivid.
Several years after this dream started, I was working in Queensland (900km from where I live) and was walking down a street where my paternal grandfather lived during the 30s, and was absolutely astounded to see the pub from my recurring dream standing in the street in front of me. I had never been to that part of the city before in my life. I walked inside, sat down and ordered the same drink I had hundreds of times before in my dream. It just seemed so weird. I couldn't talk to my grandfather about this, because he'd passed away some 15 years prior. The inside of the pub hadn't changed much in 50 years either.
I have another recurring dream which takes place in a town which I've never visited, but is very familiar. It has shops where I buy meat and veges, it has pubs where I drink, it has a brothel (which oddly I never visit but I know a girl who works there, and she's my friend), it has a school. Sometimes it has an injured kid in the playground (with a bleeding knee) whom I help. Different things happen there, but always the same town. It's by the water, and has a nice feel to it.
By the time I was in my twenties, I was having astral travel dreams every other night. Just the normal stuff, I see myself leaving my body, and head off to other places. These are lucid, and I can fully interact with other people/things that I find along the way. My sister also experiences some psychic type phenomena, and I have seen her while astral traveling also. She has seen me. My dad has now passed away, but while he was critically ill, both my sister and I went to check on him astrally, and met while we were there. She also had a dream like this.
All of this I could cope with. Lately however, things have gotten worse. It really started one day when I should have been working, but instead was browsing in a massive antiques warehouse (one of my secret interests). I was admiring an old table when I looked up, and saw an aura from an elderly lady. It scared the hell out of me. This was really only supposed to happen while I was asleep, but now it was happening to me when I was awake too. She seemed equally surprised to see me, and was obviously quite taken aback. We crossed paths, and suddenly lots and lots of her life memories came into my brain. I could clearly see the table in a house in Balmain or some nearby suburb, her family life, meals around the table, everything. I rushed outside into the fresh air and daylight, and wondered if I was cracking up.
There's a ghost who hangs around my house. He was killed in a car accident, I think he was run over, and he lived near where I live now. I think this probably happened in the 1950s. He wasn't killed here. He was killed in town, about 30km from the farm where I live. I'm not scared of him, he's a nice guy but never the less, he's often around. Sometimes when I'm stressed from work or tired, I share his memories too. Some of them aren't so great.
I've become aware that my 3 year old son can see him too. I can feel the depth of my son when I hold him. My younger son (whom is equally cherished) has no such depth. He's missing the extra dimension. The other night, just as I was going to bed, my son's shadow/ghost passed me in the bedroom. I was instantly concerned, but when I checked on him he was sleeping soundly, and I noticed some REM. I suspect he's astral traveling too.
Ever since the antique store incident, I've been becoming more and more sensitive to these types of things. Today while stopped at an intersection, I could see the road how it looked 80 years ago. There was an old building which was devoid of any signage, but I knew it used to be the police station. It's quite unusual architecture for a New South Wales police station from that era, and looks nothing like other police stations from that time. It was such a strong feeling, that when I returned to my office, I looked up the address on the state heritage register and found that sure enough, it was the police station until the late 20s.
I don't think this is cool, it's quite unwanted. Sometimes I see some really disturbing things in some parts of the city.
Anyway, I'm posting here to see if anyone has some good advice for me about reducing the occurrence of this type of thing, or if anyone can relate to me. It doesn't fit well with the rest of my persona. I'm supposed to be the very rational, scientific engineering brain type.
Anyone?
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