This story is actually a pretty important story to me. It was the day I realized that all the things I see, the voices I hear, and the things I feel are not just "in my head". They're real and they mean something. And more importantly (to me at least), that i'm not crazy. This story took place a year ago when I was visiting my friend in Miami.
At the time I lived in Texas with my dad and I was saving up for my first car. I had a best friend, let's say her name is Ashley, I guess I can say that I loved her. We got along almost perfectly and we were crushing on each other for a pretty good while too. I moved away but we still kept in touch. We got closer and closer and she even told me she loved me. I take that word seriously so when she said that I immediately thought to myself that she was the one for me. She was under a lot of depression at one point so I decided that I should go to Miami and cheer her up. I blew all the money I had and bought a pretty expensive plane ticket to Miami. When I landed and reunited with her we couldn't have been any happier.
Fast forward a couple days, I'm trying to fall asleep in her guest bedroom. I'm trying my best to fall asleep because we had to wake up early to go to an annual event. That's when I started feeling the bed vibrating like someone was shaking it. I open my eyes and I look around and I even re-align the bed and make sure it's completely in the bed frame. The bed was still shaking. I decided that it was just going to keep on shaking no matter what I do, so I tried to sleep it off. I close my eyes and tried my best to fall asleep again and that's when something very bizarre happened. I had a vision of a little boy, he looked around six years old, blonde hair in a somewhat bowl cut. I immediately opened my eyes, In pure shock from how clear I saw him. I got myself together and went back to sleep.
I wake up in the morning and the first thing I noticed was that the bed wasn't shaking anymore. Later on I'm in the car with Ashley, on our way to pick up her best friend, let's say his name is Bob. As she was driving, I told her about what I saw the night before. After hearing my story, she proceeds to tell me how her house was abandoned for (I believe it was) 5 years and when she moved in, one of the rooms was filled with little boy clothes. That obviously came as a shock to me.
We finally get to Bob's house, now this is the first time I ever met the dude, but immediately after meeting Bob I had a very hostile vibe against him. This was because he hurt Ashley's feelings one time and deep down I didn't forgive him (not going to explain what he did because it's unimportant). We pick up her other friend and we go back to Ashley's house so the girls can dress up while I cook for the friends and Ashley's parents. We're all eating the pasta I made but for some reason I couldn't eat. I had a very bad feeling in my gut and I had no idea why. That feeling turned into depression and it was so bad to the point that I just gave my food away to whoever wanted it. I tried to ignore it and act as happy as I normally act but the feeling just kept getting stronger and stronger.
We arrive at the event and as soon as we got out of the car my depression was too strong for me to handle. As we were walking out of the parking lot, I noticed that Bob held out his hand and Ashley grabbed on to it. I tried not to act paranoid about what I saw, but I tried my best to shrug it off because they are best friends and I thought maybe that's how close they are. We're at the event and that's when I learned I was so depressed. Ashley and Bob stuck together like an obvious couple. I was obviously being ignored by them and I was pretty much getting third wheeled. They hugged, held hands, even kissed in front of my face. Now I had a reason to be depressed and I just pretty much had a mental breakdown. I was quiet, I occasionally walked away from the group and sat by myself. Embracing my sadness, hatred, and confusion. But also evaluating the situation
I learned at the moment that I started having the depression the moment I met Bob. And instead of feeling all the depression hit me like a truck, I slowly transitioned the depression, most likely to save me from the shock of a big boulder of depression hitting me almost instantly. I'd probably pass out from the shock if it turned out that way.
Fast forward to later on in the night, Ashley and I are back in Ashley's house. I go straight to bed, at my peak of depression. That was when I started feeling the bed vibrating again. I decided that I should just pay full attention to the little boy I saw, to distract myself from the earlier events. I asked for the boy's name, in my head. I couldn't hear anything except voices speaking in Japanese (Ashley and her family are Japanese). I can't understand it but I know if it's Japanese when I hear it.). I asked over and over again for the little boy's name until I finally got an English answer. At the time I described it as an old man's voice, the voice told me "It's Devan".
Satisfied from hearing something and finally accepting that I have a gift, I went to sleep.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read all this. I know it was a very long read, I tried to make it as short as possible but at the same time put as much detail as I can.