I've noticed things about myself lately and I've decided to look into myself more. I'm not sure what abilities I may have or if I even have them, but I do have my guesses. So let me start from the beginning.
When I was born, I came close to death. The umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck and all of my blood was going back into my mother. I was born 6 weeks early and I only weighed around 3 pounds. If you're wondering why I'm sharing this information, it's because I've heard that complications during birth can sometimes contribute to having abilities.
When I was in the 3rd grade, there was day at school when I was injured. The morning before the accident I had a really bad feeling that something bad was going to happen. It was telling me that I shouldn't go to school that day. We had gym that day and we were playing a game called "Wall Tag". During the game I was running across the gym and tripped over my feet. I slammed into a wall wrist first and ended up breaking it. When my mother arrived at school to pick me up, she said, "I knew I shouldn't have let you go to school today. I had really bad feeling that something was going to happen."
The following year my grandfather got ill and was hospitalized. The last time I saw him, I had a feeling that was telling me that this was going to be the last time I was going to see him. The feeling was in the pit of my stomach and I will never forget what it felt like. That visit was the last time I ever saw him before he died.
The year following that, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was in gym class when I was called for check out. When I got to the office, I saw my grandmother. She told me my mother wasn't doing so well, and I needed to see her right away. I had never seen my mother so sick. As I watched my family sitting around her bed, that feeling that something bad was going to happen returned. It was the same feeling that had I felt the last time I had seen my grandfather. I tired to ignore it and I tired to blame it on being in a hospital setting. Two days later, she died.
In the summer that followed, I refrained from staying at my house. I would often stay over at my grandmother's house. One day, my grandma told me that my cousin Sandy and her two children: Corina and Brandon, where coming to visit. I was excited because I hadn't seen them in several years. During the time I was waiting for them to come in, I took a nap. In my dream, I kept seeing Sandy walking with a girl I didn't recognize. The girl had gorgeous long hair with highlights. She come up to me and said, "Would you like some candy?"
When I awoke from my dream, I saw that girl staring at me. She said "Would you like some candy," as she waved some candy in my face. At first, I thought I was still dreaming, so I rolled back over until I realized I wasn't dreaming. The girl that was looking at me was Corina. I hadn't seen her in years. I had no idea of how she would have looked then and even I had, I wouldn't have been able to have known where in her hair the highlights would have been.
In the years that followed, I noticed that I had an extremely high empathy level. And also, when I think about something happening, it will happen. Whenever someone calls the house, I normally know who it is automatically. I will sometimes get the feeling I'm going to see someone I hadn't seen in a while, and then I bump into them shortly afterwards. I often wake up right before the alarm clock goes off in the morning, even when its set to a time I normally don't get up at.
I normally know when something is going to fall over. Like if someone leaves a glass of water on the table, I sometimes get the feeling that its about to fall over, then it does. Recently, when I was working on my comic book at the lunch table, I had the feeling that something was about to spill all over the table. I held my sketchbook close to me and watched everyone at my table. Suddenly, the girl sitting in front of me spilled her fruit punch all over the table. Lucky, I was able to protect my book from getting wet.
About a year ago, I was at my cousin Sandy's house. I was hanging out with my cousin, Brandon, during the visit. They had moved in a house not too far from us about a year or two earlier. I have always felt a strong connection to Brandon. Whenever I talked to him, I felt like I was talking to myself. We even had the same birthday, the only difference was I was born 4 years before he was. From the moment I walked into the house, I could feel that something bad was going to happen. The same feeling that I had felt the last time I had seen my grandpa and mom had returned. Something was telling me that this was the last time I was going to see Brandon. I kept telling myself that I was overreacting. I had no reason to be worried for him. He was a healthy 14 year old. So, why would I have to worry about him? Nevertheless, the feeling kept growing as the night went on. I tired to hang on to every word that he said as I watched him play Guitar Hero. I watched how the light played off of his face. It got to the point that I started crying but I whipped away my tears so he didn't see. I didn't want to tell him what I was feeling. I didn't want him to worry or scare him and I was afraid that maybe I was wrong. Maybe nothing was wrong at all. 3 weeks later, Brandon died. I feel so guilty. Maybe if I had said something to him, he would still be alive.
Within the past few months I've started to have these daydreams. When I have them, I'm hit with the most terrible feeling that makes me want to fall to me knees. It makes me feel sick to my stomach and extremely dizzy. I cannot, however, seem to remember the daydreams afterwards. Today, I went to the local Hot Topic to get some fairy wings for my Halloween costume. I asked the lady who worked there about something and when she responded, I got hit with that terrible, dizzy, feeling. I was positive I had that conversation before in one of my daydreams from a few days earlier. I had just forgotten about it... To be honest; I don't even remember what the woman said to me. When I get hit with these daydreams I have the feeling that I've had them before. I've been thinking about it, maybe these daydreams are really visions of some sort? I don't know, maybe I'm over thinking things.
When I have spoken to my grandma about some of these feelings, most of the people on her side of the family have these same characteristics; mainly, sensing that someone's going to die soon. Maybe it runs on my mom's side of the family. I don't know... I know that it doesn't run on my dad's side. He doesn't believe a word I say about any of this. So I can't even talk to him about it. Many of the people on my mom's side of the family have had paranormal experiences. I haven't really seen anything yet, but I can feel things.
Any advice is greatly appreciated. Thanks!