For over a year now, I have been very aware of dreams, and other 'extrasensory' intuitions. For as long as I can remember, when I am alone, I often hear my name being called out, all around me. Sometimes it is one voice, sometimes many at once. Sometimes the voice or voices are desperate, sometimes demanding, sometimes they yell, and sometimes they whisper. I concentrate on listening to what they want to say, and sometimes even ask out loud what they are calling me for. Unfortunately, I usually don't get any farther with them than that.
Hearing the voices has become common for me, to the point that I don't even think about it anymore. What has been nagging at me is these next two experiences:
When my boyfriend and I started talking about marriage, I started looking online for dresses, places to be wed, etc. Together my boyfriend and I planned our wedding party. When it got to the Flower Girl, he wanted his 10 month old niece to be in the wedding party. I agreed, as I loved the girl to bits, and we knew she would be old enough to walk down the isle when the day came.
As I continued to plan though, I could not picture this little girl in the wedding. On the internet, there was a web site in which I could create my wedding party and dress them as I pleased; it even allowed the option of defining each person's facial features, body figure, and hair colour. Again, when I got to dressing the flower girl and detailing her figure, face, and hair, I could not imagine what she may look like, which is something I can usually do when I see younger people.
I continually encountered times when I needed to plan ahead or imagine this girl in her older years, and I could not do it. I had strong intuition to not buy her clothes or presents for future events such as her birthday or christening. In February of this year, the little girl passed away. I haven't talked to my boyfriend about this, nor did I when I had the strong senses that she would not be present in our futures.
This event shook me, and the next experience I will describe is what pressed me to seek others opinions.
I work in a nursing home, and hold the residents dear to my heart. One night, about two weeks ago, I dreamed that one of the residents was telling me "She's gone. She's found the place... She's left us". He told me over and over, that 'she' was gone. When I woke, I made a mental note to check in with the nurses at work to see if anyone had passed. When I got to work, everyone was fine. I shook off my dream, deciding it was nothing. Though, less than one hour after I had arrived for my shift and learned that everyone was fine, a nurse came running down the hall pushing a woman in a wheelchair back to her room.
The nurse called for my help. We laid the resident in her bed, and that evening, she passed away.