Listening to people talk about dreams or some strange experience they have had has always been part of my life. See, I am Greek and we are somewhat dramatic and superstitious. Ever since I was little, I remember people calling my house to ask my mom to check them for evil eye. She would do her little thing which consisted of her sitting somewhere and talking to herself, (you wouldn't hear anything, just see her lips moving), and then she would start yawning really bad or nothing at all. After that, she would call them and let them know the results. Almost like a doctor giving house calls. If the person had evil eye she would tell them to go wash their face and then she would go wash hers. If you were lucky enough to be in her presence when she was doing this, and you had evil eye, she would spit on you three times and then you would have to go wash your face.
My mother would always tell me that some people get the evil eye easier than others. The evil eye could be given if someone is jealous of you or if they are admiring you. Then there are also people who cast the evil eye. Most of the time they don't even know they are doing it. I was always someone that would always get the evil eye. Anytime there was some event that we had to go to and we were dressed up nicely, I would start feeling sick. It never failed. My mother would do her magic and poof... I would start to feel better.
I never really gave this any thought. Just like I said, this was normal. It's just recently that I am starting to pay attention to things.
This is where MY experience begins. One of the first things I remember was being about 16 or 17. I was dreaming, and in my dream I saw my father running away from what seemed to be my car. My car was tumbling at him with great speed but it was also in flames. Behind the car were also zombies. Basically they were all chasing my dad. They would almost catch him, but he would escape. Then I woke up, with the phone ringing. On the phone was my dad telling me he had gotten in a real bad car accident with my car. He said that the accident was so bad that he should of been dead but escaped with not even a scratch on him!
I've been doing things like that ever since I can remember. I've had a dream where I saw one of my brothers' friends wife. (I'm not close to them in any way and nor do I ever see them). Well I saw her walking down the street pushing a stroller. The next day when I was talking to my brother he told me his friend called him today and said they were having another child.
More recently I had a dream of 2 of my friends who are sisters. I hadn't seen or spoken to them in over a year. Well, I saw them in my dream and my mother told me to go in the house and take care of them. She also told me to keep them away from their mother. I remember going into a room and there were my two friends. The one was especially angry. When I looked out the window I saw their mother coming towards the house looking really angry. Well anyway, I woke up, didn't think anything of it. I went for a walk with my husband that evening and when I came home, my daughter told me my friend had called me, and that it was urgent to call her back when I came home. When I called, she was crying hysterically saying she had finally told her mother she was dating someone and that they were serious. The man she was dating was black and her mother flipped out and was threatening to kill herself! She told me, I was the only one she could tell this to, and I would understand...see...she is Greek too and just like I said, they could be quite dramatic.
My newest experiences have been different. Three times within this past year I have seen flashes of jewelry. Let me explain. When I closed my eyes one day to fall asleep all of a sudden I started seen flashes of jewelry pieces. It was as if you took a close up of them and it was going off like a slide show in my head. I could see every detail, but it would happen so quickly that I couldn't draw them. Just like I said, it has happened three times. The last one, I remember seeing a piece and I explained it in detail to my husband. I even drew it. About a week later we went to this festival and there was this woman there that had her own stand. She design her own jewelry. All of a sudden I remembered my visions and decided to ask her about the jewelry business. Maybe it meant I needed to go into jewelry?! She gave me a card that had her website on it. The next day I was looking through her site and there it was... My design... I actually yelled for my husband to see! The only thing I could say was that I felt angry. Angry because it felt like that was mine, angry because I don't understand what I am doing and if I really have a gift. I just don't understand, it just happens I don't know how to control it.
Am I just another Greek who has a story to tell?