Nothing has really happened to me until later last year. I was diagnosed with clinical depression and I didn't think it was anything that had to do with psychic abilities. But one day I was sitting in my house alone watching TV and I notice strange noises coming from my parents' room on the upstairs level of my house. The house I live in never makes those noises unless there's someone upstairs, and it's impossible for someone to get into that room unless they go up the stairs or use a ladder from our backyard. Either way, I would've seen someone. The noises continued for about 3 minutes or so and after a while I went into the room to check. No one was there. So I brushed it off as the wind or something like that, even though I knew it would make no sense.
A week later, I'm home alone again, doing homework in our home office, when a tall, dark figure appears in our hallway. I turn away and look again and it's gone. I felt chills but still wrote it off. About three days later, I'm walking my dog at a park that we go to every day. A man in a dark colored wind-breaker, faded jeans, glasses, and a baseball hat walks by me and smiles back. I smile back, thinking that it's just another friendly neighbor. But after a while I continue down the trail with my dog and the man stops to talk to another person at the park. I look down at my dog and look back up after a second; the man in the windbreaker is gone. This was when I realized that I saw people. I thought it was just another sign of my panic attacks but now, things are getting stranger. Earthquakes, volcanoes, floods, oil spills. All the while I have these strange, malicious dreams that have continued for days. One of them was months ago, I was lost in a strange city, looking for my family. A boy with shaggy, black hair over his eyes said he would drive me to them, and all I had to do was call him, but I didn't know his name or his number. In the end of my dream I was attacked. Another dream I had was two nights ago: my friends were kidnapped by some sort of evil man, I had to fight his men off, and I succeeded in hiding from them. While I was running I opened a door and ended up running into a forest. In the forest there were two little girls standing across from each other, each about 10 years old. The forest was just grass, a large tree, and three tree stumps, side by side. One of the little girls looked at the other and said, "They're tearing it all down. Those trees all we have left...".
The most recent dream I had was last night. I was in a book store, reading a book about a doll who was trapped in a mirror and ate people through the mirror. My friend and I accidentally brought the doll back to life and she was after us. I woke up right before she got to me.
But it's not just my dreams that scare me. I can sense people's moods. When people are around me, they become less positive, but only if I directly interact with them. I don't know what I'm doing. And I'm scared. Can anybody please help me?