I do not claim to be psychic or a medium or whatever but I do know that I seem to see things others can't. Ever since I was a little girl I have been known to react to/see things before they happen.
In the spring of 2001 is when the visions I guess seem to have started. I was about 7 or 8 years old, when I was in the pool alone with my mother watching me from the deck and I started singing about a Hussein and another man and how they would scare America. My mother got a little worried and asked me what I was talking about and I told her that one of them men would take an air plane and scare America. Which then was accompanied by me getting pulled out of the pool and taken upstairs to my bed and being checked for a fever. That I did not have. My mother is the type to ignore a problem so she just kind of brushed it off. Then September 11 happen and my elementary school was right across the street and she took me home and showed me what happened on TV. And she told me (which I hardly remember). Me laughing and telling my mom that the man from my song had done that to the buildings. And ever since then really I been feeling and seeing things that others can't.
I know the second when someone walks into a room how they feel and sometimes I can feel what they are without even talking to them. Now this has came in handy working in the restaurant business.
But my real problem is what I think is happening with things that happened in the past and it seems to be getting worse. I have always ever since I first been able to talk been talking to what my mother refers to as imaginary friends which as a young child is normal. But not when it comes to teens. Ever since I started experiencing traumatic things in my life I have been what it feels like is being followed. I think I see things that look as real as me and you and hear things that sound real when they aren't there.
Maybe it's from me just always being weird and lonely. And being obsessed with death and paranormal. Maybe I'm going crazy but they have gotten into my dreams, the things I see in my house.
For the past few months now every dream I have had seems to be about death. About me dying in a few ways. Depending on where I sleep it seems like. When I'm at my house I die by going crazy and there is a black guy in a blue jumpsuit there when everything goes white. I get the same feeling from him as I do when I walk in my hallway or the bathroom or basement. Then the other dream is me having a heart attack at work and there is a bright entity with blonde hair and tall and a light blue shirt, and he radiates light. And this is the thing I feel and see whenever I get super depressed or stressed or angry that seems to want to comfort me.
If anyone can help me understand. I would be so happy and willing to listen.
P.s- my aunt and my great grandmother seem to have the same problem as me. My aunt had her kids taken away from her. And my great grandmother was an outcast because of it. Could I have got it from them?