When I was a little girl I shared a bedroom with my baby brother. I was about 4 years old when I woke up one night to find a man standing over my brother's crib. He didn't look angry or mean, he looked curious and peaceful. I must have gone back to bed and in the morning I told my mother about him. She kind of brushed it off as a bad dream, but as I described what the man looked like, she noticed my description fit that of my grandmother's third husband who died a few years before I was born. I had never met him, never seen a picture of him, or anything like that. When she pulled out an album and showed me the picture I told her that was the man. She couldn't believe it.
About a year or so earlier, while my mother was still pregnant, she (a 2nd grade teacher) sat me on her lap at her desk and showed me her desk calendar. My brother's due date was in mid-June. My mother asked me what day I wanted my baby brother born on, and I looked at the month of May and pointed to the 19th. He was born May 19th just a few months later.
As I got older I didn't experience many things. I used a Ouija board once and "made contact" with whom I thought was my great grandpa. I asked it a question that my friend who was playing with me would not know. It answered correctly. The question was, "what was the name of the plastic dog you made for my mother in the toy factory you used to work in?" the answer was "Farfel". I almost cried as it spelled it out. I remember trying to pull the game piece away from the words because I was scared, but it wouldn't let me. I knew I wasn't spelling it out and I knew my friend wasn't either, because she didn't know the answer.
Recently I moved to NYC with my boyfriend. After an argument we had, I began talking in my head to my recently deceased great grandmother asking her for strength and to teach me how to stay calm like she always was. I obviously did not get an answer. So I went to bed that night assuming it was just me venting.
In the morning I went to work early and later got a phone call from my boyfriend who said that after I left for work, he woke up and when he opened his eyes he saw her standing over the bed looking at him in a stern manor. I was shocked. I hadn't told him I spoke to her and honestly we both hadn't spoken about her for a long time (it had been over a year since her death). I couldn't believe it.
About a year later my friend was sick with cancer. I went to visit him in the hospital. After seeing him so sick I felt I couldn't go back to see him. I was too scared. One night, a little over a month after the visit, I had a random dream about him. In my dream he wasn't talking, he was just following me everywhere I went. When I woke up I said to myself "I have to go visit him, that was a sign". Later that night I received the news that he had died that night, around the same time I was dreaming.
I have dreams, a lot of vivid ones, and they usually end up happening. I get deja vu a lot, and I tend to be able to predict dates of things. Just recently I was looking at a calendar of March and had a strong feeling when I came across the date March 29th. I don't know yet what it means and I am sure I will have a dream that will tell me, but I do know I dread that date now.
I wish to make these visions stronger. I want to be able to know how to channel these things properly. What do I do with these experiences? I've decided I am going to keep a journal of my dreams. Every time I have a dream I tell someone immediately in case something really happens. I don't want people thinking I am crazy or lying about my experiences.
For instance, In the beginning of 2007 I had been having a reoccurring dream that there was an earth quake in NYC and I am trying to get from my office to find my boyfriend at his and get to our home to get out dog, and the Chrysler building falls down. I had this dream twice. I don't know if that means that this is going to happen or not, but I do remember only a few days after I had the dream a second time that steam pipe exploded in Manhattan in front of the Chrysler building.
I remember watching it from my office and thinking to myself, "Oh my God, this was my warning..." (FYI: My boyfriend works right by where this happened). I thought maybe my dream was a warning not to go near that area, especially since I take that very same avenue to get from my office to my boyfriend's when I meet him after work. In fact, the exact bus I take was later pictured in a newspaper sitting right in front of the explosion.
Help! Any advice on how to deal with this?