As a young child, I would say between the ages of 6 and 7, I always felt like I didn't belong here on earth. I felt almost alien. And would feel like I just wasn't me, I'd stare in the mirror and think "I don't feel real, I'm not real, that's not me," or when bad things happened "this isn't really happening, nothing is real." I would also constantly stare at my hands and arms wondering, is this really me? Am I really here?
I have sister three years younger than I. And I can clearly remember telling her "you know we're all dead, this is where we go when we die." She would say "no we're not!" I'd continue and say "seriously, I died in a car accident, how did you die? How did you get here?" she would then become upset and run crying to my mother. I could envision a red car crashed into a brick wall. Which in my teen years I dreamt of, then passing by on the city bus through a road with a long brick wall filled with graffiti, I had the same image pop into my head. It looked like and reminded me of that dream. I've always wondered if perhaps I was right when I was younger and said I died in car accident, maybe in a previous life? Or if it was just all part of my imagination as a young kid.
Sorry to drag this on but I feel this might be somewhat relevant information.
I had an uncle pass away at the age of 9. My mother didn't take it very well at all. One day while taking an afternoon nap, I dreamt my mother and I were at the cemetery, both on our knees praying on his grave. Then he came floating from the left side of the sky and spoke to me. I don't remember his exact words but I remember him telling me to tell my mom that everything was alright, that he was ok, she didn't have to be in pain, and to let him rest in peace. I said ok as my mom continued to pray and as he was floating back up in the sky I yelled "look mom it's my uncle look!" As she turned I woke up. Scared, I ran to the living room where she sat holding her down and told her what I had just dreamt. She lit a candle for him and told me that ever since that day, she finally felt at peace. About 5 years later I finally went to the cemetery where my uncle was buried, a place I never been to. And was shocked to see that it was the exact same place as in that dream. From his flat tombstone and it's placement, to the grey brick wall and the tree that stood next to his grave. I can still remember it vividly.
This is my first time posting here, I decided to post this with hopes of finding some type of answers, to help me understand this much better. I would like to know what you think.