All my life I always knew that there was something different about me and my family. I think that the first time that I ever questioned what it was I was 6 or 7 years old. My family was living in a house in Wakefield Mass. It was a two story 3 bedroom house, only there was something odd about the second bedroom upstairs. It was my little brother's room.
My youngest brother was about 1 and my other brother was 5. Jacob (the 5 year old) would not sleep in the bedroom he slept in the downstairs living room and Triston (the 1 year old) cried all night and every night until my parents let him sleep with them. One night my mother told Jacob that I would sleep in the room with them. I thought, "OK, that's fine" I just thought my little brother was weird and Triston was just a baby. So I made my spot on the floor and went to bed. A few hours passed and I woke up to a Barney toy turning on and off by itself. The toy, as for as I know, was broken. I looked at it for a second and didn't know why it was doing that. I rolled over to face the closet (which had no door) and there was a dark figure standing in the doorway of the closet. It started to walk towards me. Needless to say I got up and ran to my room! I woke up my sister Mikala and of course she did not believe me (and teased me for god knows how long for being afraid of the dark.) I'm not sure what IT was, but IT was not good. That was the first time I ever questioned what was so different about me.
Since that night there have been many other instances where I have seen people and THINGS. One of the more recent was Christmas last year. I was in South Carolina visiting my aunt. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. I got up and as I crossed the hall and I looked over and there was a little boy standing in the middle of the hall. He looked at me and waved. Now, one thing you have to remember is that I am no longer phased by seeing things like this, so I waved back and kept going, if it's not causing me harm, and I don't get a bad vibe from it, so be it.I'll say hello if it comes down to it.
Other then seeing people who are no longer of the living status, a year and a half ago I started having dreams. Not just dreams where I was skipping on clouds, but dreams of entire days of my life. For example, I will have a dream of a particular day, and a few days later, this "dream" happens. What's unusual is I can tell you everything about every detail of this dream, down to what color underwear I'm wearing. I guess one good thing is, no matter what you do, everything has the same outcome. For instance, I had a dream that I was in a car accident at the top of a steep hill I have to travel up on my way home, thus when the morning came and I knew what was going to happen, I traveled a different way home. I still got into an accident with the same person as I had in my dream. When we got out of the car and were exchanging information I said something to the effect of. "Well Anthony, we'll have to see what insurance can do about this." he looked at me odd, I then realized he had never told me his name.
I'm not sure why this is happening or how. I am very confused about the entire situation. What is even more odd is the past few weeks, I've started having dreams about other people who I don't even know. And I feel like I'm there watching this person's day. I feel like I am awake, but I'm not because I wake up and I'm in my bed. I've done research of pre-recognition and I have not read anything about people dreaming about entire days of their or other peoples lives.
More recently I found out that my whole family is like this. My Great Great Grandmother was full Indian and she was known throughout her community as a healer, so was my uncle Henry. My aunt claims to be an empath. My mother says that she doesn't see dead people, but they talk to her at night. I think my Great Grandmother (she is still alive) can astral project because there was one instance where I was sleeping one night and woke up to her stroking my hair. She told me she loved and missed me and then vanished. She lives 1000 miles away from me. I have yet to discover anything about my grandmother. Is this sort of the Inherited?
I guess I'm just not sure what gift or ability I have. I don't know what to call it and I can't find anything about people dreaming entire days about themselves or other people. Can anyone help me? Can anyone shed light on what I am experiencing?
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For me. I think abilities can be inherited, but there is also the theory out there that everyone has abilities some just acknowledge and use, or some have a built in or instinctive ability to open up and use their abilities, and others do not and have to be taught or they block it out because of the people in their environment.