My Classroom Cave In Experience

Some parts of my childhood while growing up. Before things became complicated.

It all started before I was 5 years old, in my old house that I lived in with my family. I used to have horrible nightmares about things I didn't understand until I grew a bit older. I didn't realize my dreams weren't like other people's. I believed everyone was having similar dreams of wars like I did.

When I was between 5-7 years old, I believed in things that I didn't know people didn't. I was a hypersensitive girl to my surroundings. I was used to seeing my guardian angel smile at me from time to time. I was seeing shadows here and there and knew to stay away from them. I had "imaginary friends" who were like my babysitters to me. I saw small creatures scurry away during the middle of the night.

It wasn't until I started school when I finally realized I was different. I had a habit of telling my dreams to my siblings, so I also told them to my classmates. They had always fascinated me. I was curious about their own and asked each of them and they told me theirs were nothing like mine. I began to worry and think there was something wrong with me. None of them could see the different lights and shadows around us. Every day they had me tell them my dreams. It was sad to think that to them, they were just stories. I couldn't tell them when I was getting bruises for my clumsiness, even in my dreams. I had to lie to all of them, and began to push away the spirits that I had as friends. It hurt to do so. I knew if I hadn't, people would have thought I was crazy. I feared what they would have done to me. It was already hard enough not to tell my family the nightmares I began to have when we moved into our new house.

When we were older, sometime around 4th grade, they all started to believe me. Mostly because of the incident that happened in our third year when I dreamt that my brother's classroom across from me had caved in when they went to recess. My instincts were screaming at me, so I insisted on telling everyone and my teacher to let us go out for recess earlier than she had planned. We went, and as I told my story I told them that something seemed to be missing that I hadn't grasped.

I dreamt that while my brother's classroom went out for recess my class was having Math and we felt a bit envious of them. But than as I looked over to my brother's empty classroom through their wide open door. I saw their classroom ceiling begin to crumble and than everything caved in. I screamed and shouted. Afterwards my teacher had sent somebody to go tell my brother's teacher outside the playground what happened to their classroom. And than I woke up.

Suddenly, after I finished telling the story, one of my classmate-friends Trisa came running over to us to tell us that our classroom ceiling had caved in. Everyone had looked over at me-then away-and I knew then that not only did they believe me, but they were also a bit afraid of me. Also realized things had happened vice versa in reality from my dream. They knew I was honest and protective of them, so they began to get used to my predictions that would come true. I felt safe around them and began to become more curious of the things I could do. At the time I had no idea about the dangers that could happen. I only knew I had to be cautious around others. By then I was able to use my abilities to my advantage.

I had started to learn to use them when I was 7 years old. By the time I was 8 I had a mentor who could use astral projection (well, it was more like his metaphysical spirit). During my recess period I had to keep journals and destroy them at the end of the day. He was persistent in training me, telling me from my dreams about an old friend had sent him to teach me. He told me that this old friend was worried that I couldn't handle using my abilities and that later on I would have another that would be already hard enough to handle.

I had no idea what he meant and didn't know then that the "hard-enough" ability I would obtain is an empath's, at the end of my 4th grade year. So I trained but was annoyed by Master's teachings. (Of course that was one of his stipulations that I must call him by.) We were annoyed by each other. During the times he left early during our lessons I had gone off exploring in spirit, with my spirit-kin friends. That had been the beginning of when my shivering instincts were warning me of the dark experiences that reminded me of my nightmares when I was a child.