Ever since I can remember, I have always been open to the spiritual side of things. I'm not sure how old I was, maybe 8 years old or something. I had a dream about my mothers aunt, Michelle, she was in a bathroom and her head had been hit on the bathtub, which means there was blood on the bath, she seemed dead to me. The next day my mom was crying and I didn't know why, so I asked and turns out her aunt Michelle had been found dead in the bathroom. I later found out she had had a drug overdose and she hit her head on the side of the bath. I did nothing of it, thinking that my dream might have been a coincidence.
When I was about 11 years old, the same type of dream occurred. This time, it was my mom's grandfather, so it made him my great-grandfather. In my dream, he was sitting in a hospital bed looking up in a corner of the room and this big light lid up the whole room, he looked towards the light and he slowly passed away. The next day, I came back from school, my mom told me he was dead. I later found out that his daughter (my moms aunt) had came into the room and saw him looking in a corner and then he passed away. Again, I did nothing of it, thinking that it was just another coincidence.
At the age of 12, the same thing happened but this time, it was my mom. I went to bed that night around 9pm and I dreamt of my mom not being able to breathe, having an asthma attack and her puffer was empty, when I looked up at the clock, it was 11pm, so I helped her and put a wet towel around her neck, started up her oxygen machine and sat her down, but, she fell on the floor, her lungs collapsed on her... She didn't make it. I woke up because my mom was screaming my name over and over again, "Jen, Jen...Jen!" and so I ran downstairs, I looked up at the clock, it was 11pm, my mom's puffer was empty, she couldn't breathe and she was having an asthma attack, I sat her down, started up her oxygen machine and her lungs collapsed on her, and just like my dream, she didn't make it. After seeing my mom's death in my dreams and then actually living it, I started to wonder what this "predicting" peoples deaths was all about. I talked about it with my grandmothers and certain people but I never knew why it happened.
At 16 years old, I had another dream, this time, it was my best friend's grandmother. In my dream, her and I were just sitting at a table talking about how she loved her life, she spoke of it as if she was already dead and I noticed that she kept tapping her hand on her leg as she was talking. I woke up, did nothing of it and at 3pm, my friend texted me to tell me her grandmother had passed away. I told my friend about the dream I had and how her grandmother was tapping her hand on her leg and turns out, she did that all the time.
A year later, when I was 17, I dreamt of a boy that went to my school, he was just a year younger than me and in my dream we were in a classroom and he came up to me, poked me and said "I'm a ghost" and I was surprised and I said "what?" and he said "I'm dead", he smiled and he sat back down. The next day I was studying for my exams and my brother came running in the house telling me one of his buddies was at the hospital after crashing his skidoo on the lake, I asked him if it was Matt and he said it was. He was really surprised that I knew. Then my brother wanted to call Matt's family to ask if he was alright, I told him Matt didn't make it, he got mad at me for saying that and called anyways, he soon found out that, like I had said, Matt didn't make it.
That same year, just a couple of months later, I dreamt of an elderly man in his coffin and I had no idea who that man was, I kept hearing people crying so I looked at my left and I saw one of my teachers with her family, I figured it was her dad. I woke up, went to school and noticed that my teacher wasn't there and later that night I found out that her dad had passed away. I still wasn't sure if it was her dad because I didn't even know how he looked. So I called her and I described the man in my dreams and she started to cry, she said that it was in fact her dad and his name was Regis. But this time was different, her dad kept coming to me every single night in my dreams to give me messages for his daughter; my teacher. Some messages were things I would have never known about him. It was really weird compared to what I was used to. I was also having everyone's emotions, I had my teachers emotions and her fathers emotions, It's like I was grieving. If ever my teacher wasn't alright, I would know. So this went on for about a month and then it stopped. But fathers day, her dad came to me again to give her a message. It's like he comes now and then just to check up on her and tell her he's alright. I figured out that her dad came to me because he had hung himself and he just wanted to make sure that his family knew that it wasn't their fault or because he didn't love them, he did it because he was tired of being sick.
Again, a couple of months later, I started seeing the boy I had dreamt about earlier this year...Matt. And he came to me saying he was stuck "in between", he couldn't cross over because his family wasn't at peace with his death. I had messages coming for his best friend, which he was in love it, for his parents and for his sister. I saw him only a couple of times but I would mostly sense him and I would get his messages through my thoughts, I'd sense his pain and the family's pain and so on. So I decided to do good with this so called "gift" and I decided to talk with his parents and help them get through this. Although it was weird at first because I had never met his parents, I felt comfortable around them.
It was only recently that Matt's mom and I figured out together that maybe it's my mom who's been sending me these spirits because she was always connected to them somehow. My mom had already dated George in highschool and George is Regis' son. She was also best friends with Lise in highschool and Lise is Matt's mom. My mom was always the type of person to help her friends in need, if ever somebody meant something to her in her lifetime, no matter how many years later or who that person has become, she would be there to help them and now it's like she's helping them by sending me their loved ones. She's helping them through me.
Now, I would just like to know if anybody else is like this? I've always wondered why only this year I've been able to contact them after their deaths, you know, not only seeing them in my dreams the day before. Just let me know what you guys think.
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