The Power of Dreams

As a child, I always believed in angels and god. I used to speak aloud and pray, knowing they would help me in a time of need, and they usually did. But as I became a teenager, life got hard, so I thought if they really existed they wouldn't let me suffer. One day I decided it was all BS and for a couple years, I thought I was right.

Then I started having these really strange, realistic dreams, usually waking me up with a panic attack. I would often dream of my room, as if I was laying in bed with my eyes open, thinking I was awake until I would see someone in the corner screaming at me, my door open with someone standing in the doorway or the strangest, seeing myself crawling on the floor then bashing my head on my dresser (other things but I'm not going to mention them all) I'd always wake up in a panic, but was relieved it was just a dream. I told my mom about it, hoping she would shed some light on the situation but just said it was just anxiety. So eventually I looked it up and figured it was just lucid dreaming. I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn't control it.

Then I started to hear things. Just as I was getting used to the weird visuals, I start hearing sounds. The first one was, I think it's called, a waltz song. It was very faint but then it got louder and louder until I had to wake up because it was unbearable.

another time it was the sound of a dentist drilling teeth.

And then it suddenly went all away for about a year.

This summer my mom suggested I meditate to help with my bad insomnia. It was the first time I heard about it and was like, what do I have to lose? She told my I might see pictures and people talk and things like that but just to let them go and I'd eventually fall asleep. And it worked! Until I started having those dreams again.

But this time, I wasn't afraid, I was actually looking forward to them and the more I embraced them, the more detailed and long they got. For three nights in a row I dreamt about a guy I hadn't spoken to in a year and the day after the last dream, he contacted me saying he couldn't stop thinking about me. Then I kept dreaming about an elderly man in my house (who my sister and I have seen, a spirit, on several occasions but our mom said it was just our imagination) and my mom finally admitted there was a spirit of a man in our house. I also often dream about a white house/cottage in the woods with a secret passing, I have for years. But I'm still not used to the sounds. The other day I heard a record go on and this strange jazzy olden day song played and it freaked me out or when I heard a little voice say "I'm not ready to die"

I've also always known someone was in need of support or help without them ever asking. I have even already called old friends out of the blue after years of not talking to find out something tragic just happened to them.

My grandmother was a medium and my mom has a very strong intuition, so there's a chance it may have been passed on. I'm still not sure if these are all coincidence and I just have a very vivid imagination.

Comments and opinions would be very much appreciated.

thank you