I See How People Of The Past Died In Unusual Circumstances

It is really difficult to know where to start. My first instinct is to jump right in and just blurt out what has been bothering me for about, 20 years now.

I don't actually class myself as psychic, I see it more as 'I have these weird 'things' that happen' or I call them 'dreams', because it is easier; yes I do 'dream' them in my sleep, but I also get them whilst wide awake and doing every day things. I have these 'things' that turn out to be a) real in the future or b) have happened in the past, unknown happenings to me and friends and family, and then become real past happenings that are then shown on television for example.

I have had them happen from when I was a child, as young as I can remember. Things such as dreaming of a whole day, from start to finish, locations I have never been to in my life even seeing landmarks in detail and street name signposts etc even conversations, and then in the near future, going to the locations, saying and doing physically everything in locations I had 'dreamt' about and seeing all the landmarks etc etc.

I will explain an example in detail of one occurrence, that I dreamt about from the past, and just passed the dream off as 'I'm dwelling too much on a stupid dream stop being stupid' whilst still having a gut feeling it does not feel right, and then months down the line, watching a documentary about strange deaths, and my dream unfolding before my eyes in detail.

The reason for this, is so that someone, anyone, can understand maybe, and then maybe help me come to terms with the dawning realization that unhappy dead people, generally people that have had their life taken from them, contact me, for many different reasons, but I do not know how to help them. Generally they want help. Most of the time, I do not know how to help them. The one I have had (and still does reoccur) for 20 years is the one that perturbs me the most.

It makes me cry and I get upset, and frustrated that they can't help me more with information, and the fact that I can't help them.

Just one example to illustrate before I say about the actual 'thing' I've come on here for help with: For 2 years from the age of 13 I had these 'things' I will call them, where asleep and awake I would see in my mind's eye, a lady, from the 1950s, with dark short curly hair, black coat and light coloured driving gloves, driving her car down a country road in America. I do not know how I knew it was in America, I just did. Some things I can't explain how I know, I just do.

The lady is in a black or dark coloured classic 1950's car with white/cream seats. The front seat that the lady sits on, is the type where it is, I can only describe it as a 'sofa seat', there aren't two separate seats, just one big long one as the front seat. (At this point I will add, I hardly 'see' in full colour. Sometimes details are in colour whilst the rest is in black and white. I have only ever had 2 things in full colour).

All of a sudden, the car goes down this embankment thing, off the road, and into a river instead of driving across this simply constructed white bridge over the river. It is as if at this point I am a witness watching her car go off the road, and I am witnessing it from the opposite bank of the river to her.

Then it is like I am in the passenger seat next to her but invisible, and she is panicking like mad as it starts going off course, and then the car goes into the river. She can't get out, or open the windows, or open the doors as the car goes under the water.

As it disappears under the water, it's like, I am out of the passenger seat and viewing her on the outside of the car, as if I am looking right at her through the windscreen, as she screams for help and is panicking. Then black and the 'viewing' ends. I don't see her actually die or dying, just the panicking first parts.

I'm sorry that I may have jumped from past to present tense, but I can still 'view' it the same as I did then, and at the moments of me 'viewing', to me, it is the present, not the past, at the same time as knowing the era of the past if you get me?

One night, I was sat at my Mums, and this odd documentary came on the telly. It was about strange car deaths. I then told my mum the things I had 'viewed'. She looked a bit spun out/weirded out by my 'story' and then said, don't worry about it, maybe dwelling on it makes it more real to me, which I accepted.

Then blow me, the next thing, the next subject on the doc, is about, a lady from the 1950's from America, that for some odd reason, her car just went off the road as if she'd misjudged the bridge and went plunging into the river, in her black car, with her black short hair, and black coat on in the early hours of one morning. My mum looked at me mouth agog, and then at the television again. Bear in mind, this is before the 'worldwide web' etc. The documentary even said she had cream leather driving gloves on. Then it showed her photo and it was her. I still don't know the lady's name now, but she was an actress, on the brink of getting somewhere in the film industry in America, an unknown. It still makes me feel funny, because that was my first, my very first 'thing' to do with dead people.

The one at the minute, is, it is so sad and upsets me. It is in the U.K, around the late 30's early 40's era. It is about two sisters, aged 8 and 6. I do not know what they look like. The reason I don't know what they look like is because I am inside their dead bodies.

To clarify, they can let me inside themselves to view what is happening, I can see the view of what they can 'see' whilst dead. I can't move whilst in them, but they won't let me see their faces or themselves only the world around them. Maybe there is a reason why? If there is, then I am glad I can't see, because I think that could possibly, depending what it is, do my head right in.

The overwhelming thing about it is, all the while they are letting me see, they are saying/pleading "help us, help us find our Mummy, please, we want our Mummy..." It is making me cry now as I write because I am a Mummy myself, and the feeling of despair they throw on me, is astronomical. Plus I want to help them, but for whatever reason, and I can't work out why, they can only show me stuff in a 'dead state' not the events preceding. All I can do, which sounds mental is 'psychically' cuddle them. It is like I can cuddle them, still not seeing them. I can't explain it. I know it sounds crazy, but that's how it is, I can cuddle/console these two dead girls in my mind's eye that I can't actually visually see and give details what they look like, but I can feel, physically, I am cuddling them.

The details: We are in some sort of sack/bag. I can see the sky out the bag and the mans hand holding the bag top but not so as it is closed, therefore why I can see the sky. He has hairy chunky hands. He has a dark coat on, a summer coat. He has a thick neck/wide-ish neck and a dark coloured flat cap on his head.

He is dragging us up a track or path of some kind in the U.K. Countryside. All I can say is that it is the bottom half of Great Britain somewhere, they do not give me any inclination of it being the northern part of Britain nor Ireland nor Scotland or Wales. Generally one or both let me know if I am wrong, and I don't know how I know, I just know it is the bottom half of Great Britain, in the South.

There are random trees that come into view along the path or whatever it is that he is dragging us along. It seems forever that he is dragging us.

He flops us out of the sack/bag thing all of a sudden. (I can swap between bodies, I know it is morbid, but I can. I don't particularly relish that I can, or like it, but I just can). First sister: I am looking at grass, that looks like it could possibly be some sort of natural verge with a woods spread out before me, with no grass growing within the woods. The trees on the whole are thin trunked straggly ones. I know that some are beech trees, because my own self recognizes them as beech trees. I happen to come from the Midlands countryside in the U.K.

I can see that at the very right edge, there are fields at the side, grassy, possibly meadowland? And the path track thing is whitish/very light coloured/light grey type ground, that is uneven and stoney and dusty. It is very very early in the morning, because my face is wet and I can see dew on the grass.

Second sister: I am looking at an expanse of the same dusty ground. Like it opens up. There is a tall fence, wire fencing, at least 6 to 7 foot high (it looks like that to me, remember I am seeing from the eyes of a child) and on the other side of this type of opening up of ground, is this building. A massive one. It is grey to me, but the sister shouts blue, it's blue, the building is blue.

The man has heavy black boots on. And there is a spade.

It annoys me, and I ask them all the time, when I see this awake, 'try and show me more, try and show me him in the woods' but they can't: (The closest they've come to showing me anything extra, is that people nowadays walk their dogs, yards/feet away from their grave, which is a short way into the woods, about three man strides from the verge. People and dogs have actually walked and stood on top of them, and a black Labrador has even urinated on their 'grave' if you can call it that).

For some reason they won't show me his face. I get the feelings from them, they are frightened to show me his face for some reason, or anything before their death. The visions stop there, and they just cry and plead help us, help us find our Mummy, we want our Mummy.

I darent go to the police or anything, I am scared they will think I am some crack pot, and the things they let me see are very vague as in details. There are lots of details, but not the right ones to help the police.

I have tried to look for any clues to any of it on the internet, but nothing has come up. Maybe because it is war time, people assumed something to do with the war happened to them, I don't know, but I can't find anything. It would help if I had names, but they aren't forthcoming with their names.

They try their hardest to help me help them, but maybe things get lost? I don't understand how things 'work', I just know what I am shown and that for some reason they want me to be the one they have picked to show things to.

It has helped writing it down a bit, but tbh I still feel useless to them both, and perturbed and all the things I felt before. I guess it would just help, if somebody, anybody, has or has had something like this particular 'thing' I am plagued by, not that I would wish it on anyone, but at least I am not the only one that has this. Maybe someone can help me in the way of coming to terms with instances when you just can't help them, no matter how much you want to.