When I was between the ages of 10-12, my parents bought a house in the woods of Renton. It was a lovely place with plenty of acreage. Our neighbor was a "crazy horse lady", so to speak, and she had near 10 miniature horses, and chickens that seemed to never stop reproducing. It was a blast for me growing up next to that. However... Some very weird things happened. I'll start out with the reoccurring dream, and please don't laugh. It was terrifying.
This dream was of a white, gloved hand- think Adams Family, but with a fancy white glove. It would chase me around the house, sometimes it would hide from me and jump out of rooms. When it caught me, here it is folks, it would TICKLE ME. It was absolutely horrifying and even thinking about it now, it still makes the pit of my stomach hurt. I had this dream all the time, my one and only recurring dream. It stopped when we moved away and I never had it again. I still don't understand why the heck I'd have a dream like that, repeatedly.
Another time as I tried to fall asleep I was staring at a picture of a little me, sitting at a picnic table. The picture was hung on the hallway wall just outside my door. As I was looking, little me started to thump her fists up and down on the table, one by one. I heard nothing, but I blinked, rubbed my eyes, closed them, it didn't matter... Eventually the little me stopped or I fell asleep. I remember inspecting it in the morning because it was so strange.
My mom once heard me call out "mom", but nobody else was home.
During this time I also had an out of body experience while staying at a friend's house. After that experience, I began to feel "sucked" out of my body at random times. It scared me very much and I willed with all my might to "stay". My dad used to get upset with me as well because he would tell me to do a chore, I would reply, and then never do it. The problem was, I had no recollection of him ever speaking to me because I was dead asleep, and yet according to him, I was wide eyed and lucid. I don't remember a large chunk of the 6th grade at all and I have a fantastic memory.
The only logical explanation that I can come up with is that I was dissociating. My parents divorced that year and my mom moved out, and aside from her leaving, it didn't upset me very much. I've also never felt that dissociating feeling again after moving out of there.
I still have dreams about this house. In my opinion they are more like nightmares but... Nothing ever happens, they're quite mundane. I'm just standing there or walking around and that's it.
I've never really told anyone most of this, and I would really love some input. I have always wondered if it could have been more than a rational explanation. I do not know the history, and the only thing I ever mentioned to my parents was the dream, once, and obviously they thought it was pretty silly to be afraid of.
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When parents are getting divorced it's very stressful on the child (ren) and can cause a myriad of emotions. You internalized everything and because you were at the age that your hormones started to run amok and obviously started to get abilities that you don't understand you came to the right place.
I agree with Rook about the picture of the younger you pitching a fit. Your anger manifested the banging of fists and shaking your head.
The out of body experiences might have come from the natural feeling of fight or flight. While in your waking you were keeping your chin up so to speak.Fight. But while you slept your inner turmoil you just wanted to run. From everything your parents put you through nobody could blame you.
You say that you don't remember a large chunck of the 6th grade. That's from the stress you were going through. I had a lousy childhood and don't remember a huge chunk of it. But I grew up and married a wonderful man and have a fantastic memory now. I do remember when I was a teenager volunteering at the local hospital with my older sister. We each volunteered 1 or 2 days in Central Sterile Supply and one day in the Coffee Shop. Always the same day same department. The manager of the Coffee Shop and other people always got us confused even though her hair was kind of medium brown and she has green eyes my hair has always been the color of a horse chestnut and my eyes dark brown. One of us would walk past the manager first then the other. Every single time the manager would say you just walked past me. Everyone else in the Coffee Shop would have a good laugh.
Deja vu is something I've only experienced once or twice and they were of places I visited but felt as if I was there before but never was.