Good day to all, I hope that this is all a good read for you. And here we go.
This all happened between awake and sleep until this day I do not know if I saw it or if I was dreaming. I was about 7 years old my parents and I were living in an upper duplex my bedroom window had not balconie or any outside access, nothing under it and not around it.
I was in bed and randomly rolled over and looked out my window and there it was a mans bloody and cut up face then it was just gone.
Now the reason for me not knowing if it was reality or a dream is that 2 days later the exact face that I saw in my window came knocking at my parents door for help because he had just fallen on the train tracks across from our house and split his face. We later found out he was on a day pass from the mental hospital not far from our house. We never did find out why it was our place he came to.
But I was happy that he did. It was that day that I realized that all the small things that I would see and dream that would happen were not all my imagination after all and that I had some kind of sense but I'm not sure exactly what I would call that sense but now at the age of 39 it still happens.
I will dream it will happen I will be having a convo with someone and by the time I get home something from that convo has happened or I run into the same person we were saying we had not seen in years. I don't know what to make of it.
I've been having a lot of different thing happen since then. If you enjoy this one let me know and I could give you all another.
For example, most recently, I had a nightmare that one of my beloved cats, Vera, had fallen off our 3rd story fire escape. I woke up screaming as I held her broken body. Of course first thing I did was seek her out and cuddle the living daylights out of her all the while realizing that the "Vera" of the dream did not look like the real Vera - she is a black and white tux while her dream incarnation was white with gray patches. The next day I was riding with my mother to pick up a scrip from her vet and at the side of the road just out front was a cat that had been hit - this sort of thing always affects me terribly. While my mom went in, I walked back to it to make sure it was really gone and not still in need of help. Through my tears, I saw that it was a white cat with gray patches just like the dream and it had passed. I said a prayer for it and went back to the car.
I have had nearly a dozen little experiences like these - all insignificant and completely at random but I do have some idea of how it feels. I wish I knew how to control or train it.
Welcome again and I look forward to your future contributions.