I want to say, I haven't been scared or under any stress at the time of these occurrences. It happens right after I turn off the lights and television, so I know it's not me going in and out of sleep or anything like that. I am wide awake being very aware of my surroundings.
These images and such do not follow my normal patterns of imagination. I can't really explain it any better than that. You'd have to know me and my mind to understand that. I promise to you I wouldn't even post these things if I thought it could more than likely just be my imagination. The proof may come in its own time. But for now, all I have to go on is what I see and hear.
I believe this "gift" that I may or may not have may be finally developing. It might all be a very WILD imagination, but there is no way I could just make up some of this stuff. The way the images start out so simple, and then unfolds is very strange to me. It's normally just random things flashing, but this is so different. It's like they know I would be scared if it all came at once.
I started seeing this image of these hands turning some kind of crank. One hand is still while the other is turning in a clockwise rotation. I was just thinking it could be some type of churn or something. I had no clue. Then the image began to widen and became clearer. It was an old type of hand drill. I didn't realize there was any importance to this image at the time.
Then the "spirit" started to come forth. I then understood what the drill was being used for. This man was suspended on some type of thin wall like a plywood board. His arms were stretched out like as on a cross. The arms went behind the board at the elbows and were tied off through other holes in the board. These two other men began using this hand drill and puncturing through the board through this man's hands. It was as if they were crucifying him in a very horrifying way. Once they had the holes drilled through the plywood and through his hands, they ran cord/wire through and tied it off.
I began to ask this man, "Why did they do this to you?" He replied "Because I am a homosexual".
Back in those times, and even some places today, being gay wasn't exactly accepted or tolerated by many. These men were probably regarded as heroes by fellow co-workers, those afraid of being "sexually harassed" by this gay man. But that is just speculation. I want to say this happened in the 1950's. I don't know why, it's more of a feeling than just a guess, and that is somewhat confirmed by the hand drill they were using. These men were torturing this man for being gay. Nothing more, nothing less. He told me the two men were co-workers. They were good friends before, and one day he decided to tell them about this secret he'd been keeping from them, thinking they wouldn't feel any different about him. He was very wrong.
I asked him how they killed him. He told me that they just beat him to death while he was suspended on that board, calling him all kinds of derogatory names and cursing him to hell. Hitting him in the face with tools, bare hands, and pretty much anything they could pick up. I didn't see any other images of this experience other than the beginning where his hands where being drilled through.
I think this was more for my protection. He didn't want me to see the worst of it. The rest was told to me by him. I felt bad at this point, and not just because of what happened to him, but because I was almost completely ignoring him thinking about writing this story today. And I wasn't doing much to help him.
I kept apologizing over and over saying that I was sorry this happened to him. He didn't want my apologies though. He wanted these men to pay for what they did. He told me they were still alive today. They are old men now, with families and grandchildren. I told him that they would pay in their own time. If not on this earth, then when they stand before their maker. I don't think that comforted him much. He said he wants to cause them as much misery as they did him, but I told him that would not make things any better. He began to fade after that, and I heard nothing more.
I hope I did SOMETHING to help this person. I felt so bad about ignoring him, being so selfish, and thinking only about how great this is going to be for a story. I'm pretty sure he was upset about that. I even apologized to him about it. He didn't seem to mind, but I realize I will have to work on that. I was lucky he didn't just leave after that.
But now I'm rambling. I'll let this discussion continue in the comments. Thank you for reading and your opinions are welcome.