Well, hello. Let me start by saying I realized I had psychic abilities when I was around 13, meaning I had dreams that predicted the near future (I wished it away as later on I saw murders being committed only to read about it a week or so later, and then they became demonic), clairaudience, empathy, and clairsentience. I knew when something was going to happen just before it did.
I somehow managed to ‘log on’ to other people’s brainwaves unexpectedly for a brief moment or something, and walk near people or places and immediately ‘know’ something is wrong as in paranormal activity and the occasional dream interpretation of a friend’s, which turns out to be true. Oh I guess you could say I am one weird girl! anyhow, let me tell you some of my stories.
I remember having a dream once, where my backyard got infested with a couple of zombies that emerged from our garden area and I was looking at them, confused, when one headed my way. I freaked and backed up against the wall and cornered myself. It was where two walls met at a 90 degree angle. Trying to protect my face, I gave it the cold shoulder, and it bit me on my back shoulder, near my neck. I think it hurt, though I can not remember for sure. The next morning, I went for a shower. And as I was standing there, I looked around back into the mirror and saw the bite mark right where Mr. Undead from the land of dreams bit me… I was a bit startled.
I also had a lot of ‘mini-hauntings’ where objects woud move or get thrown, voices talking, peripheral sightings, in-your-face sightings, doors getting shook violently when I am home alone, cold- and hotspots, running from unseen threats, mist creatures… Long list, I guess.
I also dreamt of my grandmother last year in July on an early Sunday morning. Now, let me say my grandparents live in Durban, our coastal area bordering with the Indian Ocean. I live about 600 km or so away from them. In my dream, I was in my class room at school, talking about heaven knows what, when suddenly it was as though the outside of the classroom became a beach… Durban beach. I was standing up, when suddenly my beloved grandma appeared in the doorway, hands behind her back, smiling happily and lovingly at me. She then said: “Thank you. Thank you and your parents for everything! I love you. Bye.” I was confused but happy.
Just then I woke up by the sound of our phone ringing. I stood up, but heard my dad was on his way already. I glanced at my watch and saw it was 4 am. I was walking sleepily to my bedroom door when I felt a change in the atmosphere, and it was then realized that my dad was unusually quiet for someone that just picked up the phone. I heard him then say ‘thank you’ and put the phone down. Something was amiss in his tone. He came down the hall, and seeing I was up, told me that my grandma had died a couple of minutes earlier. I then recalled the dream that instant, but told them that a few days later. That gave them some peace. Well, that’s all for now! will post some later.