I happen to be looking for a place to share a disturbing dream. I was walking down a New York City street filled with the classic brownstone buildings, although I’ve never been to NYC. I was on a cell phone, talking to my wife when I came to a home of someone I knew, or at least I was confident I knew (however, never met this person). I opened the gate to go into the lower level and paused, thinking, “no, she isn’t back yet”. So I close the gate and continue on.
This is where things get really strange. As I continue on, I walk past a set of steps and hear a door open, but not storm door. At this point I’m thinking, “ok maybe she is home and I start to open the storm door, but through the glass I see her sitting on the floor, this woman I knew but never met. As I do she is looking up at me angrily shouting at me to close the door, she “isn’t home yet”.
Startled, I back out and shut the door, completely confused. To recap, I went to visit a woman I knew but have never met, she was there but screamed at me to leave because she wasn’t there yet. If you are lost at this point, join the club.
I continue on down the street and apparently am home, a place which I’ve never been but my wife was there and it felt like home. A couple of minutes later we are lying on a bed in a narrow room with an old box tv directly across from us. The bed is situated running the length of the room, pushed back against the wall because the room isn’t more than 8 ft wide. On either side of the tv is a 3ft wide window with curtains over the window. Then we fall asleep watching tv. I feel her move and hear a rustle. I look up and see the window nearest our head is open, there is someone in the room, my wife is sitting up between me and the stranger and I can’t see their face. I’m pinned between the wall and my wife and can’t move.
Suddenly, I wake up in real life with an incredible feeling that there is someone in the house that shouldn’t be there and I can’t see them.
Brief history, I am an empath but over the last decade have been able to turn it off and live a normal life. What you just read is the type of thing that would happen on a regular basis when a spirit would pass through the house in the middle of the night and touch me or in some cases simply stand over me. I would dream a segment of their life, feel what they felt and life it through their eyes. It very rarely happens now, maybe once a year but it still freaks me out.
This is where things get really strange. As I continue on, I walk past a set of steps and hear a door open, but not storm door. At this point I’m thinking, “ok maybe she is home and I start to open the storm door, but through the glass I see her sitting on the floor, this woman I knew but never met. As I do she is looking up at me angrily shouting at me to close the door, she “isn’t home yet”.
Startled, I back out and shut the door, completely confused. To recap, I went to visit a woman I knew but have never met, she was there but screamed at me to leave because she wasn’t there yet. If you are lost at this point, join the club.
I continue on down the street and apparently am home, a place which I’ve never been but my wife was there and it felt like home. A couple of minutes later we are lying on a bed in a narrow room with an old box tv directly across from us. The bed is situated running the length of the room, pushed back against the wall because the room isn’t more than 8 ft wide. On either side of the tv is a 3ft wide window with curtains over the window. Then we fall asleep watching tv. I feel her move and hear a rustle. I look up and see the window nearest our head is open, there is someone in the room, my wife is sitting up between me and the stranger and I can’t see their face. I’m pinned between the wall and my wife and can’t move.
Suddenly, I wake up in real life with an incredible feeling that there is someone in the house that shouldn’t be there and I can’t see them.
Brief history, I am an empath but over the last decade have been able to turn it off and live a normal life. What you just read is the type of thing that would happen on a regular basis when a spirit would pass through the house in the middle of the night and touch me or in some cases simply stand over me. I would dream a segment of their life, feel what they felt and life it through their eyes. It very rarely happens now, maybe once a year but it still freaks me out.
