Strange things that happen to me.

[In an effort at full disclosure, I very slightly revised this post to fix typos and to make things a big clearer. I also want to make clear that what I’ve written here are just a few stories from a life’s worth of stories. The ones I’ve written here are the most prevalent in my mind. However, I forgot to mention the one with my co-worker, wish I’ve added as a PS to this post.]

I've always wondered why I sense and see strange things, but worse, my dreams tell me things. I remember always having strange dreams that I could not explain, until I had a dream that my father was being eaten by a monster. I was 13. Within a few months, my father died of cancer. I also have crazy premonitions, like when I walked into a bank in Hollywood, California in my early 20s, and I had a feeling that the bank was going to be robbed. Within seconds of reaching the teller, I heard someone say "turn around and put your hands on your head." I was so scared, I could not look, but when the voice said again, "turn around and put your hands on your head," I freaked and turned around to find that two cops were holding a shotgun and pointing it at a man’s head. I proceeded to run out of the bank!

On and off for years, I've seen and felt weird stuff, and a voice that speaks to me on occasion to tell me things that are about to happen. For instance, the night that my uncle died (I did not even know he was in the hospital), a voice told me that "he" was in the hospital, and he was dying and has four children, then I saw a casket in my dream. From past experience, I woke up all freaked out. An hour later, my mother called to tell me her 59 year old brother had died in the hospital. He had 4 children. However, I had three very frightening super natural experiences that completely threw me for a loop, and to date, I am unable to explain.

The first experience happened when my 49 year old aunt was murdered (shot 4 times by her love interest...she was a wealthy cougar, and apparently things went very wrong between her and this young guy). Within days of my aunt's murder, everyone in the family, and her closest friend experienced her "presence." For me, it was even stranger, because she and I had "words" right before her death, and I had not spoken or seen her since the argument. One night I was sleeping, and I felt someone caress my face. I was so tired that evening that I actually thought it was my husband, and I kept saying with my eyes closed, "honey, please stop, I am trying to sleep.” When it went on for a bit (less than a minute), I finally opened my eyes, saying at the same time, “stop!” only to find that my husband was sound asleep. The next day, my mom who was living with me at the time and my aunt's most loved sister, told me that she felt a cold hand on her face and then a cold kiss on her cheek. The next days, the phones were ringing off the hook and everyone was talking about the "visits." I think the worst visit happened to my aunt's best friend, Alicia. Alicia, loved my aunt dearly, and they had been best friends for decades. Alicia was out in her yard hanging clothes and sobbing, and my aunt's voice whispered in Alicia's ear to please stop crying for her. Needless to say, Alicia was so scared that she could barely walk back into the house.

The second occurrence happened when my 40 year old cousin, who had also been my lover several years before, went missing after being released from jail for repeated driving while intoxicated (he had a drug problem). My cousin and I had gotten into a terrible fight over his drug use, and he said to me, “you will never see me again.” And he was right, I never did. He was found dead in the hot California desert a few summers ago. According to police, he had probably been dumped there a few days before, because his body was so decomposed, that the family could not even ID him. For those few days, I kept waking up and seeing crazy stuff in my room, and I kept having crazy dreams. I felt as if I was seeing the world through my cousin’s eyes (honestly, I’ve had this “seeing through someone else’s eyes” many times before this, but not this detailed). It started with a dream where I was walking in a prison yard; then I was in the back seat of a police car, or what appeared to be a police car, and though in my dream I was sitting in the back, I could see a prison-like institution (with the tall fencing and watch tower) getting further and further away through the driver's rear view mirror; in the last dream, I was being carried through the desert, and I felt scared, very scared. I only had boxers on and socks (my cousin was found with only his boxers and one sock on). I sensed, in the dream, that the people that were carrying me were police officers, but I never saw them. The next evening, I woke up suddenly and I saw, what looked like a police officer standing in my room. It was gone in a split second. I don't know why I kept seeing the prison or police officers, but somehow I still feel, to this day, that I was seeing in my dreams things my cousin had seen.

The summer my cousin died was very hot, especially out in the desert where the temperatures can reach in excess of 120 degrees. That week was especially hot. I remember lying with my head toward the foot board, because I wanted to feel the air flowing from the ceiling fan. As I laid there trying to fall asleep, I felt a strange type of energy heading toward me. I cannot explain was it was, but I could feel it...similarly to how a person feels radiating heat, but the energy was not hot or cold, it was just there. As it came closer to me I said my cousin’s name, I said, “’Dave’ (not his real name), is that you?” The energy stopped moving. I said a few words to him, about our time together, and that it was now time for him to find peace and that I would never forget him and that I loved him (I did...he was my cousin first, the lover last). Then I saw something go out my window, like a dark shadow. It was around 2AM. At the same time, my daughter's boyfriend was walking up our drive way (I heard him come in through the door within seconds), and the next morning my daughter told me that her boyfriend saw a blue light flow out of my bedroom window (I live on a hill that ends at a cul-de-sac, and we have no street lights on my street, so it gets pretty dark at night on my street). I freaked when my daughter told me this. I knew I had felt and seen something, but I was hoping it would just be my imagination. I was wrong. I knew it was my cousin.

The third and hopefully last occurrence happened last year. This was the freakiest of them all, and if I never see anything like this again, I will be happy. For about 2 weeks, my daughter and her boyfriend kept sensing things touching them at night. It was a playful touching, like slight tickling. I immediately sensed that we had an intruder of the spiritual kind. My daughter did not tell me about the occurrences in her room until after 2 weeks of things happening. So when she and her boyfriend went out to dinner, I went into her room and said, "you are in the house of the living--please leave and find your light." I said a few more words, and then stupid me said, if you are here, please make your presence known...seconds later, the lights turned off! I got out of that room so fast! I totally became a babbling fool. That night, the spirit was in my room. I just said to leave and not come back. Well, that didn't help. The next day Saturday, I began cleaning my room in the early morning, and I totally forgot about the events of the day before. I was using an attachment on the vacuum cleaner hose, and then I took it off, and placed it on a sofa I have in my room. When I went back to get it, it was gone. I looked everywhere for that attachment, and I was really left scratching my head. I found it a few days later in the laundry hamper. How did that get there?! I still don't know. Then my brush went missing. I was like what?! I have very curly hair, so when I wash my hair, I brush it once, and let it air dry. I always place the brush in the same place, in a glass jar on a porcelain shelf over the sink that is in my bedroom, just outside my bathroom. I found the brush in the trash can, a can that is inside my bathroom. Again, I just thought I was losing it, and paid it no attention. At least, until a few days later when I went home for lunch from work, and I sat down in my dining room table that has a straight view up my stairs.

My daughter was not feeling well that day, so she called in late to her office, so I knew she was home because her car was still there, plus she let her Doberman out of the room when I got home. I went into the kitchen, fixed myself a sandwich, and sat in the dining room looking up the stairs where the Doberman was standing. Then all of a sudden I saw, what I thought was my daughter walk from my bedroom to her bedroom, across the hallway, and behind her dog. I was just going to say, "hey, don't you say hello?" when within a split second, I saw my daughter step out of the bathroom, which is door is at the end of the stairs. I got so wound up, that I looked at her and said, "where you just not in my room?" and she said, “no, didn't you see me just leave the bathroom?” Funny thing, I was so taken back by what I saw, I could not even process it. What I saw was a short dark image, which looked as it was wearing a flowing back dress, and my kid was wearing pink pajamas. I was so freaked, but also so mad, that when I got home that evening I told that spirit that it had to go! I was so angry, that I basically said...you have go, and go now. That same evening as my husband began to doze in his office (we have a guest bed in there and he was reading while I watched TV in my room), he ran into my room, and said, I just saw a blue light, streak across the ceiling in the office and go out through the wall. That was the last night we felt the presence in my home (Thank God!).

I did a little research, and found out that a young girl had been killed in a car accident just a few miles from my home. The newspaper said exactly where the accident happened, which was right at the exit to my office. The following morning, on my way to work, I make a mental note to look for that spot, and surely enough, a picture of the girl with some flowers were placed on the fence that separated the freeway from the road on the other side. I didn’t even notice it before, I guess, because it was on a slight turn, and there was a bushy tree slightly covering. I surmised that her spirit someone got into my house (or my car!). Why, I don't know. But it is gone, and I pray that the young lady has found love, peace and light with the Lord. I wish these crazy things would stop happening to me, but I guess it's just the way it is. It’s like my husband says, “it’s a across I have to bear.” :/

P.S. The story of my co-worker: I’ve been working with my co-worker “Anne,” now for over 10 years. Not once, prior to my dream with her, or since the dream, had I dreamed about her in any way whatsoever, except for this story I am about to tell you. Two years ago, I had a dream where I was talking to my Anne. It was just a regular chat, like the ones we’ve had many times. (Anne is now 77 years old, and she’s had, for many years, very bad upper respiratory problems.) As Anne and I sad chatting in my dream, all of a sudden, a rather large fly started buzzing around us. The buzzing was quite loud, and in the dream, I looked at the fly and it had a face (similar to the face on the movie the “Fly” before it got eaten by the spider…so freaky). And I said “Anne, look the fly has a human face.” Anne covered her face with her arms, and looking down nervously yells and says to me “don’t look at it…it has the face of death!” And I am like, “it’s just a fly” (my dreams can be so twisted sometimes).

I woke up the following morning thinking, OMG, something is wrong with Anne! I was so afraid to go into the office that morning. The first thing I did, was look for Anne’s car in the parking lot, since she got to work earlier than I did. I felt a huge sense of relief when I saw Anne’s car parked in her regular spot. I walked into the office feeling happy, but then I saw Anne sitting at her desk crying. And I said “what’s wrong?” Anne’s 32 year old niece, who lived in San Clemente, had died the night before. The niece had not been feeling well the day before, and the mom kept telling her that it was probably just the flu. By midnight, her niece was taken to the hospital very, very sick, and died within a few hours from a very bad kidney infection that had spread throughout her body. I immediately understood my dream.

[It’s been like this for me since I was a kid. I’ve received a few responses with respect to my post, and most of you are calling what I have a “gift.” How is it possibly a gift when all my dreams tell me things that are tragedies? I am unable to stop anything, help anyone, or solve anything. My dreams make me sad, apprehensive, nervous, and sometimes I just hate life. How is this a gift? Please tell me.]