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Dreams come true

I don't know when this all started. I've always felt connected to something more in life. Something just below the surface gravitating towards the follicles of my skin and hair just begging to be let out.

When I was about the age of 13 I can remember the rebellious phases I went through. Studying Wicca.. Believing I could move paper with my mind if I just focused hard enough. Communicating this those online who also felt as I did. I was young and needed something. Something other than the Christian crap that was taught to me as a little one.

As time went on I grew out of my silly beliefs but I've always listened to my dreams. Dreams are the intuition of the soul, an intuition that speaks to you every night if you listen and remember. My first instance was when I kept a journal for my dreams. It was like opening the portals once you use a quija board. Once you pass those boundaries things just seem different. My dreams were different. Recording my dreams and then going back to reading them did something to my head. Normally we dream and forget about them after awhile and only significant dreams stay in our memories. But when you record your dreams and go back to read them it's like a spark in your subconscious that continues to unravel your mind as you dream. They became more vivid.

One of my dreams recorded was odd.. it was a dream with my mom getting very sick with gangrene. But in reality my mom was perfectly fine. Then I remember a week or two later my mom came to me to tell me her friend who was in the hospital has passed away due to a surgery that went awfully wrong resulting in a gangrene infection killing her. I felt kind of indifferent.. Did I predict something? Did i catch a glimpse into something I was not supposed to see??

I never forgot that moment and how much my dreams were communicating with me..

About three years ago while I was sleeping I could feel myself wide awake but not being able to move. It was like someone or something was sitting on my chest. Soon after it felt as though a breeze or more like my head was in a tornado or winds circling around my head, just my head.. Then I opened my eyes and got out of bed and looked back to see my body lifeless laying in bed. It was surreal. I was haunted. It jolted me back into my body in which I woke up.

From that moment on my sleep was horrible. I wouldn't want to sleep. And everytime I tried falling asleep I could feel the sleep paralysis setting in as my chest became weighted. At least that's what Google has told me it was. Sleep paralysis. Google has also told me that it's probably a demon feasting on my soul.

I did more research into it to try and explain why this was happening to me.. Why do I constantly see the numbers 11:11, 12:12 and 4:44? Was this all related? The numbers started before the sleep paralysis. If I listen to Google, I'm apparently some undercover angelic warrior that is here to support God and his holy war. Yeah.. let's go with that.

I wanted to talk to my grandma about all this. When I was a kid she would tell me and my siblings all these eerie stories of her father. Apparently since he was a child he would see people who weren't really there. And it never left him. It was like some sort of curse. My grandma is a southern black woman who never told fibs and I never questioned her.

"Grandma.. There's been things going on that I can not explain. You remember those stories you told me when I was little?? I've been seeing stuff lately."

She looked at me with despair.

"Has he come to see you yet? The man so tall that you can not see his face?"

She gave me a look and I started to feel a shudder. It took me back to a time when my mother told me a story about how on Halloween years before I was born that she let someone into the house that knocked on the door expecting regular trick or treaters.. instead she told me a man came through the door that had to bend to get into the door and was tall to the point where she couldn't see his face and he was dark.. He just stood there looking at my mother before eventually leaving.

When my grandma told me this I left her place immediately and drove like a bat out of hell to my house to recover my journal. I frantically flipped through the journal until I stopped on an entry I wrote that was written when I must have been half-asleep. I don't recall this entry but it had my handwriting. It detailed a dream I had of a man so tall in a dream that his shadow completely engulfed me in darkness.. He stood there watching me but I could not make out his face or eyes. It was almost as though his face was distorted by darkness.

I wrote this in hopes that someone can help me understand why this is happening to me! I still have sleep paralysis every now and then but I'm always so afraid to open my eyes while it is happening. I have a feeling this thing has followed my great grandfather and seems to go from generation to generation.