When I was around 7 or 8 I had a dream that I still remember vividly today.
At my elementary schools playground there was a little jungle gym at one end, a soccer field, and then finally pavement for various sports. There was an entrance to the school in the pavement part of the playground, as well as by the jungle gym.
In the dream, I had stepped into some other world. This was before I read any H.P. Lovecraft, but now I think back and it looked like a dark R'lyeh covered in some black slime. For those that have not read any of his work, it is a cyclopean city, and I imagined it as with large, tall buildings, with a barren feeling, and roads that seemed like they were made of stone. I was extremely afraid of this place and wanted to get back. I then remember falling through some portal thing and falling by the jungle gym. I then looked back and saw these small, black, formless things coming out of the portal, which looked like just a hole in the middle of the air. I immediatly ran towards the entrance on the pavement, trying to warn people. I ran into one of my friends and tried to get him to run. He called me a liar and did not believe me. I abandoned him and as I ran into the building I looked back and saw the little things mutilating him. I made a left into a tiled open space in the hallway. I then saw some of the things coming straight towards, and I then remembered about a closer entrance by the jungle gym. I turned around to run but they were coming from that way as well, an up some stairs that were nearby. Before anything happened, I woke up.
The only reason that this is remembered now is because of how real it felt, and the intense sense of fear I had.

I remember one Christmas, I woke up in the middle of the night and heard footsteps on the roof. And I was freaking out. The next day I went to school there was footprints on the roof. I was only 8 so I didn't really know what to tell my mom.

To this day my memory of my childhood is not that great but I keep getting the feeling that, to remember my childhood, would help me understand myself better these days.

I do remember little things and feelings...up until I was about 11 I felt/knew deep down that trees and rocks were alive...I would look at trees and kind of 'look up to them' as if they were teachers or grandparents or something...I felt their energy in a limited sense. Same with rocks I felt like different rocks had different energies or 'personalities' (as I would say when I was younger). For a good portion of my life 'common sense got to me' so I stopped noticing stuff like that but now I am back to seeing the consciousness in rocks and tress.

I've always felt like an old soul...and not in an egotistical way, I dont feel that I am better than anyone else. But I've always felt like my role in this lifetime doesn't match my true nature in the sense that I feel more like a leader deep down than I actually am in this life. I used to ask my mom why people couldnt fly and be like super heroes... I really felt like thats how it should be and it really bothered me I couldn't do stuff like that. When I was younger.....I felt like most kids my age wern't concious. I remember saying to my mom (when I was in first grade, or around then) "I feel like Im more concious than most people". Just the way kids my age acted around eachother and treated eachother didn't vibe with me...seemed primitive. Also for a large portion of my life I would randomly become homesick and I would say to my mom..."mom I feel homesick but I am home...I dont understand"

I also remember very vaguely being very very young and kind of saying to myself "thank god your here!" (refering to my mom) as if I knew her before I came into this life. For most of my life I was a mommas boy.

Another thing is throughout my childhood I would have routine BAD dreams...like dreams of being tormented and made fun of by what I would now call 'demonic beings'. I know kids have nightmares but I think this was a little different. Also I have a little theory that astral beings target young scared kids in their dreams and feed off the fear. Looking back now I feel as though I was a target of some negative force.

My uncle told me about a year ago he used to see a little witch (witches) that would fly around his head and appear/disappear...he is an honest sincere guy too, he wouldn't lie about that. He has good parents who raised him and his brothers/sister well. His grandpa either gave him or read to him one of carlos casdenadas books at a young age because he was having trouble with negative astral beings...and after reading that you should literally 'tackle your fears' one night when he was just about to fall asleep, which is when you are more receptive to other realities...he literally got up and tackled an astral being that was bothering him...and after that he was left alone...I don't know if he tackled the being in his astral body or what but he said he actually TOUCHED it it wasn't just a dream...I found this interesting.

My mom tells me I was 3 months old from the way I relate the memory and the people I described to her (grandparents).

I saw fish swimming in front of me, I vividly remember this and I'm now 43 years old. I still remember it like it was yesterday. Was lying in bed with my grandmother (whom I do not remember at all except for this one memory). She was apparently lying down with me for a nap, and she was picking her nose like there was no tomorrow (yeah... but it's part of the memory).

I saw 3 fish swimming in front of me and one of them bit my ear and I hollered in pain. I was 3 months old and had never seen a fish in all my 90 days on earth at that point. My grandmother sat upright and did grandmother stuff, but she had no idea what caused it and I sure as crap hadn't learned to talk yet...

and that's it

OH! And when I was about 5, I was alone in a room and heard a voice calling me. Not like a parent calls you. This crap was sinister, and unfamiliar. I knew no one was in the room where the voice came from. Needless to say I didn't follow the voice.

Another thing is throughout my childhood I would have routine BAD dreams...like dreams of being tormented and made fun of by what I would now call 'demonic beings'. I know kids have nightmares but I think this was a little different. Also I have a little theory that astral beings target young scared kids in their dreams and feed off the fear. Looking back now I feel as though I was a target of some negative force.

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When I was very young I had a nightmare where I was in a cave-like room, placed on what could only be described as a stone altar, and a demonic being (graphic warning) leaped on top of me and began eating me alive, intestines first. I couldn't have been more than 6 years old. This was in the 70's, before really graphic movies (and lord knows my parents never would have let me watch them at that age even if they'd been available). I know exactly what you're talking about. Remember that dream to this day.

I honestly don't know where to start so I'll just type up a few that come immediately to mind.

1. From as young as I could remember, I've been able to see energy in its physical form during periods of high emotion (and have learned to work up that emotion if really needed). I later learned how to manipulate certain types of energy (I thought it was an intrinsic part of everyone's natural abilities) but stopped being open about it when I realized that it was not. This realization came about following the discovery that certain people (either conscious or unconsciously aware "psychic vampires") were naturally drawn to me because they wanted to use my energy for their selfish purposes.

2. Also from as young as I could remember, I could pick up on others' emotions and true motivations with a mere glance. Again, a lesson learned the hard way made me guarded with this ability and I still spend a great deal of time trying to repress it. It's not always a good thing being able to look at a person and intuitively know how he/she is feeling or what they're thinking (and I'm not talking about reading someone's mind - other empaths will know what I'm describing).

3. Have been able to sense and feel lots of "spirits" and other "entities" which are really just forms of energy, either residual (mostly) or active. Every place I've lived has had at least one of these spirits and I can't figure out if they follow me or if I'm drawn to them. I usually can't define a physical shape (at least not well defined features) so I can't identify them as being the same or different.

4. Have, at times, been able to see the cords or pixels of energy (for lack of a better description) that connect everything and everyone. I can see it most clearly when I'm outside, calm and introspective.

5. Have always had a calming affect on animals and squirrel, chipmunks, etc. will slowly approach me if there's nothing else present to scare them away- again, I think it all has to do with energy which all living creatures are aware of.

6. People have told me that they feel very uncomfortable around me when my emotions are high or if I'm really upset or anxious about something. They have likened it to an faint feeling of static electricity.

That's it for now. I don't think that any of these abilities are unique; I was just for born more attuned to them for some reason (or never lost the awareness as most adults do). I believe that everyone can develop many new senses if they're open to it and work on developing them.

My family has a lot of stories of me talking to invisible people, some relatives dead before I was born, and passing along messages from them; playing with some entities a medium came and watched and said they were "unborn babies", a lot of strange stuff. But I don't remember any of it, myself, so I can't really describe it.

There is one strange experience-
I went to Mount Shasta with my grandmother, and we spent the night at some friends of hers, who lived on the mountain, in a forested area. I was maybe 7 years old. I woke up very early in the morning, before everyone else, and outside the window was a deer. It stood there looking at me, and I felt a dialogue going on between us, psychically! It was talking to me, in my head. This went on for a while before it walked off.

I have no idea what to make of that now..... perhaps an active imagination? It was very weird though.

I can remember when i was 4 years old and i used to wake up about 2.00-3.00am and hear evil voices that turned into physical creatures.they were about 1 meter in height with large yellow eyes, 2 small horns and i could remember quite well that they had thin body's because i could see there ribs and they had a very scaly texture . they could disappear and appear around very dark places as like a type of portal and i would only see them at night.i would wake and hear them and i was soo frightened that i could not move or run for awhile until my mind would stop freezing. i can remember running in my mums and dads room crying and asking them to cheak under my bed ,behind my door and outside my window (because they could come and go from any of these places) and the things would be gone.i knew it was real because it happened every night until i turned about 12. i would be conscious every time these happened and i would urine my self. well one weekend my grandfather and nana and their dog stayed and my grand father an i stayed in my room and that night i felt more safe until i awoke to my grandad yelling and being frightened. i was stunned to see this reptile looking demon standing on the end of my bed, my nana rushed in the room and we were all starring at it until the dog lunged toward it and attacked it. the thing would make intense hissing noises at the dog until it rushed under my bed and Disappeared,the dog ran around sniffing and could not understand were it went. we had never talked about that night and now i am 29 and both grand parents & their dog are now deceased i have no real evidence. i remember those nights were as real as things get and im still shaken to this day

Not my story (so im not positive on the validity, but I just wanted to share it because I find it very creepy/interesting):


On a diff. website someone was saying that when they were younger there was a period in their life where their clothes would come up missing. Every time this person would go to his drawer it would progressively get worse. Finally, one day this person entered their room and found their Grandmother going through their clothes, which the person asked 'What are you doing with my clothes grandma, the grandmother just looked at the kid with a dark/angry stare...it creeped this person out so he/she left his/her room. Later in the day this person told his/her mother what happened. This persons mom said that the Grandmother wasn't even in town at the time this happened.

Ok, i know there are alot of holes in this story but I find this very intriguing and creepy at the same time. Just wanted to share it!

This happened only a few months ago (but you all might find it interesting): I had a dream...just like most dreams I have, this one was filled with random events. The part that stood out is:

1. I was in Costa Rica (where I lived before for 9 months). The dream had some of the people I know in it, which really isn't an important part of the story.

2. Another part of the dream that sticks out is, I remember walking down a typical costa rican road...pretty crappy looking with somewhat raggedy buildings sitting along the side. I came upon a bench that was pretty much 2 cut tree stumps with a longer piece of wood sitting along the top of both. The bench was sitting under a tree There I met 2 guys: 1 was an older man with a cowboy hat, the other had just escaped/gotten(not important) out of prison. the bench was at a corner, where 2 roads meet. This is the only dream I can remember where, in it, I spoke spanish (which i speak a decent amount of).

This was a place I had never seen before^

about 4-5 months later. I find myself AGAIN living in Costa Rica, where I am now living. When I got into the town I am staying in I saw a wood bench sitting on the corner of a block where two roads meet that looks almost identical to the one in my dream. The bench is sitting right under a tree.

Now I find this very interesting. I think I was viewing a messier version of a probable future timeline in my life.

When i was little 5-6y old i used to talk with a tree,that tree sucked me in or made me feel other palces where i wasnt in real.These palces i met wizards and teacher who taught me.
Those days i told many thing to my mom about the universe and such what im not remembering today.
Maybe it was wild imagination to gain attention....