Some More Experiences
As I talked about in my last post , I've had a few odd things happen to me through out my life. For nearly eight years after the dragon incident of my last post, I had a small group of very special "imaginary" friends. Now, I also had a very over active imagination, and am perfectly willing to attribute any part of this to just that and not a haunting. It's just it had too many coincidences for me to put off as only my imagination.
After my little dragon incident, who have not returned thank god, I started seeing the same characters over and over again. Mostly in my dreams, but sometimes I'd feel like they were really with me. I felt like I was being shown a story, but could only understand it from a child's point of view, like it was important I know this story. For those eight years, between the ages of seven and fifteen, they were my constant companions.
Other than having nightly dreams about them (and I mean every single night), I actually saw one while awake, and I believe felt another. Again, over active imagination and all.
I was in fourth grade, and probably my most prolific year with these friends. I was depressed and bullied by my teacher. To be honest, if I knew suicide was an option, I might not be here today. I wanted to die so badly, just so I wouldn't have to go to school the next day. And during that time, I really sank into this world of my imaginary friends to the point where I was talking to them every day. My mom, who knew what was going on in my school life, wasn't really worried since it was innocent conversations and nothing depressing. They were my happiness. Which was odd because one of these characters was always trying to kill me in my dreams, but I felt safer thinking about him than I did with my real life teacher. Go figure.
One day, I had set up a pretend picnic in my room while I talked to the Good Guy. We discussed what was going on in the dreams. No, I didn't hear him at this point. Anyway, I got up to start cleaning up my mess when I looked up to where I had placed his stuff for the picnic. To my shock, I saw him as clear as day and only semi-transparent. He looked rather shocked to see me as well. He held up his hands, as if in warning, and I felt something push me from behind. I fell on the pillow I was using as a seat and something sharp, like a needle, went through my knee. I got up and saw that I was bleeding.
I ran to the bathroom and cleaned up, and saw no wound. Not even a pin prick. I went back to my room and was surprised my Good guy was still there. I thought he was my imagination and would vanish, but he appeared to be waiting. I told him I was okay, and then he vanished.
I never had another physical encounter. However, in my last dream of them, the Bad guy (who, through the years was revealed to not be such a bad guy after all) appologized for pushing me. After that, I haven't had another dream with them in it, but woke up feeling like I had all the pieces to their puzzle and that was why I couldn't see them anymore.
As I said, I'm willing to chalk this up to an overactive imagination. It was just always strange to me that these characters would be such a part of my life for a long time. Not only did I dream of them, but one of my friends had. At least, that's what she told me, I have no real proof. She described a dream about them that mirrored a dream I had, just with our roles slightly different.
I do plan on writing their story someday. I honestly believe I'm meant to. I don't know if that's a haunting or just a really powerful imagination.
After my little dragon incident, who have not returned thank god, I started seeing the same characters over and over again. Mostly in my dreams, but sometimes I'd feel like they were really with me. I felt like I was being shown a story, but could only understand it from a child's point of view, like it was important I know this story. For those eight years, between the ages of seven and fifteen, they were my constant companions.
Other than having nightly dreams about them (and I mean every single night), I actually saw one while awake, and I believe felt another. Again, over active imagination and all.
I was in fourth grade, and probably my most prolific year with these friends. I was depressed and bullied by my teacher. To be honest, if I knew suicide was an option, I might not be here today. I wanted to die so badly, just so I wouldn't have to go to school the next day. And during that time, I really sank into this world of my imaginary friends to the point where I was talking to them every day. My mom, who knew what was going on in my school life, wasn't really worried since it was innocent conversations and nothing depressing. They were my happiness. Which was odd because one of these characters was always trying to kill me in my dreams, but I felt safer thinking about him than I did with my real life teacher. Go figure.
One day, I had set up a pretend picnic in my room while I talked to the Good Guy. We discussed what was going on in the dreams. No, I didn't hear him at this point. Anyway, I got up to start cleaning up my mess when I looked up to where I had placed his stuff for the picnic. To my shock, I saw him as clear as day and only semi-transparent. He looked rather shocked to see me as well. He held up his hands, as if in warning, and I felt something push me from behind. I fell on the pillow I was using as a seat and something sharp, like a needle, went through my knee. I got up and saw that I was bleeding.
I ran to the bathroom and cleaned up, and saw no wound. Not even a pin prick. I went back to my room and was surprised my Good guy was still there. I thought he was my imagination and would vanish, but he appeared to be waiting. I told him I was okay, and then he vanished.
I never had another physical encounter. However, in my last dream of them, the Bad guy (who, through the years was revealed to not be such a bad guy after all) appologized for pushing me. After that, I haven't had another dream with them in it, but woke up feeling like I had all the pieces to their puzzle and that was why I couldn't see them anymore.
As I said, I'm willing to chalk this up to an overactive imagination. It was just always strange to me that these characters would be such a part of my life for a long time. Not only did I dream of them, but one of my friends had. At least, that's what she told me, I have no real proof. She described a dream about them that mirrored a dream I had, just with our roles slightly different.
I do plan on writing their story someday. I honestly believe I'm meant to. I don't know if that's a haunting or just a really powerful imagination.