Mon, 22 Jul 2002, Reader writes:
I'm 30 years old. I have had extra-sensory with my dreams and lucid dreaming since I was a little girl. I also have a weird phenomena of accidently collecting something... energies? ghosts? God.. I don't know. They like to unlock doors, ring phones... some harmless behaviors. And then there's the other creepy stuff.
My son and I shared and still sometimes share dreams. For awhile I was having a dream about a very scary thing. It looked like a mud plastered or decaying witchdoctor... but of anglo descent. I would dream about docking a boat on some island with other men (I was a man in the dream... Navy to be exact), and there were these rocks covered with metal siding or sheet metal to prevent the boats from getting damaged when they pulled up to the island's shore. There were huge rocks jutting up like a jetty. (And flash ahead), I'm at a dance at a hall and there are island girls and men in uniforms (I think from the 40's). I am still a guy and I'm watching everyone dance when I notice one of the dancers with this face and I realize somehow that nobody else sees it. I start pushing by people to get to it but it just keeps switching from one dancing couple to another... always grinning at me. Ok, I know I sound nuts but I am getting scared all over again. I could feel this thing... like it was laughing at me and I woke up to my son running into my room with me already sitting up with my arms open to catch him (he was 4 at the time) and he's afraid.
Very afraid of the lttle blue man in the hallway. He says he doesn't like how he jumps up on his bed. I comfort him back to sleep. Next day I go to ask him about it and he has this scared look and I asked him if he knew what his name (blue man) is and I can see this thing laughing in my head and we both say the same name at the same time. I also have to tell you that when my son was 9 months old I awoke in the middle of the night and thought I saw a red glow above his bed and my heart froze. I hopped out of bed and wouldn't look up and just scooped him up and brought him to our bed. The next day he was so out of character... COLD. He had this look on his face. It was so angry. I brought this up to my husband almost a year later and he remembered how our son was that day and I'd never told him about this red glow.
(Jump ahead to when he's 2 and a half), My son was having a meltdown because he got sent to his room. I was holding my newborn daughter and my son was having a fit and got sent to a time-out. At this time, my son was not too verbal, using more words than sentences, and he kept coming out of his time-out so I held the door shut... or at least tried to. He was able to keep it open with superhuman strength that I have never seen him use again and when my son opened his door, I took his sister into my room and locked it telling him that if he wouldn't stay in his time-out, then I would have to go in my room for a time-out. Oh! my God... "I Love My Son With All My Heart", but what came next SCARED ME. He suddenly developed a whole new vocabulary and started trying to knock the door in. He was hitting the door and twisting the knob and screaming at me "Open this door. OPEN IT NOW! You open this door NOW or I will NEVER FUCKEN FORGIVE YOU! Do you hear ME? NEVER!" And when I would tell him to go back into his room he would say "Open the door please... I love you mommy. Please open the door." And when I wouldn't he would hit it with POWER. I know I sound like a horrible mom but that was NOT my son. He didn't even know how to put sentences together yet and I felt like there was a grown person on the other side of that door. He finally went into his room but didn't remember any of it.
This "thing" has also showed up in my dream out of the blue. Once I was dreaming that I was eating food at a cafeteria table with my friends when I looked up suddenly and across at a table... God, I am scared telling this stuff... and it was there dressed like a little girl sitting crosslegged and I could see it's black lips whispering this horrible sound. I woke up and it was me whispering and I couldn't stop. I couldn't MOVE... and my husband moved me and it stopped. I've also woken myself up speaking french, a language I don't know, with the same paralysis. My husband thought it was weird. I was scared.
A friend of mine figured she could show me a prayer to say to remove this energy (we were in the car), and just when she started to say it, she heard something and turned around looking for one of my kid's toys to see if it went off for some reason (we were alone), and she didn't want to tell me what it was. I insisted since I had to drive home alone when she got out. She said she heard a high squealy voice. She looked scared (my friend is a tough lady... not scared of much, she's seen a lot). Anyway, on the way home, I realized she looked right between my car seats in the back and I got the weirdest feeling that what she heard was the energy of a baby, (I'd been desperately wanting a third child but my husband hadn't wanted to). But just a few weeks before, I'd had a miscarriage and I was heartbroken and my husband was relieved. I was having these encounters and in that moment when she looked back I'd wondered if this little baby's energy was trying to say, "Just let me go". It was so against my husbands wishes to have a baby and I wondered if I was pushing this energy into something, selfishly, to erase the pain of my third "missing" child.
I was so desperate to know that my kids would be safe from this entity that I began asking, "Do I have a guide?" when I go to sleep. One night I asked if my guide had a name. I got rurulu. I was half awake so I don't know if I was just so darn tired or what but that was a couple of years ago and I never have forgotten that name. Look... this is all really strange to me. My sense of things probably sounds crazy. I don't expect anyone to believe this stuff but more and more things happened that are giving me the willies. I do believe in God and that he has a plan and that I need to stay positive and be helpful in any way I can. I just want to know that my kids are safe. I just pray and even ask God to let me know if I am slowly going nuts with each new "happening". I don't want to go into any more stuff because right now I would just kinda like to pretend it's all my imagination and I'm just over-reacting or should I start checking out some padded rooms.
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