When I was a kid, I went trough a time were I was believed to have a sixth sence. I was about 9 or 10 when I started to have these dreams. I come from Mexico, were all this took place. It took place in the same place all the time, in our home. Well to start, my first dream I always remember, it was a group of men traveling somewhere in a jeep. I specifically remember a man wearing some sungalasses, somewhat like the 80's popular ray bans(like the police officer glasses). Well I saw them crashing and flipping over in the high way. To this came the death of this man with the sunglasses. Needless to say I woke up screaming for my mom, and scared of my mind. I shared my dream with my parents, and at first they thought nothing of it, just another nightmare. When they heard of this frinds death my mom remembered the discription I gave of the one man I just remembered as the one with the sunglasses. It turned out to be her friend.
The next dream that followed was about some other men in a hotel parkinglot getting into some kind of gunfight. Also bringing upon a few other deaths. This time it was a few frinds om my father. My parents became a little scared of what was going on, but didnt take action yet. But the last one I remember having, made an impact so bad that my parents took me to a with a lady witch doctor. I dreamed my mother in like a black trash plastic bag. She was in the bathroom floor in the hallway by the tub. I woke up feeling very scared and weird, and for around two months didnt go into that bathroom. Also my mom bagan to feel somewhat sick so they took me to this lady. She did some kind of cleaning to me with a black rock, did some prayers, had me laying down with white bed sheet covering me. After she was done, she put the rock into some liquid and a while later pulled it out and it was no longer black but white with some shading and it sort of looked as a dove. The the wings were open as if it was flying.
I know how all this sounds very, very hard to belief but the lady took my parents to a cementary and somehow found buried in the cementary a doll wrapped in a black bag with my mothers picture on it. How it changed my life:When all this took place I was very young and weak and ever since that lady did what ever she did it never happend again. Now that im 21 I feel stronger and maybe I could use it to help in some way but I feel as if I lost that one gift i had.
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