Hey everyone,
I want to make a note before sharing that while everything you're about to read is true, and I have read it multiple times to confirm, that I needed the help of a language AI to help me piece this together as it's so long for me, and I really wanted it to be an easier read for people.
Anyway, I am writing because something has been happening to me since I was about seven and I finally need to put it out there and hear what other people think. I do not want anyone to think I am claiming to be special or important. I am just a person who has had a strange, loud part of their life for as long as I can remember and I want someone to talk to about it.
When I was around seven I started having dreams about a gentle kind being who would come to me and show me things or tell me things. He never felt threatening. He showed up most often when my life was at its worst. The first time I really remember him was the night my father was diagnosed with cancer. In the dream he told me it would be okay and that my dad would survive. My dad did survive. I know that sounds unbelievable so I will be honest I do not know how to explain it.
Another time, when my family lost our home and everything felt hopeless, he showed me the most beautiful place I have ever known in my mind. It is hard to describe. It felt like stepping into a brand new garden where the air and light had colors I do not have words for. There were new colors that are not on the spectrum, colors that did not exist in anything I had seen before. Everything was soft and alive in a way I had never seen. He told me it was a beautiful place and that I had a spot there. When I asked why he said because I would help build it. Those images still make me tear up when I think about them.
Over the years he kept coming with things I did not understand. He would tell me about people and their problems and then those people would go on to have those exact problems and not know how I could have known. I never knew what to say when that happened. Do you tell someone that you dreamed it? Will they think you are crazy? So I kept it mostly to myself. For a long time it was just normal to me. I did not reach out because it felt private and because it had always been there.
I have also had a strange knack for knowing certain big things before they happened, and for sensing the arcs of people close to me. I am not bragging. It has been confusing and sometimes isolating. Lately he came again and told me I am supposed to be doing something big and wonderful and that I am supposed to help a lot of different people. He said I would find out soon. That dream has left me both excited and terrified. Excited because maybe there is meaning. Terrified because I have spent most of my life dealing with things everyone can relate to, nights when the bills and the worry pile up, days when you are moving or losing sleep or trying to keep food on the table, and the quiet loneliness of feeling like you are carrying things no one else sees. Those things make it hard to listen sometimes to anything that sounds like calling or destiny.
I am not asking for a diagnosis. I am not saying I am a prophet. I am humble about all of this and I know it could be a lot of different things. And yet there is a quiet pattern that has been hard to ignore, a string of moments where small predictions and warnings lined up with what actually happened. I would rather be cautious and wrong than loud and certain, but I would also be lying if I said I felt nothing. There is a calm conviction in me that keeps returning, not as boasting but as a responsibility that sits heavy and gentle at the same time.
If you are skeptical I get it, and I welcome that. Skepticism is a good tool. But if you are willing to take this seriously just for a moment please know a few things that make what I am saying feel more solid than private fantasy. I keep track of small, testable details when something happens, not to prove myself to strangers, but so I have anchors to bring to conversations when I am afraid of sounding deluded. I will share those details privately with someone who wants to read them, because specific, checkable memories helped others I know understand I was not just guessing. If you want to talk to me about that, message me and I will show you. That way you can decide for yourself.
I would love to hear from anyone who has had recurring dreams with a guiding presence, dreams that seem to predict real life, or visions of a place that felt like a promise and a job to build something beautiful. I would especially like to hear from people who found nonjudgmental ways to talk about it with friends, family, or professionals, and from anyone who took steps to turn a calling into practical help for others.
I am not asking you to believe me on faith. I am asking for a conversation, for a place where I can lay out what has happened, specific moments, and how it has shaped my life. I am asking for people who can listen, who can challenge me kindly, and who might help me figure out what to do next. I do not want followers. I want companions for the weird work of making sense of something that has been with me since childhood.
If you have had something similar please tell me. If you have ideas about who to talk to, or how to phrase this to people in your life without being dismissed, or if you think there are safe ways to test and explore this, I would really appreciate it. If you prefer to message me privately I am open to that too.
Thanks for reading. I am just trying to find a place to share this and to figure out what it might mean.
I want to make a note before sharing that while everything you're about to read is true, and I have read it multiple times to confirm, that I needed the help of a language AI to help me piece this together as it's so long for me, and I really wanted it to be an easier read for people.
Anyway, I am writing because something has been happening to me since I was about seven and I finally need to put it out there and hear what other people think. I do not want anyone to think I am claiming to be special or important. I am just a person who has had a strange, loud part of their life for as long as I can remember and I want someone to talk to about it.
When I was around seven I started having dreams about a gentle kind being who would come to me and show me things or tell me things. He never felt threatening. He showed up most often when my life was at its worst. The first time I really remember him was the night my father was diagnosed with cancer. In the dream he told me it would be okay and that my dad would survive. My dad did survive. I know that sounds unbelievable so I will be honest I do not know how to explain it.
Another time, when my family lost our home and everything felt hopeless, he showed me the most beautiful place I have ever known in my mind. It is hard to describe. It felt like stepping into a brand new garden where the air and light had colors I do not have words for. There were new colors that are not on the spectrum, colors that did not exist in anything I had seen before. Everything was soft and alive in a way I had never seen. He told me it was a beautiful place and that I had a spot there. When I asked why he said because I would help build it. Those images still make me tear up when I think about them.
Over the years he kept coming with things I did not understand. He would tell me about people and their problems and then those people would go on to have those exact problems and not know how I could have known. I never knew what to say when that happened. Do you tell someone that you dreamed it? Will they think you are crazy? So I kept it mostly to myself. For a long time it was just normal to me. I did not reach out because it felt private and because it had always been there.
I have also had a strange knack for knowing certain big things before they happened, and for sensing the arcs of people close to me. I am not bragging. It has been confusing and sometimes isolating. Lately he came again and told me I am supposed to be doing something big and wonderful and that I am supposed to help a lot of different people. He said I would find out soon. That dream has left me both excited and terrified. Excited because maybe there is meaning. Terrified because I have spent most of my life dealing with things everyone can relate to, nights when the bills and the worry pile up, days when you are moving or losing sleep or trying to keep food on the table, and the quiet loneliness of feeling like you are carrying things no one else sees. Those things make it hard to listen sometimes to anything that sounds like calling or destiny.
I am not asking for a diagnosis. I am not saying I am a prophet. I am humble about all of this and I know it could be a lot of different things. And yet there is a quiet pattern that has been hard to ignore, a string of moments where small predictions and warnings lined up with what actually happened. I would rather be cautious and wrong than loud and certain, but I would also be lying if I said I felt nothing. There is a calm conviction in me that keeps returning, not as boasting but as a responsibility that sits heavy and gentle at the same time.
If you are skeptical I get it, and I welcome that. Skepticism is a good tool. But if you are willing to take this seriously just for a moment please know a few things that make what I am saying feel more solid than private fantasy. I keep track of small, testable details when something happens, not to prove myself to strangers, but so I have anchors to bring to conversations when I am afraid of sounding deluded. I will share those details privately with someone who wants to read them, because specific, checkable memories helped others I know understand I was not just guessing. If you want to talk to me about that, message me and I will show you. That way you can decide for yourself.
I would love to hear from anyone who has had recurring dreams with a guiding presence, dreams that seem to predict real life, or visions of a place that felt like a promise and a job to build something beautiful. I would especially like to hear from people who found nonjudgmental ways to talk about it with friends, family, or professionals, and from anyone who took steps to turn a calling into practical help for others.
I am not asking you to believe me on faith. I am asking for a conversation, for a place where I can lay out what has happened, specific moments, and how it has shaped my life. I am asking for people who can listen, who can challenge me kindly, and who might help me figure out what to do next. I do not want followers. I want companions for the weird work of making sense of something that has been with me since childhood.
If you have had something similar please tell me. If you have ideas about who to talk to, or how to phrase this to people in your life without being dismissed, or if you think there are safe ways to test and explore this, I would really appreciate it. If you prefer to message me privately I am open to that too.
Thanks for reading. I am just trying to find a place to share this and to figure out what it might mean.
