I was raised quite differently than most people. I would always have crazy, supernatural shit happen to me. Since I can remember being alive, it has just been a part of who I am. My little brother is the same way actually. The cool thing was that my parents and my grandparents always trusted me, so there was never any question as to whether I was just making shit up as a child. It started at such a young age though, that I don't think my parents had much of a choice but to believe me as I grew old enough to talk and tell them what was happening. I don't actually remember this first story, but my parents and grandparents told me about it a few times. I use to love peanut butter. I was only a few months old and crawling around, and I always managed to get into the peanut butter. Somehow it always ended up on the kitchen floor for me. My mom put it on top of the fridge but any time I went into the kitchen it would fall onto the floor, she'd hear it, and go in there to see her baby boy eating peanut butter out of the jar with his hands. My grandma kept it in her cupboard. But still, for some reason, she'd hear something fall, and go into the kitchen to see the cupboard open and me on the floor, gorging on the open jar of peanut butter. This happened so consistently that at one point, my mom stopped buying peanut butter. My grandma actually thought it was cool and didn't mind at all though. I use to play with an invisible dude. I would see this old school cowboy, and he was actually on his horse. He would baby talk me and just be silly as hell to get me to laugh. I couldn't really talk that well yet, I was probably barely over a year old, but I would always talk about "the man and the horsey" to my mom and my grandma. I would be alone in another room, just start laughing hysterically, then they'd come in and ask what I was laughing at, and I'd say, "Man and the horsey!" and point and continue laughing. It would take me so damn long and so much writing to tell all of the supernatural stuff I can remember that I'm not even going to attempt that. I have a bad habit of writing novels anyway, so I'll try to just keep it short and concise. I stopped seeing the dude on the horse as I got older, but I would still converse with someone telepathically, on a regular basis too. I remember him giving me a dream once. He was showing me an atlas and drawing different lines and explaining a bunch of future events that would transpire across the world. I was simply nodding and saying, "ok". At the end he asked if I would remember the dream, and I said yes, then woke up immediately. I can't remember where the lines were going, or any of the events he described, but I made myself remember the dream itself. I like to believe that I still remember the details on a subconscious level, and that they have actually influenced my decision making, but I don't know for sure. Another time I was watching a cartoon and I noticed a shadowy silhouette materializing out of the corner of my eye, and taking form in a corner of the room. I remember thinking that every time I looked at something like that, it would just run away, so I sat there, pretending like I didn't notice it, then I looked really fast so I could actually get a good look. And sure enough, the shadow disappeared. The really striking thing about that memory is my thought process at that age. Obviously it was just a common occurrence to see weird shit for me at that point. I use to see an old woman fairly frequently, and I remember telling everyone about it. She would sometimes appear in the cupboard, as fuckign weird as that is. My mom would open the cupboard, and I'd see her old face just staring back at us. Strangely enough, it didn't scare me at all. One time the dude I would always talk with pulled me out of myself in the middle of kindergarten. It was crazy, I thought everyone would be able to see me, so I didn't really react. Everything went pitch white and the only thing that was there was the guy standing in front of me. He was just a silhouette, and everything was so bright and white that I couldn't make out distinct features. He asked me a question, and I shook my head slightly because I didn't want to talk and risk everyone hearing me talking in class. My dad brainwashed me with the thought that I would get taken away, studied, dissected, or committed if I told anyone about the stuff that happened to me. So I didn't even dare talk to this guy that pulled me out of my body during class, because I was afraid my body would still be talking and moving, and they'd find out about all of the weird shit that happened to me. I said, "No." quietly a couple of times. He tried to explain to me that no one could hear me, but I was so scared that I finally screamed "NOOOO!" as loud as I could, at which point I snapped back into my body. I looked around thinking that everyone would have heard me screaming, but no one reacted at all. Obviously they didn't hear me. Another time I was conversing with the dude I couldn't see, like I always did, and I was asking about going to strange places where you didn't have a body. He was trying to explain it to me and I didn't understand it all that well. He assured me there was nothing to be afraid of, then told me to ask my dad about it because he use to do it alot as a child. So I did just that. When I asked him, he looked shocked and asked me where I heard that. I told him it was the same guy I always talk to and he got super pissed off. My dad is not a good guy, there is alot of shit that he shouldn't have done, but honestly this is the thing I hate the most that he ever did, because it feels like he stole a piece of me. He crouched down in front of me, grabbed me roughly by the shoulders, and looked me dead in the eyes as he said, "Son, you have to make this bullshit go away. People are going to hear about it then they're going to put you a straight jacket, shock you, dissect you, and you'll never see any of your family again." I can't remember what else he said, but he scared me so bad that I was bawling like a baby when he was done. The dude spoke to me telepathically again, but this time I told him to go away and leave me alone. After that, I never heard from him again. I still have a ton of supernatural shit happen to me, but I don't get to communicate with that dude like I use to. Every now and then when I lie down to go to sleep, I'll go into this strange state of mind that is just about impossible to describe, and sometimes, he still communicates with me while I'm in that state. It's amazing, euphoric, and always makes me feel incredible, but it's very rare. Even in my adulthood such strange shit has happened to me that I never would have even thought of it if I didn't experience it. I watched a large ball of blue lightning bounce around across a field a little while ago. I had a swirling mass of white light interact with me. A small white ball came rolling onto a jobsite while I was working construction, then continued to travel, of its own volition, all around the job site, doing random shit for about half an hour straight before it finally went back outside and rolled away. About 6 months ago I started to go into a different state of mind as I laid down to go to sleep. I heard a noise that is almost impossible to describe. It wasn't organic -- as in, it wasn't produced by vocal cords, but it wasn't mechanical either. It was a "noise" that just couldn't exist in our world. I put that word in quotations because I don't know if it was truly noise in the sense that it was vibrations perceived by my ears. So this noise starts to get louder, and somehow seemingly picks up momentum. As this happens, my bed starts to vibrate. This starts to intensify as I feel my bed hopping all over the place at this point. Finally, someone grabs me by the ankles, and shakes me violently. At this I actually force myself to snap out of it. I got up and turned the lights on and noticed that my bed was now in the middle of the room, my pillows and blankets were thrown onto the floor, and part of the blanket was underneath my bed. My bed was firmly against the wall when I laid down. Just a couple night ago someone kept moving shit around in my bathroom, right next to my bedroom, and banging shit around and just generally being noisy. This happened seemingly all night. At first it was really annoying and kept me awake, but I eventually just went to sleep in spite of it, although I did wake up 3 or 4 times from the loud noises. Every now and then I dream of the day I'm about to experience, in its entirety, the night prior to that day. I always forget about the dream, but then after I wake up and start about my day, there is always something that reminds me of the dream, then, I end up remembering the dream in its entirety. The funny thing is that once that happens, I remember remembering, then I remember that realization as well. It's cool because I know exactly how the day will play out, but it's kind of annoying because it's alot to handle -- being hit with the memory of an entire day as that day actually unfolds. The last time that happened I actually dreamed of my future career endeavor as well as the amount of money I'll be making. Every now and then I dream of the major events that will unfold over the course of a few months too. And there's still so much that is just so damned strange that I don't care to tell it. Things that just don't relate to our physical existence at all, so it's really not worth bringing up. My little brother has similar occurrences. He's married now and his wife is totally use to all of the crazy supernatural shit that happens. They've only been living together and married for about 8 months now, and it happens so often that she's completely desensitized to it now. Yeah, we're weird.