As these visions kept coming to me I started looking for answers to what was happening to me. I reached out to people from church. I figured someone would be able to point me to someplace for help. I could not seem to find anyone to even talk to me let alone take anything seriously. The questions always started the same.

Have you had any head trauma? Yes but only the normal amount, ha ha.

Are you doing any drugs? Nope not a drug user.

Have you been to a psychiatrist? Yes, but I’m not crazy, at least I don’t think so. Although as these dreams continue sometimes I’m not so sure.

Surprisingly when you feel like you might be seeing something that might be of some kind of significance it’s hard to know who to tell. Then when you do tell someone they either dismiss you outright or they look at you like you should be on lithium or thorazine.

After a month or so of not knowing who to talk to, someone recommended a psychic medium. After calling a few recommended people and finding I had to get an appointment (these people are all booked up) I got to talk to one. He seemed like a wonderful person and he works out of florida. He was the first person who listened to me and actually said some of the things I told him fit with what other psychics mention in visions or premonitions.

I was kind of hesitant to think of myself as a psychic thus the name of this blog. The medium suggested some books for me to read. The first book I read was “Do Dead People Watch You Shower?” by Concetta Bertoldi, I really enjoyed the book and her writing style. The book also mentioned some things that started to fit with things that were happening to me. Things such as the appearance of a spirit guide started to stick out. The person I have taken to calling Ben started to show up a lot starting on May 11. He may have been in other visions but I didn’t really catch it till May 11th.

Wednesday May 10

I’m walking in a wooded area I feel like I’m walking somewhere for a reason but I’m not sure why. Linda is by a tree as I get close to a stream and she starts talking to me. We start to walk together. As we come over a hill there is a big field of flowers, like wild flowers. There is a big building in the field. The building reminds me of an amazon warehouse but somehow I know its not.

Next night

I’m walking again in a field, it feels different somehow. Linda is with me and we are talking about regular things. I see a man off aways from us. He looks different but I feel like he is the man from the room with the machine. Things feel better somehow I tell linda I have been seeing him lately and she asks me who I’m talking about. I’m not sure if I’m crazy but she can’t seem to see him. As we walk he is kind of going the same direction I can see now that it’s not the same man but he feels very similar somehow. I feel like I have been staring at him as we walk and he stops and looks at me. I think oh shit I was staring and he just smiles at me and waves to us. As we continue to walk he heads for the building.

May27 Saturday 1:30am

I’m walking in the field again. There are dogs around and the dogs are friendly. I stop to pet one of the dogs and it kind of looks at me like it’s smiling like my dog does. I have my pistol on me with extra mags and I feel uneasy for some reason even though it feels like a peaceful place. There is a bench, kind of like a park bench but fancier, so I sit to watch the dogs. A couple more dogs come close to me. I’m rubbing another dog and it’s staying close to me. The first dog I was petting is not there anymore it has somehow become a person. It reminds me of the man I saw in the building with the machine but I don’t think it’s the same guy. I’m not sure why but it doesn’t seem to bother me that the dog turned into a person. I get the feeling that all the other dogs I see playing are people too but not people like me. The man doesn’t talk to me but he looks friendly and I feel like somehow he is keeping me safe. There are more dogs moving around now and one gets on the bench with me. It looks at me and at my gun and says “that won’t help you here”. I’m more stunned by what the dog said than by the fact that a dog talked to me. I look at the man and he nods, like yes the dog is right. I reach for my belt and I’m carrying four spare mags I was expecting trouble I can feel it. I say to the dog and to the man is it ok if I keep it on? The man just shrugs. I see the dogs are moving towards a big building, it kind of looks like a mall but bigger. I start walking to and the man also goes that way. He walks with me but not super close and I get to look at him as we walk he is not old but not young either something about him is strange. I think he looks younger than me but something tells me he is way older, like really old. As I get closer to the building there are areas out of the sun, i guess they are doorways. I can see other people in the doorways. They are not people but the things I keep seeing that look like people with no faces. Some of them look like they or someone else drew faces on the blank areas where their face should be . It’s like they are trying to camouflage themselves to look friendly. Some of the faces are almost comical looking like clown faces. But there are others that still have the blank faces and they wear what looks to be a military uniform of some sort. The dogs are walking in and out of the doorways freely and seem happy but the faceless people look wary. They look like they are trying to welcome me in but something is off. The comical drawn on faces seem more scary than all the dogs or even the faceless things.