Seeing the future through abstract dreams

***I am posting what I know to be my first “vision”. I believe our most abstract of dreams are just as useful and seeing a clear image of the actual future. Please don’t take any pity on me for what you are about to read. I have recovered the best I can from my traumatic experience the best I could. I just want to share this with you. ***

When I was little my mother was told I had a case of night terrors.
4 to 5 nights a week I would wake up screaming and crying like bloody murder. She would run in my room and find me huddled like a ball shaking.

I used to have this ‘nightmare’. I was always constant and I always had it on weeknights.

In this ‘nightmare’ I would be playing with other children and it was always sunny. A playground in heaven is the only way I can describe it.

Then in the middle of me playing the ground would open up. I would fall and land on the hard cold wet ground. I would look up and see this shadow man. I would feel fear and start to run. The shadow man would chase me and would some time grab my arm, hair or leg. I would always find a way out but he would still always catch me. It was a cycle.

The thing is.

When the shadow man touched me it hurt.

The shadow man liked touching me because it hurt.

I knew this.

He had long fingers and eyes made of glass.

I saw a therapist and told her my nightmare. She said I had ADHD and that I had an over active imagination.

My mom and I moved from Parkslope (an area of Brooklyn) to Bay Parkway. The ‘nightmare’ stopped. I was 5 years old by this time.

When I was 11 my mom and I moved back to Parkslope. The old daycare center I went to as a child had expanded. They had an after school program with music, art, theater, movies, snack time, homework help. The works.

My mom started having me go to the after school program, it was 2 blocks from my school and some of my classmates went there as well. I joined the music class because I had just discovered MTV at the time.

About a few weeks into the music class. My nightmare came back.

I had this nightmare a few times but never back to back nights. I was older and didn’t have the same outbursts when I woke up. But I would sometimes scream in my sleep. My mom would wake me and sleep next to me the rest of the night.

After the dreams finally stopped my music teacher starting molesting me.

I'm at a after school center inside a church.
*Play ground in heaven

Shadow man with long fingers and glass eyes.
*A black man with glasses.
(I spare you the details on how his fingers are involved.)

Dark, cold, wet room.
*Basement with the light off and in most of my dreams dreams water is fear.

At the time I didn’t notice it. But my nightmare was never that.

It was a warning.

Something wanted to try and help me but I didn’t understand.

Sometimes I have dreams that are really abstract but they all mean something.

Ever since I started logging my dreams I found that if I find out “the main drama” and try to understand the actions and the feels I have to things. Most times I know what to do in any given situation. I know what to stay away from. I know what people may have more ill will towards me then others.