Fast forward – I grew up with the fear of the dark and the comforter over my head routine and I am now 18. I am completely in love with my boyfriend of three years and I am holding on for dear life, knowing it is not working out – I am resisting listening to my intuition or higher guidance and I decide to be stubborn and hang on in the hopes to change this guy and make him see me as the center of HIS life.
Ever since I can remember I’ve always wanted to be in a serious relationship…even though I was young. But I was forcing it.
Long story short, we are at a party and we are drinking, etc – my boyfriend at the time is flirty (by nature) and I decided it might be a good idea to leave. Around midnight, he drives me home, we lovingly part ways, and he goes “home.” I go to bed and I all of a sudden start experiencing his reality while sleeping. I am with him yet he is not aware.
He went back to the party, drank heavily, flirted and danced and made out with someone and didn’t quite make it home as he said he would. I wake up in the morning from what seems to be a long dream and I am horrified. I am convinced at this point that I am completely nuts and that my paranoia about his behavior made up this dream; however, I am so anxious that I just have to call one of my best friends to see “how the party was.”
Guess what: my fried proceeded to tell me everything that happened and the more he explained, the more I felt sick to my stomach. Everything I dreamt was 100% true.
I never told my friend about my dream (for obvious reasons) and I soon let it go because in my teenage experience the heartbreak and abandonment that I had to deal with at that point took all of my energy and my experience didn’t seem important. My mind make it all about this person and about the love I had lost, I wasn’t seeing the bigger picture – I had a vision! Whether I saw the future or the present unfolding at a different location is irrelevant to me as I was not trying to “see” anything; however, I have been wondering about this guy and this was my answer.
My hurt, heartbreak, moving across the world alone and college experience took over the next few years of my life.