A t the age of 25, I woke up in a room and saw an old man standing at the doorway, staring at me. I yelled, "hey!" at him, perceiving him as an intruder in the house-and as soon as I said it, he charged my bed with amazing speed. I fell back in bed and threw my arms up to defend myself against an attack, and waved an arm at him to throw him away from me. My hand went through his face as he stood, staring down at me solemnly. Then he faded away very slowly.
A while later I would in my sleep hear a male European voice demanding my attention, commanding me to listen to him and promising me he would prove to me he exists. When in the same sleeping state I tried to ignore him, a weight settled over my stomache, making it impossible for me to breathe. It woke me up, fighting for breath. When I finally went back to sleep, the voice was back but eventually went away from my dreams.
Afterwards, making a personal choice, I went to somebody who hypnotized me and the results were confusing and intriguing at the same time.
The trusted friend that I went to to hypnotize me, I can only describe the events that followed as bizarre. I told him I was having dreams that came and went and thought I was troubled about something in the back of my mind. I wanted his help to find out what it was and sort it out for myself.Once he hypnotized me, I started hearing messages in my head, it was like listening to a radio on low volume. And I started telling him, the friend who hypnotized me, what these messages were. And as I was telling him what I heard, I suddenly started actually saying the messages myself without hearing them. At that point I angrily demanded who he was and asked, ' can you help me?'My friend was confused and said yes, if I wanted his help, he would help me. I said to him, ' no, I'm not asking for your help-he is. I think you need to bring me out of hypnosis now.' So my friend did just that.The second time I was hypnotized by the same friend, I heard the same voice becoming irritated, saying I was ignorant, a fool and just didn't know. It said I was not paying attention to him.At the time, I took hold of a pen and pencil and wrote something out. When my friend asked me what I had written, I read the writing out and said, ' be careful, I am not what you think.' My hypnotist friend brought me out of hypnosis immediately and I had to work hard to convince him to hypnotize me a third time to talk to this 'voice'-he didn't want to hypnotize me anymore but agreed reluctantly.In the third session, he addressed the voice in my head himself and asked questions. What did he want? Who was he? Why did he chose me to send messages through?The voice gave his name. The name was a German Jewish name. He said he talked to me because I can hear him.The next thing that happened was probably the strangest event. I saw a series of numbers in my head along with a partial address, and two names, one of which was female, the other, I assume, a last name.And I heard, 'find her', 'tell her I'm sorry.'That was the end of the third hypnosis session. The next day, I was absently flipping through the latest white pages edition and, just for the heck of it, looked up the name I'd heard the day before in the session. To my amazement, I found the last name, the series of numbers, and the address-all lined up together-in a certain person's name in a section of the yellow pages. I contacted my hypnotist friend and had him get his own copy of the white pages. When he looked up the address, he was also very surprised. He asked me if I was going to call the person.I said no, because what was I going to say? Somebody from the other side named so and so says hes sorry?I never called the person in the white pages.