Hi,
I've had a few instances of contact with spirits, but this has got me flummoxed. I've been living in my apartment for just over two years now. With 2 exceptions, I've been living alone. I had a woman living with me for a few months last year, and I recently had a pair of temporary roommates. As far as I know, the house hasn't had any kind of history of spiritual activity.
In the last few weeks, I've been feeling a sense of foreboding. Then I found out that one of the temporary roommates was misleading me about her situation. After I asked her to leave is when things got really scary.
I started getting a lot of physical pain that isn't normal. Then, a couple days go, I was relaxing in my recliner when I felt like something was trying to claw it's way into my back. The chair is in good shape and has nothing sticking out that would cause that. This was on Thursday. Friday morning, I went to my sisters. I had none of the pain I'd been feeling. She got home from college and mentioned taking me back to my apartment and the pain returned and I suddenly couldn't walk straight. I spent Friday night at my parents and came back home on Saturday. Along with the digging pain in my back, which happens about every 3 or 4 hours, I've been having very odd dreams.
As I type this, I'm remember something that happened back in July. I went to visit a friend up in Iowa. On the bus trip up, I had a couple of dreams that had my grandfather in them. He wasn't the focal point of the dream, just seemed to be hanging around in the background. After I arrived at my friends house, I went to take a nap. I was sharing a room with her three year old son. I had another dream, this time my grandfather came to me as I was writing. I asked him if we could talk. He said yes, then I woke up cause I needed to use the bathroom. When I came back, I tried to go back to sleep and recover the draem. The three year old had been taking a nap too. When I came back he was awake and seemed to be deliberately keeping me awake. At one point, I explained about wanting to try to go back to my dream to have a talk with my grandfather. He jumped onto the bed next to me, laid his head down on the pillow and told me "I'm your grandfather." Then he giggled and jumped back onto his bed and fell asleep.
I wonder if there's some kind of connection.
