In 1982 I remember waking up in a room. I had no recollection of what happened to me. During my therapy session I asked my therapist if she could fill me in on why I was there. I felt o.k., but I could not walk as normal people, you could not understand anything I said, and I could not remember anything that happened since my senior year in 1980. I had no recollection of ever graduating. Then I started having dreams that would eventually come to be. I later realized they were preminitions. Anyway, this was so confusing to me I felt a need' I actually woke up with a feeling that I needed to go talk to a priest. That same morning, I went to church, like every Sunday, at the end of the service, the entire congregation stood on their feet while the priest walked out. This particular Sunday, as the priest was walking down the aile he caught a glimpse of me and his eyes eyes opened wider and he took a second look. The following day I went to go talk to a priest about this traumatic brain injury and getting all these dreams. As I walked in the confession room, I was surprised to see the same priest I had seen the day before. Anyway he explained he was warned that a troubled young lady woud go seeking his help.

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