I think my dream made me shift realities
Hello everyone. This is what happened to me.
To give you some context, I used to practice divination and other esoteric practices. My father was a shaman, and my mother was deeply interested in the world of the occult and spirituality.
I've always been someone who dreams a lot. I've had every kind of dream imaginable—from nightmares about terrorist attacks, to dreams about having sex with a complete stranger, to dreams where I could fly.
About ten years ago, I had a dream that I'm convinced changed the dimension or reality I was living in.
I was around 17 or 18 years old at the time. My best friend had serious health problems—he had undergone a heart transplant and had a large scar covering much of his upper body.
One night, I went to sleep and had a dream unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I've had lucid dreams, out-of-body experiences, and countless ordinary dreams before, but this one was completely different. I know every dream is unique, but the nature of this one was something I've never experienced again.
I suddenly appeared in a place of complete darkness. Then I started falling... and falling... and falling. I know falling dreams are common, so at first it didn't seem unusual. But while I was falling through this endless darkness, red horizontal and vertical lines began to appear around me, almost like a giant grid.
I fell the equivalent of 23 floors.
Then I woke up.
From that moment on, I felt different.
I continued living my life normally, but over time I realized that many things had changed.
My father, who had been a shaman, completely stopped practicing. My mother, who had always believed in it but never seemed capable of practicing herself, eventually became a well-known shaman—not because of money, but because of her work and reputation.
My best friend survived.
My female best friend died by suicide.
But more than anything else... I changed.
My brother calls it "the power of words." I completely stopped practicing anything related to the occult, but somehow my words seem to influence the people around me.
For example, I once told a coworker to pack up his life, move to another country, find a new job, and start over. Three weeks later, he had moved to Switzerland.
It feels as though the things I say somehow shape the decisions people make.
At the same time, my own life is a disaster. I constantly feel like I don't belong in this world, as if I'm somehow out of place.
I'm posting this on Reddit as a last resort because I honestly feel like it's my last chance of finding an answer.