So when I was around the age of 1, my mother had a vision or dream, or it was reality, that a man stood before her bedroom door saying that she had to watch out next day. What happened the following day? I had a very low blood sugar ratio so I almost died.
Also interesting, the man who stood before the door looked like my fathers grandfather (he was in Bosnia because of the civil war when this 'dream' happened).
So was it a dream, a vision or reality? And is he good or evil? Will he speak to me because I am older now (15) or will he keep speeking to my mother?
Yes, it was me, can you maybe explain it?






