Forbidden Confessions of a Dream Walker - Part 2: The Turning Point and Discovery of Powers

Everything stayed the same for years — the fear, the battles in the dark — until the night something changed.

It happened in a dream like so many before.
I was in the kitchen of my childhood home.
I remember the lights dimming — that was always the first sign she was coming.
The Hag would usually enter from the back porch, and I would scramble toward the living room at the front of the house, desperate to escape.
But it was always the same: as soon as I tried to run, reality would thicken around me. Moving felt like crawling through tar, like something unseen was pulling me backward.

This time started no differently.
I was on my hands and knees, dragging myself toward the living room — when something inside me snapped.

I thought, "I'm sick of this."
I stopped crawling. I stood up.

And instead of fleeing, I turned and marched straight toward the back porch door.

As I moved, a brilliant, sparkling light poured into me from above, entering through the top of my head. It filled me with a strength I'd never known before — not just strength of body, but strength of soul. Somehow, I just knew what I needed to do.

I flung the door open.

The porch beyond was dark, but I could see her — the Hag — cowering in the back corner, huddled in the deepest shadows. She knew. She understood that I wasn't afraid anymore.

Without hesitation, I spoke:
"Leave me and my family alone. Leave, and never come back."

And that was the end of her.

I never saw the Hag again.

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NEXT - Part 3: Awakening to Power