Suddenly I saw an unusual image in my minds eye. It was a birds eye view of the houses. They looked like minuscule toy replicas and felt fake to me. Now, these houses toward over me as a 7 year old! I remember always being in awe of how everything looked so big and magnificent as a child. And here I was, getting the impression that they were short lived, fragile, and flimsy little things. Then I received an intrusive thought in my head, 'if I just blow on these houses, they would fall down'. The thought was completely foreign, and yet it was as if something had hijacked my mind so expertly, that the thoughts felt mine. There was even a vague notion that the thought had come from a masculine mind. It felt like my mind was being shared and I was sedated or in a trance. Time lost all meaning, and my emotions were a bit toned down and distant. Thank God for that, otherwise I would have had a breakdown.

I was back to observing the roof of the house in front, only this time I was sure it was fake. The sky seemed painted on and I could have almost imagined the sun hanging by a string. Nothing I saw was real! I knew this more than I had ever known anything in my life! The world I was constantly fascinated by as a child, seeing as everything just felt so new, was shattered. I felt an enormous emptiness and sense of loss, but I hadn't even begun to mourn when I became infuriated. I hated being made a fool of and tricked. I accusingly thought, 'why did you let me believe it was real!' I believe the hold 'he' had on my mind weakened at this point because of his strong emotional reaction. Before this, it was more like an information download without emotion. Now, I could feel him laughing at me! Not mockingly though, it was the way a father would laugh at a child for saying something 'cute'. He said, 'but how could you have possibly thought it was real'? Our minds felt less merged at this point and it was clear that I was having a telepathic conversation with a male presence, but he quickly hijacked my mind again.

He instructed me to look past the roof to the sun, then past the sun to the sky, then past that. I received the impression that behind the sun and behind the sky, there was a world invisible and yet all around me, and that world was realer. I'll explain 'realer' after. It was what I was used. I also got the impression that this other world was highly populated and that this world was like a dream. What happened in the other world was of dire importance as that was 'real life'. With that he left.

I unfroze and continued skipping towards the backdoor as if nothing had happened. My mind had been wiped. I played on my play structure. I slid down my slide and accidentally rotated a bit so that when I landed I was facing the sun. That jogged my memory a bit. I remembered that something extremely important and unusual had just happened to me while inside the house and that I had to remember! I tried several times. Nothing. Two years later when I was 9 'dimension' had become my new favorite word and to get a better grasp of the meaning I decided to look it up in the dictionary. As I read the description, it all came back. I knew then that what the being had tried to explain to me was the concept of dimension. I truly think that it was above my head at the age of 7, so my mind had to block it. I didn't tell anyone until I was 21, I told my mom. When I was 22 I started watching scientific explanations on higher dimensions and realized how accurate he had been to use 'realer'! Even our lowly 3d cannot be 100% fake and the higher dimensions are realer because they contain extra directions on top of our six, at 90 degree angles to ours and each other. I recommend people Google 'flat-landers' for a better understanding.

As a side note, sometimes I feel that this being is like a guide or guardian angel. I saw him in a dream where I was in a museum representing the history of humanity. There were sky lights over the displays that let brilliant white light shine through with stuff all lined up along the walls and some in the centre, everything from a dinosaur skeleton to a keyboard. And two walls weren't even there, it was just an endless white expanse. I was a child dressed just like my mom would dress me to go to church, a frilly yellow dress, lacy white socks, shiny leather shoes, and curls. A disembodied male voice was speaking to me, it was almost parental. It was so soft and gentle, yet firm and full of authority. I've never heard a voice like that. I had fallen asleep feeling my life was doomed due to many hardships. He started talking about astrology (which I was into) and how a bad aspect and good aspect was the same and gave a ver good example. He then said the only difference was that a bad one was negative energy being disowned and repressed by the psyche and a good one was energy being owned and properly integrated by the psyche, so that with hard work you could turn a negative into a positive. He said part of the purpose of existence was to transmute unconscious energy into conscious energy. He said one day I would be fully conscious as would everyone. Though I never saw his face, he allowed me to see his back. He had a long black hooded robe down to his feet, like a cape. I woke up. The dream was felt very real and different from my other dreams. A year later I talked to a healer with alleged psychic ability who without my asking said they met my guide who was very protective of me, and did not like her working on me. I asked if she got a masculine or feminine vibe. She said male! Then without my prompting she proceeded to tell me that he was oddly dressed. She found this really amusing and was laughing when she described the long black hooded robe he wore. She said it looked like a cape. Delightedly I said, 'that sure sounds like him!' I didn't believe in guides and I'm still on the fence. Maybe guardian angels just pop in once in a while... who knows.