I've had numerous experiences but it's interesting that most happened before the age of 6. I've had a recent 'rash' of things happen that have been... unsettling.
One of my first memories is from about 3 yo, around 1972 or so. I was in a deep sleep and awoke with a start, immediately knowing that something wasn't right. I opened my eyes and looked toward my bedroom window. In front of my window was a small child's toy piano, about 2 feet tall, the tuneless kind that go plink-plink-plink. In front of my piano was a small being, about 2 feet tall. Very humanoid, and dressed curiously... formally, as though it was a suit. The visuals coming back to me now are so strong, the otherworldly aspect of this was accentuated by the moonlight from the window bathing the being in this unreal blue hue. It felt neither divine nor malefic. Since I was only 3 I didn't have the psychological vocabulary to process the 'vibe' i felt, but in retrospect I can only describe it as primal/primordial. Simply standing there in silence, watching. I attempted to move but was completely paralyzed. I had one more encounter with this being soon after, and the circumstances were similar -- awoke from a deep sleep, felt something amiss. This time, he (the being definitely had a gender) was in the corner of my room, rotating. It was very odd, rotating slowly like a ballerina on a child's music box. I got the sense this being was in stasis, or 'paused' -- there was no sense of being observed. The being was definitely present, but I just had the feeling it was shut off or in some sort of suspended animation. This time, I was able to run out of bed and into my parents room.
Lots of sleep paralysis, somnabulist, and old hag stuff as a boy. One OBE. By kindergarten, most of this stuff just seemed to stop.
In the early/mid 90s I had an unusual 'waking vision.' This experience was mostly forgotten until the last year or so, which I'll explain later.
Waking vision -- I snapped awake one night, and it caught me off guard as I'm usually a monster/bear when i wake up and it usually takes me at least 30 mins to shake the sleep from my brain. That night it was snapping awake with instant mental focus. Unusual, but i thought nothing of it and laid there in bed, deciding if I should try to force myself asleep or get up and read. With my head on the pillow, I just stared thoughtlessly, staring at the closet door, waiting to get drowsy.
It was then a luminescent triptych appeared in the room. Like a holographic window, split into three panes. In each pane a variation on a vision appeared. I could describe these and the nature of the window, but it's so abstruse/metaphysical it would take a thousand words to even scratch the surface.
To back up a little, I'm blind as a bat, I can't see more than a few feet in front of my nose, beyond that everything is a blur. I woke up, obviously, not wearing my glasses/contacts. This 'vision window' was a few feet beyond the edge of the bed and contained the most maddening amount of detail I've ever experienced. If anyone is familiar with mandelbrot fractals, it was similar to that (not necessarily in appearance, but in concept) -- I could dive into successive level upon level upon level of increasing granularity. The easiest way for me to describe it was a quantum mise en abyme, a recursive droste superstrucure that could be traversed in a hyperdimensional manner that language can't quite describe.
In the following 12 months or so, I had a series of 3 dreams/visions that built upon each other in succession.
And then... nothing. I almost forgot all about it until a few years later when I moved to Arizona and began listening to Bell and heard a Gordon Michael Scallion interview. He described one of his visions as this waking experience of seeing three separate panes of the same event but with 3 possible outcomes. I was floored to the similarity of my experience, but again, I soon forgot about it. Nothing happened. Years pass.
Until now... I've had a recent followup dream/vision. Nothing concrete in terms of specific changes, but I do get a sense of how things will be. Even though it's broad in the sense of a global change, it's very specific and personal that I am not where I need to be. And I don't mean in a metaphorical/spiritual sense, but in a very real and physical 'I need to move to a specific area' of the country. There's a very strong prompting to move to this area within 6-12 months and no later than 18. Doing the math, I've figured I need to be relocated to this new area by -- you guessed it -- early 2012.
Again, this was a dream. Unreal clarity and not dreamlike at all, I only label it as a dream because they've happened to me when I was sleeping. Is it real/valid? I don't know. Does it feel real? Very much so. Should you care? I'm just a faceless stranger on the internet.
On one hand, I don't give the visions and what I saw much thought. I feel like a rationalist with irrational things occurring. But i *am* moving, in 6-12 months.
If I'm wrong, I'll feel like a bit of an asshat. But the feeling will pass, life will go on, and I'll be happy to be wrong (very happy, trust me), still listening to Snoory, just from a different time zone.