Weird coincidences

Anyone ever go to a psychic or medium and think to yourself, this is nutty? Or experience some phenomenon and chalk it up to coincidence? Sure we all have. I've been brought to tears over something I wasn't even emotional about during readings and confused as to why the water fell from my eyes. I've been paralyzed with fear in my own bed, after being awoken by no one. I've been told by numerous psychics and mediums that I am protected by a Male presence and it's very strong. Now by numerous, I would love to clarify; every. single. one. While my best friend had been told to never go to Paris, this was my revelation. At times I was fearful of the energy around me, and other times comforted. You will never see me ouija board. And my last 2 interactions with sensitives I was told explicitly to surround myself with lavendar light before meditating or trying to communicate with the non physical. I am coming into my abilities to sense and it's going to happen rapidly. And this Male presence will help protect me. So completely freaky, right?? But here I was sitting in my friend's sitting room balling my eyes out over my deceased grandmother. My grandmother, who I reconciled within myself years ago, was mentally unstable and it was no fault of my own. The emotions were stifling… I believe my reaction was not my own, but her overwhelming sadness. To which the woman who was reading me, looked at me with genuine concern and told me I need to be careful, because I take on others emotions… including the departed. But also the sick, and I should shield myself when caring for ill people. Like wonderful, now I'm going to be craving breast milk and cuddles. Hahahaha. But honestly I don't go looking for things to happen they just do. When I was a teenager I would see glimpses of white sheer cloth blow by my doorway in the middle of the night, almost like a nightgown. Always just a glimpse. One night I was 17 and woke thinking I fell asleep at my boyfriend's house and he was touching my side of my leg. So this is dumb on so many levels. I certainly was not allowed to sleep over a boyfriend's house at 17. And once reality hit, that I was in my bed and there was absolutely no one anywhere near me, I froze. Like paralyzed with fear. Who or what was it? I felt it, I felt the palm of the hand lift off, when I fully opened my eyes. The next crazy thing to happen was I was eating lunch on break at work and I was 21. I heard my best friend crying behind me. She wasn't there. I called her and asked if everything was ok. She said that at the time I heard her, she was having a very emotional fight with her then boyfriend. About a year later I was in the Florida Keys and heard my mother calling out my name. She was in New York. I called her and she said she had just thought about me, because she had a dream about me. That same time period, I awoke one night and my boyfriend at the time awoke startled as well, but didn't see what the Hell I saw. I saw a child running around the foot of our bed, ducking down and crawling under it. Yea .. I said “oh my God, did you see him too??” And he promptly said “see who?”. I knew I was alone and just seent some shit. I was terrified and would only sleep on the couch that night. I was house hunting in the city of Wilmington. My realtor took me to a house, that wasn't in the top safest area, but also wasn't in the worst. I looked at homes blocks away and no issue. I got out of my car and felt dread. I proceeded inside and I continued feeling uneasy. We got to the walk up attic and I saw an old suitcase and literally turned right around and told Patty I had to leave immediately. She asked what was wrong and as tears welled in my eyes I said “that house is haunted. Bad haunted.” She believed me and said “ok, so haunted houses are off the to “see” list.” I loved her, she cracked me up, but I also loved that she didn't for one second question my crazy. I eventually bought another house, a new house only 2 years old. Former owners were a young family. No ghosts, I could ascertain. My son was barely a few months old, I was still breast feeding. He woke crying at around 2am. We had the old sound monitors and I was struggling to open my eyes. My husband was like “are you getting him or you want me to?”. I said I'd get up, then we BOTH heard it… he will deny it, but he did. It was my grandmother Bienz's voice. “Its ok sweet baby”. Then he quieted and made noises like he was almost playing with someone. We lay there frozen. He was as freaked out. I said “that was my grandmother”. Then he claims he heard nothing. And maintains he heard “something” but can't commit to what it was he heard. That happened another time with him also same monitor, in our current home. We both awoke to a room full of conversations… going on in my sleeping toddler's room. I looked right at him and said “you fucking hear that, don't you?” He was eyes wide as saucers and said “yea”. Then said he's not sure what he heard.. and maintains that lie to this day. hahaha. Recently my dog just got sick very suddenly and within a week was shaking any time she was awake and not focusing on moving. She stopped eating and barely could walk. We were faced with the decision to give her the gift of easing her pain and suffering and let her pass away comfortably. Man that shit sucks… and I despise that part of loving a pet, so completely. The day prior, my friend told me she once had gone to a dog medium. I pressed her on the story, she had no idea what lie ahead of me the next day. She said the medium was very accurate and told her the dog was grateful and it was the best decision. I then told her about my Sweet girl. Naturally she felt awful, but I told her that I pressed her and it was comforting to me. The next day we took her and it went as smooth as it could. She lied her face on my leg as I caressed her face telling her how much we love her. I went to bed that night, exhausted and sad. I was thinking of her. Thinking and missing her. Then my entire body felt that shiver. It hurt. It felt like the shiver you get when you have a fever and your muscles are so sore from shivering. I know it was her. She felt that pain those last days. I did indeed help her become free of the pain. She was letting me know she was grateful and still around me. The craziest story was when I was 19 I was driving my girlfriends home from a concert and I was at an intersection with Cross Bay Boulevard in Queens. My light turned green, and I lifted my foot up off the break, as I felt it go down further under my foot, I was startled. I said “What the Hell?” Looking down to my floorboard to see what the Hell was pushing the pedal down, only to look up and see a speeding car blow right past us. I would have been killed and my girlfriends too. Then came a scent of familiar comfort. I told my mom it was a smell like cigar or pipe. I felt someone with me, stronger than I had ever before. The smell of cigar/pipe has wafted into my nares on numerous occasions and it always comforts me. I know it's my “male” watching over me. Most recently someone told me he is, or is “like” a grandfather to me. Said I really never knew him, but he loves me as a favorite. My maternal grandfather died when I was under 5 years old. Could be him, I suppose. I told my mother and she reiterated he never smoked a cigar or pipe, so the tobacco scent doesn't fit. But she brought to my attention that the day after we let go of our pup, a photo of him landed in her sight...a photo she hadn't seen for some time….. with his dog Do I want to fully embrace this or ignore it? I'm scared of it. But I'm fairly certain it's not a choice I have.