During the time of Aunty Mina’s reign of terror I was pursued by terrible nightmares at night and other strange phenomena during the days.
The nightmares were always the same.  A giant cotton reel was rolling towards me and it wouldn’t stop.  This was accompanied by an awful heavy feeling in my head which threatened to crush me.
I would awake from these dreams drenched in sweat, only to fall back into another fitful sleep where the dream was often repeated.  This would leave me exhausted during the day and more prone to making mistakes and getting into trouble for something and then being punished and the cycle repeating itself.
As I ambled to the bus stop each morning I was beset by whether God intended this to be a good day for me, or was he going to punish me and give me a bad day?  bad days were when I would be overwhelmed by terrible prescentiments of danger and foreboding and I would curse God for the torture that he was inflicting upon me.
This might seem strange to the reader, but remember that I was quite young and believed in a very personal God who had his eye on me.  Both the Catholic priests who fascinated me and Aunty Mina who terrified me ensured that I believed that God had singled me out to keep an eye on.  Any minor infringement on my part would send down Gods wrath, my life would descend into chaos and everybody would know all about me and treat me with the contempt that I deserved. 
For several years this stupid farrago continued, with me firmly believing in Dogma until I grew to the age of full reason and decided on following my Faith selectively, setting aside retribution and penance and only accepting the loving side of this God.
During these formative years I was plagued by premonitions, many of which happened and which frightened me.  After being ridiculed by my peers for such foolishness I did not share my insights with them anymore.