Unwanted Precog' Vision!

My precognition is like a fireball delivering deja-vu... Lashing images of familiar faces of ones I never knew... To some it's a gift, but to me it's an eternal nightmare... Predictions of the unwanted...leaving me drained emotionally in despair... I would gladly exchange these thoughts of voices any-time... To have myself back in my peace, even for a time... Dreams that would disturb your norm', shadows across your wall... Resonate sounds of your name called, but no one at your door... Wishing to rest in tranquility, from the tunnels that draw me... My ancestors are restless, as are yours, if you could but envision what I see: A hand...stroking your hair in the middle of the night; An energy-feild of presences, so palpable, causing sheer fright; A breath brushing against your neck; with heat to skin flare; A promise of death in fear...to play the game, if you would only dare...