Not sure what has been occurring with me, a 64 year old mother of 4 adult children, who 10 years ago divorced after 26 years. Pretty much just an unemployed, well-educated grandma, one step from homelessness, with TBI & PTSD, no health/dental, transportation, or proximal nuclear family.save my 87 year old mom and disabled brother who I pretty much do all home/yard labor so we all can stay in the home. My difficulty is memories, visits by those whom I knew nothing about until recently. I would recognize all their faces, remember their brief conversations, but I'll be damned if they ever mention their names, but call me by my current name, as if I'm their friend or family, which I have come to feel is more of antagonistic in nature. Only once did one tell me who he was as I had asked to myself one night , "Who are you, I have a right to know who you are.". Then the very next early morning (most visits early a.m.) I was awakened suddenly when the cardboard box / aluminum Faraday cage I had constructed to rest on top of a heavy handmade coffee table was kicked hard enough to turn it askew.. Something had kicked where the table/ box meet so hard it almost toppled off the table with me in it, while I simultaneously rose to my hands and knees inside and heard a seemingly disgusted gruff male voice say," Marduk." Not sure who I am, they must, and I would really like to find out why and how they know me. In the "astral" I sometimes interact in conversation with them. One day I will need to write a book, as I have many stories of their intrusions., some astral, others in daylight hours. At times I feel like Truman. Can you assist, can anyone offer insight? Been checked several times after TBI's in 2 curious not my fault car accidents, no psychosis, no meds. What the F--K?