What Does It Mean?Hi, everyone. Don't write me off as a crazy freak, please. I have an over-active imagination and all, but this really sort of scares me. Alright, so ever since I was young, my dreams have been coming true. I don't always remember my dreams, but when I do, they come true. When it happens, it isn't similar to my dream, it's exactly like my dream. It's happened since I was probably five and a half, maybe six. I thought it was funny when I was little, I always thought I was a psychic or something (over-active imagination :P). I'd dream about Christmas or Valentines Day, school, anything.
A few examples:
I dreamt a boy that I had a crush on in third grade (whom I'd never spoken to) would ask me to be his valentine, and he did when Valentines Day came along.
I also dreamt that same boy would kiss my cheek on the playground, as we walked to the swings together. A few days later, it happened.
I always thought it was coincidental. Well, when I was eight, I had this horrible dream. My great grandmother (who at the time was in perfect health, other than a nagging chest cold) was lying in a casket, at a wake, and a single card lay next to her, from me. It had a large heart on the front, and a single tear stain. I shrugged it off, thinking "This can't happen!" Well, a few months later, she was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was then that I remembered my dream, and I was in denial. I always thought, "She couldn't die! It won't happen!!", although it was inevitable. I was at her house one day, and I found myself crying, and decided to make her a card. I remembered the dream again as I was finishing the card. I looked down, and sure enough, one tear, just one, fell right in the center of the heart. I ran screaming and almost burnt the card, to get away from it, to prove to myself it wasn't happening. Unfortunately for my family and I, however, it did. She died, and I was forced to go to her wake. When I looked in the casket, I saw her pink lips stretched into a small smile, my card resting next to her head. I was terrified of dreaming for the longest time, and started exhausting myself so I was so tired that I fell into deep, dreamless sleep. Well, my dreams have been starting up again, always coming true. It scares me, so I'd love to know what you guys think, and if it means anything, thank you.
JordieGoesRawr 13-15, F 31 Responses 2 Aug 23, 2011