I remember when ‘it’ happened. I was laying, sound asleep in my bed. When back to back nightmares appeared. Always following the same storyline. Death. Though I have grown quite fond of these nightmares. But one night, after a suspiciously good day I feel asleep to find a different scenario. Everything in this world was good. No death, no pain, just happy. I remember screaming, but not waking up until moments later.

This went on for weeks. So I started making my days extremely horrible to see if it changed anything. And it did. The nightmares got worse, which meant life got worse, and it just escalated from there.

My mom claims, “I heard you scream that night, and it went on for months,” I realized that anytime I would dream, I would scream. It wasn’t my kinda place or world, which is why it freaked me out. Liek the words need to be flip flopped. Nightmare to dream. Dream to nightmare.

My dad says, “Sometimes I would come home from a late night shift to hear you screaming. Until I found out, your just dreaming.”

After my first dream, things escalated. To my second dream, then 3rd, and fourth, and so on. But suddenly the death has stopped in my nightmares and instead began predicting the future. It predicted I would fail my math test. But today I woke up horrified. In this nightmare, it ended with me dying.