It all started when I was 7 years old. I had gone to my grandparents for the summer, that night I had a dream that my sisters and I were playing a game were they read a paragraph and did a,b,c answers. The very next day we did play that game, my sister read about some sickness and before she could read the answers I said "bipolar" and she freaked out! She asked me if I even knew what bipolar was and I said "no", she just looked at me, I don't know what happened after that. It was a beginning of what I call my "real dreams..."
When I was in school my "real dreams" came by the dozen, I thought that I might be crazy. So when I was in the fifth grade I did something both good and bad, I told my mom. The good thing about it was that she did believe me, the bad thing about it was that she would always ask me annoying questions, like when did it first happen and things like that. So I told her not to tell anyone, she kept that a secret.
For some time I was afraid that if I told anyone but my mom that they might take me away from my family and do experiments on my brain. By the time I was in the seventh grade my "real dreams" didn't come buy the dozens, they came by ones. Every month or so I would have my "real dreams", but that was rare.
By then when I had real friends I could tell them everything and they wouldn't think that I was crazy. I could trust them with that because when I said "real dreams" they would ask "What's that?" I thought it was pretty funny. But if my secret leaked out into the school that would be very troublesome to me. Some would think that I was lying, some would think that I was a freak, and some would think that would be cool. I don't care what people think about me I just don't want certain people to know about this kind of thing.
So in the end I still do have my "real dreams", but my question is this, can that sort of thing stay with you or does it leave when you are a certain age?