A Dream Or Something Else?

Every other month for the past ten years I have events of dreams in the same order. The first one it me waking up in bed, everything seems normal but when I stand up I can't stop spinning, My feet aren't moving but I know it's me and not the world. I would walk around straight but I am still spinning and then I would go to the house where my friends use to live and it dark, not night time but dark. I would see my old friend and stop in front of them and everything is still spinning until he places his hands on my and he is spinning with me but I can see him clearly and the dream ends, but the other odd thing is that that house and neighborhood I haven't lived in years and both houses of mine and my friends aren't there anymore.

The next night I have a dream about school, not attending but walking down the halls. I would look out of the windows to see the day is going fast, turns night, then to day, then back tonight. When I arrive in my old homeroom classroom everything stops and my old teacher would walk in and give me a book, but before I could read it I wake up. My old teacher has been dead in years.

The last one its never pacific dream but the dream would come true the next day.

I am not religious but I am open-minded, my family is Catholic and has been all the way up to my great great grandmother. I do have an attendance to have other weird dreams that come to have something happen.

Like when I move into a new house I have a dream before the move day, I would be a child again with all of my siblings. My mm would take us to a large house where you can't tell how big it truly is inside. When she opens the door she looks at us and "Says there are many rooms in this house, go and pick one."

Now there is eight of us total, the youngest is still a toddler. Mom would take the little ones to go look when the five older one included myself will go look around. Everyone founds their rooms with ease but I would have trouble. Every room I go in I don't seem to like and seemed more fitted for the others, but thas not what I find strange at all, its the fact with every room I go in the century of the room changes and so do I. Then I come across a room to look as it was made in 1800s Victorian times my favorite century to learn about I walk to the bed and by the bedside is a picture of a woman with a man dressed in the century, at first I thought it was just a bunch of strangers but it was me and my friend, Andrue.