My family is wack. Not all of us get along and not all of us talk or like each other.
One night I dreamt that I had gone to a funeral with my mom visiting a guy I never knew or didn't even think I saw. I woke up and screamed his name. I told my mom that "David R. Cunnings" would die in less than two weeks. No one believed me and I kept bugging my mom to tell the other side of the family before it was too late.
A week went by and no one believed me; no one cared. The second week he died. My whole family was shocked to see that I was right. Going to that funeral was like a big deja vu for me. I had never met this man before in my life and somehow I knew his name and knew when his time was up.
My parents think I have a gift. Sometimes I think it's just a bother.
A few weeks later I kept having dreams and about friends and family that are close to me. Sometimes, not all of them, would be bad definitely these have impacted my life. I know not everyone understands what I'm talking about but in my eyes I see things. I see everything and anything. People come to me but not as a person or in person for that matter. It's like they get into my head. They show me things. My head gets cloudy and I get angry when I can't think for myself.