there's so much I want to put on this website, I have to break it up into different stories. This story is about my past, and another occurrence that is continuing right now.
I'll start off with my past first. Ever since I was little, I've had a huge creative and imaginative memory. I had many imaginary friends, pretended I was a dog with an invisible owner, believed I was a horse, thought I was part fairy, etc. (also saying, I was a big dork with my creativity). I concluded these to be all childish actions, though I've been thinking about it lately. I discovered that I can remember things that never happened. There are times that I will go up to my parents and ask if they remember something, and they'll look at me and crack up because what I told them has never happened. They make fun of me a lot and joke and say: "Hey Taylor, remember when you were a month and a half old, and you rode that horse across the prairie?" they think it's funny, but it's annoying. There will just be a moment when I'm by myself laying down or whatever, and out of the blue, I'll get a vision of something that I did when I was little. Some examples are: One time I remembered when I was crawling on the floor as a baby, and all of the sudden I stood up, about 4 years old and I ran into the living room where my parents were and said "Look! I've grown up!". Another time was when I had 2 spiders in my room, one black and one white. I don't know what this means, but the memories are so clear and it feels like they just happened. I used to think these were OBEs, but they can't be because the memories take place in my old house when I was little.
The second topic in this story is smoking. I've talked before about my dreams about my best friends smoking because Mike (ex) is smoking. Recently, I've been having dreams about him or someone I care about smoke, and I've been seeing signs of it everywhere. A couple of weeks ago, I was coming back from Atlantic City with my mom, and I saw a woman smoking a cigarette. I didn't think anything of it, but then I saw an ambulance rush past us. I began to get worried. Then my mom and I smelled smoke and knew there was a fire around. I told my best friend Nicole about this when I went over her house. Later, I got a call from my guy best friend Tony telling me Mike got caught smoking. I took this as a sign. Now all the time I smell smoke, I see it, and I can't stand to be near it anymore. I get so sick and almost pass out because the air feels like it's choking me and I can't break free. I was never like this before. Smoke will fill the room out of no where and only I can see it and smell it. I don't understand this.
What does it mean? Is Mike in trouble, or am I just sensitive?