I always had very vivid dreams since I was little. I never knew that I would always remember them and see it come true. I was in a different car that I didn't see before with my mom, brother and me. I remember riding on a street until we turned the corner. The first thing I saw was the sign of the building. We were going to a nursing home. The picture above showed a nurse taking care of a patient. My mom explained something about Grandma. She said, "Grandma just got back surgery. She will be in this nursing home for a bit, but don't worry, she will still survive..." I woke up after I heard that.
"No, Grandma will never, ever get surgery!" I said to my self. I told the dream to my mom and she said that she might because she was old. Last summer, I remember Grandma having the surgery. She then had to stay at a nursing home because it hurt so much. Mom, my brother and I turned the corner in our new rented car... "Hey! I saw that sign before!" I exclaimed. "We were in a new car too, as we were driving here!" I remembered the dream from when I was little and was glad that Grandma was going to be alright.
In this other dream, I was walking into a bathroom. It had nicely polished floors with white tile. The thing that caught my eye though, was the patterned, black, and white triangles and squares that made the outer part of the shower. Neat design, I thought. After that, the dream vanished as I woke up. Again, years later, my family was going to go on a three day vacation up to Mount Rushmore. On our second night there, Dad decided that we would take a king size room instead of the queen size room we always got. It was awesome! The large space made it like an apartment. I looked in many places. The bedroom, small family room, and finally, the bathroom. I then stepped into the same bathroom I saw in my dream. Wow, I thought to myself. I stepped out dazed about what I just saw.
I've had other dreams with the same things happening. I need some help though. Am I really psychic?