My story started about a year ago. That is when I started having a sense of deja vu. My dreams were coming true. At first it was little stuff, like talking to a friend at school, or getting a paper back. Then I started seeing a pattern. How I felt or if something big would happen. I thought I was going insane until I saw my grandfather. He died of lung and kidney cancer. When I was sitting in my room I asked God if I could see him one more time. I wasn't dreaming it felt like I just left my body. I talked to him and he told me to look out for my grandmother and my parents and that what I had was a gift. He gave me a hug and walked away.
After that I started paying more attention to my dreams. Once I was dreaming that I was in a strange room staring at a picture which was hung on a wall. I felt like I was intruding on someone. I went to the same place a month later. The feeling I had was because it was my friend's hotel room and she and her mom were in a big fight. I realized I felt that uncomfortable feeling of intruding again.
I have had many experiences like this and I'm left wondering what I am and how am I doing it? I felt all alone because I could never tell anyone. I tried to explain it once to my mother but she didn't believe me. Now I feel relief that I at least know that they're are others out there like me.