My name is Renee, and ever since I was 7 years old I would have dreams that would come true. At the time I thought it was no big deal that maybe it was just deja vu or something but after months and months the dreams never stopped. It was little things like I would know something before someone said it or what someone would wear the next day. That's all it was for a while then one dream changed it all. My cousin who I grew up with had recently got married 3 years ago and one night I had a dream about lights and glass all over the street then I saw her husband covered in bruises and blood then I saw his funereal. I woke up screaming as it was the most gruesome disturbing dream I had ever had and at the time I was only 9 years old.
I never told anyone about that dream I thought if I didn't say anything maybe by some miracle it wouldn't happen but deep down I knew it would. Two weeks later, my cousin's husband died in a car accident. He was hit by a big rig truck. The funereal and the way he died was exactly what happened in my dream down to the last detail. This is when I decided I wanted nothing to do with whatever it was I could do. I thought it was my fault he had died so for about a year and a half I ignored it but the dreams never stopped. I still had them and no matter how hard I tried to block it out they came and happened anyway.
I was in 7th grade in my history class when I started to day dream. I saw two people I had never met holding hands they looked very happy together. It was strange because I had never seen these people before. This is the day where I started having visions while I was awake. In the middle of class, I'll be listening and out of nowhere I'll be pulled into a day dream and see something. I had many of those so I decided to keep a journal of what I saw and when those visions came true I would check them off. Most of every dreams or visions I've had will and have came true. I see many things; people who end up together, when certain people will break up, test scores, people's death and sometimes I even see people's memories.
I'm 13 now in the 8th grade and I've learned to accept my gift and I even learned that I'm not the only one who can do this. In my family, my dad could and so can my Aunt. I can also sometimes feel or see the presence of sprits they don't scare me there just there. So I would like to know if there are any others out there with a story similar too mine if so feel free to email me or comment below thanks;) Renee