Congratulations to you viewers of this story. You're the first ones to hear about my odd story. Shall we begin?
Let's head back, way back to July 17, 2009. I remember this date because I have written them down since then. Take notice, today is March 31, 2010. Now, on that July evening, I was sleeping. As usual, I had a dream. In the dream, I was at a place, full of pictures of pigs and the smell of food being cooked. I was with my Granny, eating and talking. She was wearing a blue, button up shirt and a baggy pair of blue jeans. Her hair was curly and her glasses were hanging on her nose. I was wearing a green Arizona shirt and a pair of dark blue Levi jeans. My hair was up into a sloppy ponytail with a black hair band. (I am typing exactly what I have written in, what I call my "dream book"). We finished our food and that's when a friend of mine, Chris, came up and began to talk to use. I had a rather large bruise on my left arm, about the size of a grapefruit. He had made a comment about it and then, I woke.
As soon as I woke up and managed to get the sleep dust from my eyes, I wrote down what I had dreamed. (The reason I had written down my dreams at that time was because I was in the middle of writing a story and this girl would have dreams about crimes before they had happened and ended up helping the police catching a mass murderer.) Anyways, months passed. My story was finished. But was lost when the computer crashed.
At any rate, this past Sunday, which was March 28, 2010, I was sitting at Larry's BBQ. I was eating with my Granny and we were talking about my mother and sister and the normal family issues. That day, my Granny was wearing a blue button up shirt and a baggy pair of blue jeans. Her hair was a bit curlier then usual because she had gotten a perm. Her glasses were falling off her nose, which I had commented on. At the time, I was wearing a green Arizona shirt and a dark blue pair of Levi jeans. My hair was up in a sloppy ponytail and a black hair band. Sound familiar? Thought so. Just as we were getting ready to pay, my friend Chris appeared out of no where and began talking to me. He had noticed the bruise on my arm and asked what had happened. I had given blood the week before and had some lose veins, which caused the bruise. Suddenly, in the middle of our conversation, I froze.
An ice, cold chill ran down my spine, followed by a hot flash running up my spine. Both happened within the same moment. Just as soon as the flash and chill disappeared, my stomach began to do back flips and I got extremely lightheaded. I had to bend over and put my head between my knees, taking in deep breaths until the feeling went away.
This has been happening a lot lately, but that is just one of the experiences that have happened within the past two weeks. I'm not quite sure if this is normal. I hate getting my feelings. I've heard people say I have"ability" but, I don't think so. Mind showing me a bit of light in this path of darkness?