Some of you might remember that I had written that I had had strange things going on with my life and that right before my birthday I had a dream that I died. It begins like this:
I was rushed into the emergency room and lights are everywhere. I am stuck inside my body, yet I can see what is going on. They start electrocuting me but nothing happens. I can hear the heart rate monitor but soon enough it goes dead. Suddenly I leap out and look at my pale body that is just laying there, so lifeless. My mother is nearby and she is crying worse than I can imagine. I try to comfort her with my words always patting her on the back. She looks up like she felt me, but continues to cry harder.
And than I appear in a large library where my father is sitting with tears in his eyes. He looks at me like he can sense my presence. Then slowly he says, "Right before your nineteenth birthday... How sad."
I woke up sweating like I had just run a mile in the Sahara desert.
Days after my eighteenth birthday I enroll in University of Phoenix. There I went into the library on the first day to study on grammar where I noticed that it was the exact same room. I began to have flashes of the dream and suddenly I began to feel my skin going cold and pale. I felt so dead inside as if I was already dead. The feeling scared me and when I looked at my skin I had began to grow cold and almost blue, the color of death.
We went to the doctor and he said that he never saw that before. Since then my dreams have been coming true, about people, the future, my past, but this dream is the only one that haunts me the most. Does anyone know how to at least prevent from death reaching me before I realize it?