When I turned twelve, I had a boyfriend, and we were going out for two years. Everything was going fantastic, and we were so in love. In the summer right before my first year of high school, I had this horrible dream.
In the dream, he went on vacation. I asked my friends if he was coming back, and one of them said that he was already back. I couldn't find him anywhere, so I thought she was wrong. But then there he was, and I smiled at him, but he glared at me, like, "What are YOU looking at?" I was daunted, so I left. I came back, and this time he was in a different shirt. Again he was hostile, so I again left him. I saw him a third time, and like the other time, he had changed shirts. But this time he merely ignored me. I went to my friends, and before I could tell them what just happened, I saw him up on the stage, telling the whole school that his vacation had been a complete tragedy. He said that it had changed him, and he was no longer the same person.
After that, I went and saw this girl whom I've seen only a few times in the halls at my middle school. I was good friends with her, and we went into the pool area, where I saw this boy with short, blonde hair. I stood next to him, and I got the sense that we liked each other.
Then soon, I saw my boyfriend come over with his friends. I went over to him and asked him what was wrong. He told me to come over to a computer with him and he'd tell me. He showed me everything that happened to him on the computer, like someone had taped his life or something. I was shocked and horrified. His father had been brutally killed. When I tried to show him some affection, he moved away. But then we hugged for a long time. He told me that I was his best friend, but I told him I wasn't, and he made me prove it to him (which I easily did by listing all his best guy friends).
When I woke up, I was terrified. I couldn't stop thinking about my boyfriend's dad, and I was trembling. I knew something was going to go very, very wrong. Turns out, that year, he did go on "vacation" without me knowing. He actually moved away, and I was the last to find out. When I tried to stay close to my boyfriend, he pushed me away, and I couldn't understand why. Then I found out about his family. His family was completely MESSED up! But I will not go into detail about that (it's way too long). I cried a lot after finding out what happened to him and his family. And that girl in my dream became one of my best friends in real life. Prior to that, I didn't even know her name, and I had no idea we were ever going to be friends, because we're both so different. And there was a blonde haired guy whom I liked. He became someone very important in my life, and in a lot of emotional ways, he really saved me during those dark days after my boyfriend left. Later, when my boyfriend decided to let me back in his life, it was all over the internet, because he was half way across the USA from me. After that, we got really close, and we still are in that part of the dream, I guess. It's been 2 years now since he moved, and this dream I got two and a half years ago is still not yet finished, but now I know what will happen.
This dream definitely foretold the future, because before 9th grade, I would NEVER have guessed that my boyfriend was going to move. I thought he was going to stay with me in our high school all four years. I never knew of any blonde-haired guy (at least not the one in my dream), and I didn't know anything would go wrong with my boyfriend's family.