I've had dream premonitions, and strange feelings right before bad things have happened (E.G, knowing before someone would fall and break their arm) since I was 13.I'll be 18 in May, as of now.
But recently, something that has seriously stuck out was my dreams. The first strange one was a few months back, I was playing with what I presumed was my sister in front of an older victorian house. We ran inside and the dream ended.
Several days later, I had a dream inside of the house hiding in a hide-a-way hole near the attic of the house. I started to hear shouting in German, but I don't speak German, so I couldn't understand it. After I heard the shouting I started to run down the main hall, and the dream ended just as I entered the dining room. This was the last of that dream so far.
Just a week or so ago, I had a dream that was like memories flashing into my mind about meeting a 15-16 year old girl behind an older brick building. At the time of seeing her, I felt that I was deeply in love with her, as the only way to explain the feelings I had. Next it flashed to an area with some of my friends in a muddy area, but the strange think was I was calling them names I didn't recognize.
There was someone shouting orders while we tied and un-tied our boots over and over again. The only thing I could call this was military training.
Next it flashed me holding out my hand to the girl, and she disappeared.
I woke up half crying and horribly sad wondering where she was. Two days later, I had a dream repeating the same dream, only at the end of the dream this kind, an elderly German couple were consoling me. Once again, I woke up nearly crying.
Just a few days ago, though, I had a third dream regarding that. It was a poor area of brick buildings in a large city. New York was what came to mind. The newspaper I'd looked at said it was February 17TH, 1970.
I felt like I was floating through a living room, where the same elderly German couple sat in a large leather chair staring at a lit fire place.
In the next room over, I saw the girl submerged in an older steel-toed bath tub in an extremely small bathroom area. I could tell that she drowned, and realized that was where she went.
I woke up in full tears, convinced it was a true memory. I was depressed for days afterwards, so much as people seemed seriously concerned when they asked what was wrong. I didn't really have an answer.
So, is it past life memories? A spirit trying to share with me? Or am I just crazy and thinking too much into it? I've just never had a dream that felt so real before.
If it helps to know, my family has a history of premonition ability.