I'm not sure if my story is even worth reading but it has had a great impact on my way of thinking during my childhood and it has given me many regrets now.
When I was little I used to dream a lot like any other child but sometimes I had very weird dreams, and I've always been afraid of sharing them because of what people might think of me. I was also afraid that they would not understand them the way I did back then and consider them dreams like any other. Dreams about war, disasters, apocalypse (not sure how I should call them, not sure in which category they fit in), but they always involved the sky. Stars falling in certain patterns one after another; asteroids falling on Earth; people with no faces hunting us down. They were very intense I could feel them as if they were really happening.
I remember back then I couldn't wait to see what I would dream next because they were very exciting for an 8 year old girl because I saw them as mere dreams back then and it led me to this hunger to know more about the sky. Unfortunately I wasn't wise enough to keep a diary of them so I can't remember all of them only the most important one and from them only little bits. This is my first regret.
My second regret would be that because having been raised by a poor family and consequently having a lot of problems to deal with in real life, I have lost those dreams. I don't dream anymore. I don't remember when it all stopped but I regret not pushing myself towards these area of dreams a little more.
The last dream I had about disasters was about two years ago (after a time gap of about 15 years of not having any such dreams) and thinking more about it now. It was sort of a conclusion dream. I used to dreams about disasters how they started and how it felt during the disasters but I never saw people dying except for this last dream. It was all so tense and we were all running for our lives of what was behind us (unfortunately I couldn't turn my head to see what it was but it sounded like war to me) and it took us a split moment to realize that we were running towards our death because we entered a force or energy field and at that moment it all exploded the whole earth. The odd thing is that it didn't hurt. It was actually a pleasant feeling of warmth as if this is what we have all been waiting, our heaven.
That was my last dream ever. The reason I'm writing this today is because I feel like I have to tell it to someone and hopefully I won't be ridiculed.
The only thing I wish for right now is to remember those dreams I had back then and to start dreaming again. If anyone knows how I would appreciate it.