I have a lot of dreams, many very Vivid, and sometimes, act as if they're real. I can feel, hear, see, taste ... all except for smell (weird). Sometimes when I wake up, I can't tell the difference between reality and my subconscious thoughts.
Here's one from my senior year I remember.
I was back in my middle school. We were having some sort of memorial for this girl who was murdered at her house. Apparently, she was shorter than me, have cherry-brown hair, and loved to play soccer. I was watching a documentary about that day where she got killed. But as I kept watching it, somehow, I got to that very house she was killed at, in the very day she was killed. I saw the killer coming, so I ran outside and as discreetly as I could. I saw the girl show up, being dropped off. I yelled to her "Don't go in that house! You'll be murdered!"
Despite my warnings, she just looks at me, then proceeds to the house. I keep yelling "No! No!" But she wouldn't listen to me. So afraid of seeing what happens next, that somehow I willed myself to wake up ...
I think this reflects my fear of people not listening to me and I really mean to say what I say. Also, I think it reflects the guilt I would feel if I warned them, but something bad happened and I couldn't prevent it ...
Sadly, I'll never know what happened to that girl.

