That I have dreams that come true. It started when I was about 8 and dreamed of living in this house near the woods. We were having a nice little get together that day and it was on the deck. I could recognize almost everyone there. Except for this little girl who had run over to me and hugged me around my middle. I could not place her face, but she knew me and smiled. I remember asking who she was, and she had said, "I'm you're sister silly" and ran off again. I woke with a start. I had only one little sister, and my parents were not expecting any more any time soon. I told my mother but she just laughed it off. For years it stuck with me until around 10 when my parents told us Mom was expecting and it would be a little girl. Instantly I got chills, but it wasn't the whole dream though. Right? Flash forward 2 more years. Here my parents decided it was time to move out of our home and to somewhere new. For about 2 months or so they looked until they found the perfect house. That night I dreamt I was in a bedroom. There was a lamp with 5 shades and 3 dark brown dressers. I was leaning over to get something while my older sister was yelling at me. I looked up into the window and saw an older version of my face. Again, I woke with a start. And again I told my Mom only to have her say not to worry about it. I shook it off and tried to go on with my life. I pushed my dreams behind me and focused on moving. To a house... By the woods...With a large deck... I couldn't believe it. I tried to remind my mom of what I told her years before, but of course she didn't remember. A month before labor day, my dad announced we would be having a barbecue. On that day, everyone was outside on the deck having a good time. I was standing off to the side of the deck and watching. It was like a movie. Everything I had dreamt was happening right before my eyes. My uncle laughing at that joke, knowing what my dad was going to say before he said it. And of course Shannon. Just like the replay of years before, she had come up after chasing my other sister in tag and hugged me around my waist. "Who are you" was out of my mouth before I could stop it. And her response? "You're sister silly" and off she went again. It was like an overload of craziness and I could do nothing but sit with my head in my hands. After that, I hadn't had many dreams of ,well, anything. Every night I suppose I dreamt but I never remembered any of them. 3 years later, I finally dreamed. But it was the scariest of them all. Because in that dream, I died. I was sitting in the passenger side seat of an SUV. It had dark, grey, leather interior. I was looking out the window and contemplating whether or not it would rain. The sky was greyish white, so it was overcast. We were in an intersection crossing right where we were supposed to. My pondering was cut short as a dark silver car sped right towards my window. It made impact and I slammed my head off the seat beside me. Then everything went white. And up with a start I was. I try to shake it off but it scares me deeply. Flash forward a couple months. My sister and I are in a heated debate over who cleans the room and why it is always a wreck. I lean down in front of my lamp to grab something and bend back up to meet my reflection in the window. Automatically I'm hit with deja vu and the dream comes back full force, as if I had just woken up from it. I had to sit down, it was so strong. I really am wondering what is wrong with me. It's been happening even more recently. Deja vu moments lasting almost as long as 5 minutes. Whole conversations where I know who will be saying what and the exact words they are going to say. Meeting the person I dreamt about 3 months before. I am so conflicted and so scared. So whoever is reading this, I confessed today. I am 16 and I think I am too young to die. But every dream I have comes true. What do you think?