Predictive Dreaming

First Dream at a New House

(Y/N)'s POV

"Did you get everything in the trunk?" Rachel, my mom, climbed down our old home's porch steps with the final box.

"Yep," I opened the door to the passenger and plopped in it. "I can put that box in the back seat if needed. The trunk is full."

"Nah, I got it!" They swung the backdoor open, put the box in, and slammed the door closed.

"Ugh! I'm so excited to go to our new house in a new town!" They took a deep breath and smiled as they stared at our former home as if they were seeing it off to college.

After a minute, they sped to their seat, and we started our 4-hour journey. The ride quickly lulled me into a deep slumber.

The setting was the grayish-blue town of Forks at what I assumed to be our new house. We just got all the boxes in, and my first act here was to make friends at my loving mom's request.

Our house resided in a small neighborhood with the homes far apart but visible all the same. I decided to go right to a place that was painted a soft purple. It certainly stuck out from the other houses.

I climbed the steps of their porch and knocked at the door. I could hear faint and muffled shouting about who gets the door until a pair of quick steps came to the door and swung it open.

A girl around my age looked back at me. Her long coily hair was tied low, and she wore a hoodie covered in flour.

"Hey! Do you need something?" She spoke first; behind her sounded like chaos was brewing in the next room.

"Oh, I didn't really need anything. I just wanted to greet my and my mom's new neighbors. Hey, I'm (Y/N)." I felt a little worried that I was interrupting something.

"You're the new neighbor! My brother and I were making a basket for you guys. I'm Laura!" She excitedly took my hand in a handshake and called for her brother shortly after. "Jack, stop trying to dye the dough orange!"

"What is the basket?" I couldn't help to wonder.

"It has a small cake, bread, and some cookies. Our parents have a local bakery. I wanted to make it fresh. I'm sorry if it ends up being colorful when you get it." She kept checking over her shoulder.

From the little I could see, it was a little boy standing on a stool.

"Up! Up!"  They shook me from my sleep as I opened my eyes to see our car sitting in a parking lot to a pit stop.

I rubbed my eyes and scooted back up in my seat. "What... What is it?" A yawn and stretch follow my words.

"Come out of the car with me! Let's stretch our legs and raid the vending machine. We've been in here for an hour." They pulled their safety belt off and flung it over her shoulder, and we left for snacks.

When we entered the car again, they turned to me with a growing smile. Their favorite question to ask after I woke up was practically spelled out on their lips, and was like a gut reaction for them to say.

"Soo... What were you dreaming about?" They popped their soda can open and took a sip.

"This girl named Laura. She's going to be our neighbor to our right, and she's going to make a basket of baked goods for us."

I had this 'gift' for as long as I can remember. I could predict future events in my dreams, bad or good. I could not figure out how to pick and choose what to predict.  I'm not sure if that even is something I can do.

As soon as we were back on the road, the tiredness from before caught up to me again. The car's loud engine and the heavy rain beating on the windshield were my lullaby.

My eyes remained glued to the ground for minutes watching the lines in the pavement as I passed them by.

I stopped at the massive dip that allowed cars and wheelchairs to have a smooth in and out of the sidewalk. To my right was my house, and to my left was a house with a boy in the front yard playing fetch with his dog.

I didn't have to introduce myself first this time. "Hey!" He shouted with a friendly wave.

His dog held the ball in their mouth as they happily sat at his side.

"Hey," I called back to him. He made quick motions to encourage me to come over.

When the coast was clear of any oncoming vehicles, I made my way over to him.

"My name's Rodney, and you are?" His hands drifted down to brush his fingers against the dog's head.

"I'm (Y/N); I'm new to this town. Nice to meet you."

The dream was cut short when I got started awake. It felt like I was almost launched forward out of my seat. My mom cursed the driver ahead of us and apologized to me.

My eyes drifted shut once more as my heartbeat relaxed back to normal.

I sat on a bed in a relatively small room. The sheets were a purple color, and a bag rested in front of me.

I pulled it to me; I felt a little curious about what was inside. I looked to see a pale, thin girl with long brown hair staring at me.

I had distant memory about a loud car horn, and the girl needed to go downstairs to check it out.

"Aren't you going to go check out what your dad wants?"

She snapped out of her daze temporarily and turned to leave the room. I returned to what I was doing.

A loud thud occurred from the bed's end when I picked something up from the bag.

The thud startled me slightly as I looked at the source. The brunette girl lay face-first on the ground with a crumpled box below her.
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