A Dream Journal

Foreshadowing

This may sound cliche, but my dreams tend to predict things in the strangest ways possible.

Though not the first chronologically, this dream seemed to be just a weird coincidence.  In seventh grade, I randomly had a dream that the school day was backwards, like all of the periods were in reverse order.  The next day at school, there was an announcement made that the next Thursday would have a reverse schedule due to "Parent Day" or something.  I was a little freaked out, but of course, I was freaked out by everything in 7th grade.

In 2005, I moved to a new town.  My mom became pregnant with my youngest brother, Joshua.  Joshua was very sick when he was born, so my mom had to stay in the hospital with him for a few months.  One day, while carrying her laundry out of the hospital, she tripped on a piece of metal on the sidewalk and broke her shoulder.  It was a hard time for my family.  My mom's arm was in a sling, and my brother was still in the hospital.  

I had a dream one night that I was in my cousin's basement being chased mercilessly by a man with scissors.  I was so scared, and I ran to another section of the basement, where I saw someone who was wearing a sling, just like my mom.  She was standing next to a table, and as I got closer, I realized it wasn't my mom. The woman's face was hard and ugly, not at all like my mom.  She pointed to the table next to her, and I saw four human hearts.  She gestured toward the smallest one, still beating on the table.  "That one was your brother's."  She said to me, and broke into heavy sobs.  Then the man with the scissors raced over and got into my face with his bloody scissors.  "That's right!"

I woke up extremely upset and scared for the entire next day.  I never really told anyone my dream except my friend while we were on the swings at recess.  

Roughly two years later, my youngest brother passed away suddenly and unexpectedly.  It was the most shocking and devastating thing I have ever gone through.  But I didn't realize until later that I had actually gone through the trauma of his death twice.  Living through such a tragedy has made me who I am today.  Maybe I'll go into detail in another story.  But maybe I will spare you the trouble of hearing my sob story.