Fornaseeing

The Dreams

Running running running. Over a bench. Through a gate. Running running. Around a corner. Up a hill. Feet hurting from running so much yet I did not hurt, it felt like I was in someone else's body. "This way" someone shouts running around an other corner. The voice is familiar but her face cannot be seen for the fog. Around the corner following the girl. In my head a voice kept saying "RUN! Don't let them catch you" but it was not my voice. I followed the order and ran. Running running running.

I woke up and sat up out of breath. Panting heavily. It had been exactly a week since the last one of these dreams. I had had 4 of these kind of dreams while I had been at uni, all exactly a week apart. I had been at uni 5 weeks, the first week had been normal, well as normal as uni can be, but then came the dreams. Wednesday night was just another night, me and Katie got ready for bed, said goodnight and went to sleep but then I had one of those dreams. The dreams are not scary as such they're more confusing, I am doing something, like running, but it's not me. I read somewhere that only some people have dreams where you wake up like you were actually in the dream, like sweating or out of breath, and usually people who get these dreams have had them almost there whole life. So why was I just starting to get them? And who was that in my dream, one week it's a boy the next it's a girl, both times I recognise the voice but can't see their face. Why? How? Was all I could think. Most people would say that it was just a dream, but this fell like more than just a dream, it felt real. This feeling confused me even more as I had definitely not be in any of the situations before, yet they felt so familiar. Could I see the future? No. That's not possible yet that was the only solution I had to these strange dreams that did not feel like dreams.

I had not told anyone about these dreams yet. Who could I tell? My mum?-no-she would only worry and tell me not to worry. Rachel? My best friend that I tell almost everything? I wanted to tell her but yet I felt like I shouldn't, like something was telling me not to. My sister, Sara was only 5 so I could not tell her and brother, Kane who was 13 would just laugh. My dad, well he lives in Japan with his work so he was probably too busy to even say hi to me, like he usually is. There was Katie, I could tell her, there was no force stopping me from telling her like there was with Rachel. I wanted to tell her but I had not for 2 reasons; 1- I did not want her thinking I was weird, strange or anything else like that, we were good friends so I did not want to ruin that and 2- I had known her 5 weeks and yet she was the only one I could tell. Why was this? I had known Rachel for at least 7 years, how could I not tell her but I could tell Katie. So for now I was just going to keep it to myself.