Deja Vu, My Dreams Are Coming True

I shot up, looking around seeing my small bedroom; I had that dream again. The one I've been having as long as I can remember. Shaking my head I lie back down, is this normal? Do other people have dreams like this? Does it mean something? Should I talk to my parents about this? All these questions ran through my head as I started thinking about the dream that I've had many times; the dream where I'm suppose to marry a complete stranger.

His name is still unknown to me, even though I've had this dream and dreams similar with him in it. Just closing my eyes I can see his tall, broad figure standing next to me; his dark brown curly hair and dark brown captivating eyes looking into my soul. In my dreams I feel so vulnerable, but safe when I'm with him. I can even hear his deep voice with an English/Welsh sounding accent; just thinking about it brings me comfort. 

More questions entered my thoughts. What if this was all to become true? Would my parents really put me in an arrange marriage with a guy who is about two and half years older than me? Who is he? Would a marriage like that really work? If this did come true, would I really love him? Would he really love me? 

I looked at the clock on my bedside table, it read 8:53a.m., I decided to get up and try to forget about it. I go to my closet and pull out black workout shorts, a light purple sports bra, and a light blue tank-top. I got dressed and went to the kitchen where my mum was putting the last plate of eggs, strawberries, and toast on the table. Just as I sat down, I heard my dad's booming voice "Good morning, ladies!" I scrunched my eyebrows together, he must of had a good night sleep last night, "Morning dad," my mums soft voice with her very slight German accent ran through my ears, "Good morning, Hun!" Now I'm very confused, my parents are never like this in the morning. My parents joined me at the table and we all started eating. "How did you sleep, sweetie?" My mum asked looking at me, "I slept just fine. How about you two?" They glanced at each other and said "Pretty good," in unison. I moved my light brown eyes between them both and asked "Why are you two in such a good mood? Or do I not want to know?" Now frighten they might give out too much information about last night, I said a little prayer that it wouldn't be something to make me cringe. "We're just excited that's all," my dad said smiling at me, "Okay... Um, why?" I questioned, my parents looked at each other again and nodded, "We have some friends coming over in about..." my mum looks at the clock on the wall that now read, 9:42a.m., "Two hours and fifteen minutes," she smiled at me the went back to eating her toast. "Who?" I asked, wondering if it was anyone I knew, "Jim, Alexandra and their son James; we haven't seen them since you were six months old. They live on the other side of the mitten," my dad said while finishing his food.

I finished my breakfast and started walking to the side door where I found my black and blue running shoes, "I'm going out for a run!" I yelled through out the small space, "Alright be back in about a half hour! You have to look presentable by noon!" My mum yelled back, I quickly peeked at my Ipod and saw that it was five after ten. I finished putting on my running shoes, put my ear-buds in and went out the door to the outside world.