The Shadows

I wake in my bed safe and sound, the dream still fresh in my mind. I've been having the dream for 7 years and each time I am left with the feeling that it's not a dream. It's a feeling I can't shake no matter hard the reasonable part of my mind tried to remind me that it's impossible. My parents died in a fire when I was 2 and Uncle Trevor found us and was kind enough to take us in and raise us as his own. That's the story I've been told for as long as I can remember. It's all I know. So why do I get this sick feeling whenever I hear it; the feeling that it's all a lie?