The Way To the meadow

I was 16 when we moved to Indiana. It wasn’t the warmest there, but it wasn’t really cold either, that’s kind of expected. I mean it was fall. Sometimes at this house, I have this recurring dream, its not really a dream so to speak. It’s more of a nightmare.
It only started on the first day of school though. It is like this town has memories that the people here don’t forget. My new friend said she wishes she could forget, but its like this recurring dream. That’s where the dream comes in. The dream is a girl standing in a meadow, the wind is blowing and she looks happy, until this man in a white jacket comes around the corner. The woman starts scream “NO PLEASE JUST GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!” then I wake up after that. My friend says it’s just my ancestors trying to speak, but I don’t believe her. Chessie, one of my best friends at this school, says to not worry about it. How can I not worry?! He also says that only certain people get these dreams. He has one.