Dreamer

Every night I close my eyes, to dream. My dreams aren't like anyone else's... that's been obvious to me for years. When I sleep, when I dream, I dream of the very next day as it will happen from beginning to end, I make choices, see the outcome, and wake up to live it. I can change my choices once I leave the dream and it usually benefits me. One day I wake up, I get ready, knowing already how the day will go... and someone knocks at the door. I open the door, terrified, and there is a girl there, around my age, asking to talk to me even though she clearly doesn't recognize me. I never dreamt of her, yet here she is, before I even changed one aspect of my day. It's like she avoids the dream, so maybe she doesn't exist or maybe, she's just another dreamer.