I am a rather confused thirteen year old. I am not much for introductions, as you can see, but I will try my best to make everything else in this text descriptive. When I was a little girl, to about the slightly older age of seven or eight, I never seemed to recall a dream of any kind, and I also had a really hard time sleeping. But after I turned nine, I started to be able to remember my dreams, but it was all at once, I could remember every single detail, even smells or words.
Everything was normal from then on, until about two or three months into my 9th year. I had dreamt of this really creepy and loud television commercial for wieners or hotdogs; it seemed like only something that a little kid could dream of. The next day, I only could remember that certain part of the dream, even though I know somehow it was longer. On the same day, I was sitting on our couch, with my cat on my lap, and watching television like ever child does, and the creepy commercial appears, as if I was imagining it or something. I wasn't really that spooked by it when I was that age, but then they started to get more frequent, more vivid, and more startling.
The following year, I moved to my current state from Illinois, and it was quite the tip. I was getting to a point when I couldn't remember some parts of my dreams, but when I would be standing in the middle of scenic nowhere, I would hear smell, or see something that sent an extreme sense of Deja Vu. By this point, these things were really starting to scare me.
When I was taking a math test in Fifth grade. It was an odd test, but then again my teacher makes her own, so its always different. I looked down at the test, my pencil was grasped loosely in my hand. Then it hit me. I had a dream the week before, it's vague but I remembered taking a test, EXACTLY like this one. I nearly dropped my pencil. It was freaky, I mean, why was this happening?
When I was in my AP Reading in 5th grade, and we had just gotten into the room, and were sitting around the wooden, round table. (we were a small group) I was talking, and quickly glanced up from the book, and my eyes stuck to something in front of me. It was a bulletin board, symbols like 'th, sh, and y' were on it, along with little drawings of lips sounding out the letters and a banana. (The room was also used for people who had a hard time in classes) I stopped talking abruptly (Thankfully the teacher had interrupted just in time), and now she was yakking away. The board was one I had only seen once before. Earlier that week I had had a dream, like the one above, it one was I didn't remember what had happened... But somehow I knew that this board was somehow significant. It dawned on me that this is the same board I had seen, vaguely, in my dream. I blinked and snapped out of my thoughts, turning them back on my teacher discussing The Phantom Tollbooth.
The fourth I found myself remembering myself in second grade, looking at a calendar with the month of 'decem___" was setting it up, a kid next to me, helping. Breaking out of my daydream, a comparison formed in my mind, I vaguely remember having a dream like this, but I also remember setting the calendar up, not in a dream.
I thought about these strange occurrences for a long time. I told various people about them, using these examples. They all thought I was joking and laughed. This changed when I told one friend (from my dance class, who is the same age) She said her class had been studying something in class about people who have control in parts of their brain that many others don't allowing them to, believe it or not, 'see into the future'. Something tells me that I should consider telling my parents about my wild dreaming, maybe I can have a brain scan, or something, that can tell if I do have this over activity or not. It disturbs me to think why I am still having these dreams, and why most of them I can't remember until I find the object or hear the thing I heard. I learned that as you grow older, you lose function in parts of your brain, which is why children and younger ages think more openly. I thought that by now I would have closed off any part of the brain that caused me to do so. All this confuses me greatly, and I am concerned for my health.
Thank you for taking the time to read over this, I know most of you have better thing to do, most likely.
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