Ever since I was a kid I was told I was gifted. 147 IQ, soared right past all the other kids in public education, which is why my IQ was tested in the 1st place.
My name's Connor. I'm 19 years old. I can remember things from when I was 2. Not everything, but some things. I remember climbing up onto the red, wooden bench to get my yellow sippy cup in my cabin in the woods of Michigan.
Since I was 5 I have had dreams. Dreams that I can control, dreams that I can't. I've gotten to the point where I can control all of them. Except some. Sometime I have dreams that I just "watch".
Since I was 5, I've had dreams that have come true in the future. 2 major examples, one that just happened before I wrote this, come to mind.
1. I knew who my fifth grade teacher was before I met her. The dream happened in 3rd grade. In third grade I lived in Florida. Get this: In 5th, I lived in Germany. I didn't even know I was moving until the summer before 5th grade. I get to the international school in Germany, walk in the main doors of the building, and point to my mom where my classroom is and that her name is "Ms.Taylor". She looked exactly like how I dreamt her.
2. I dreamt this next dream fall of junior year. It. Just. Happened. My mattress is on my floor, off my bunk, because I broke my foot wave running. My foot was propped up on a pillow. Computer on my left hip. Phone right in front of me. I knew the phone would go off. It was my friend, K. I met her at a party for my fraternity. We got to talking, made out a little, and then separated. She went off with her friends, saying they were taking her somewhere. I later find her, way too drunk, and her friends left her. I help her up and walk her back to my dorm. I stay with her, feed her until she starts feeling better. This whole time we were watching The Breakfast Club. When she's feeling better, I walk her back to her room. Besides the kiss, nothing else sexual happened. I recently just got a text from her, out of the blue. We hadn't talked since the party. She said she saw my message on my college's ride share Facebook group. She wanted to thank me for helping her that night and offered me a free ride back to school. I took her up on it.
And now the text happened, and it reminded me of the dream. No I know, not from the dream, that she's going to come over. And... Sleep with me.
I feel guided. I know I'm supposed to do this, I feel guided somehow. Like I know every action that I need to take when the choice occurs, what is good, what is bad to do. I'm freaking out. This one thing has never happened before. The weirdest thing I've ever done is lucid dream while I was awake. But this is not the same. This feels different.
When I was typing "Mattress" up in the previous paragraph, I knew right when It did it what the auto-correct would be.
Masters.
Whats happening to me? What should I do? I'm freaking out.
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