About two weeks before school started, I had this really weird dream. In real life I had just gotten an old bunk bed while my sister got a brand new one. I was so mad, I went to sleep all angry and huffed up that my sister got something I didn't. So in my dream, I was sitting on my bunk bed staring up at the sky. The bunk bed was close to this huge cliff or ravine thing, but not close enough that it would fall off. Suddenly, I saw this huge plane fly over me then towards the distance. A building appeared out of nowhere and it crashed into it. I wasn't scared though, just kind of in awe. Then another plane came and crashed into another building. Just then all my friends from school appeared, some were crying. My best friend turned around and looked up at me on the bed and said "why?" like she was sad. Then I woke up.
Two weeks later, the 9/11 attacks happened. I didn't exactly know what was going on because I was only in 4th grade and all I knew was that it made my mom cry to talk about it. Finally my friends found out and they told me. At first, I didn't see how my dream connected to it, but then I figured it out. After that, I started to have these dreams that after having them seemed completely irrelevant, until they happened in real life.
I had another one where I was walking through my best friend's house and I saw her cat laying on the ground. I tried to pick it up but it didn't move or make any noise. Suddenly, I started screaming because I realized it was dead. I had that dream one night while I was sleeping over at my friend's house. I left early the next morning because I had to go visit some relatives.
I got back and my mom tells me that I have a message. I listened to it and it's my friend sounding totally upset and almost crying, telling me to call her back. I call her back and she starts sobbing over the phone when she tells me her cat, tembie, had just passed away.
Psychic or just very coincidental? I haven't exactly decided yet. I'm waiting for a really big dream to help make that decision.