Watching Nightmares Unfold Into Reality.
People have different beliefs about dreams, but for me, I believe it's a gift because not everyone has the ability to see these things. I see dreams as a revelation of things to come, like a prophecy, and sometimes, it can mean nothing.
I was born into the family of dreamers, and sometimes I wonder how it all started for my parents. My mom's dreams come to pass really fast, and this reminds me of a time when she dreamt that some armed robbers stormed our house around 2am. The dream came to pass that same day at the exact time she saw.
My dad, on the other hand, dreams a lot too, but his dreams don't manifest immediately, and for me, my dreams possess the qualities from both Dad and Mom, so I don't overlook even the smallest of dreams since I don't know how soon they will happen, and some never even come to reality.
I refer to dreams as blessings, and some times, it's the opposite when you can't do anything about what you dreamt about watching the terrible drama unfold right in front of you. It's more disheartening when you do everything possible to avert the dream and it still ends up a reality.
It breaks my heart to this day whenever I remember a dream I had about a decade ago. It happened that I saw my landlord's daughter passed away, and I wept from my dream to reality. Upon waking up, I was shivering and couldn't talk as the whole dream played back repeatedly in my head.
My brother and girlfriend were around, they were really scared too because it's unusual for me to behave that way. I finally felt relieved and narrated the dream to them, but the tears won't stop flowing, I just can't stop myself from crying.
We got to the point of whether to narrate the dream to my landlord or not, and I had to inform my mom because I was confused. Firstly, my mom prayed about the dream over the phone and asked a few questions about my relationship with the family.
We were quite close, and she gave me the go-ahead to narrate the dream, which I did, even though it was really difficult. The family did appreciate me telling them the dream, and for a few days, I didn't see the girl I dreamt about within the house.
At that point, I had to mind my business and just prayed that nothing happened to her. She was just 10, and we were very close because she's smart and intelligent. Days passed, and I started seeing her around again, looking healthy. Honestly, I felt relieved, hoping the dream was just one of those silly ones, but I was wrong.
About three weeks later, my landlord got a message from the school that their daughter was unconscious. I felt cold running through my veins when I heard the news and my mind went straight to the dream.
From the story, it happened during the break time. The girl bragged about being older than even the oldest teacher in the school, and her mom confirmed that she said she was older than her mom a day before the incident.
Unlike other students, she didn't leave the class for the break session. She just placed her head on the desk, and everyone thought it was just a nap until the break was over. They tried waking her, but all effort was futile so they rush her to the hospital believing she was just unconscious. The hospital broke the shocking news, and I still can't wrap my head around the whole thing.
This girl was hale and hearty, no sickness whatsoever and she just went like that. I had to inform my mom immediately, and she was sad about it. I kept emphasizing on the fact that we prayed. I even fasted, and I believe that the girl's family prayed as well, but it didn't change the dream. I couldn't cope with seeing the family in pain and had to step away from the house for a while.
Since then, I became really scared of my dreams, especially when they have to do with something tragic. The most annoying part of all is that bad dreams come to reality faster, while the good ones sometimes take ages to manifest.
There was another similar occurrence but this time, I saw one of my church elders and didn't hesitate to tell since he is a very spiritual man. While narrating dream, a boy of 13years old came to narrate the dream and I immediately knew it was no joke.
Thankfully the man is still alive even till today but the young girl's death still makes me shiver because she had a very promising future. I believe it all boils down to the fact that there are so many things in the world beyond human understanding, and we just have to live with it.
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Sometimes I wish we had powers to control our dreams, it is very sad and heart broken to talk about a dream you saw about someone and it became a reality.
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I really wish we were in control but sometimes things are just beyond us. We can't control or even understand some.
People don't take dreams seriously most times but just like you said most dreams are usually revelations. Even when I dream and don't really understand the meaning I still pray about them, you never can tell what God is actually trying to show you
I know a man who has been writing down his dream for over 40 years, he has seen it all and praying about his dream for interpretation has helped him develop the gift.
He will interpret any dream and when I met him, the things I thought had no meaning were actually meaningful. I don't joke with dreams and even when I don't even remember what I saw, I still pray.
It's sad to know that you did your part even after the dream but yet the young gal died. It must have been so devastating to you and the parents too, having prayed about it, but then, there are some things we can't just have control over.
I really wish that ur bad dreams are averted after praying about it
There are days I dream and it would just ruin my day even before it started. I was a kid when I dream about Nigeria in chaos, bloodshed here and there, the dream played back to me on the night of end sars and I just couldn't stop thinking about it.
Dreams are powerful and not to be taken lightly whether we understand the message or not.
Getting the dream about the girl, could not have been easy to tell and equally as difficult for the family to hear. It might have seemed crazy or even presumptious. It is truly sad that the child passed away - it seems unfathomable.
It is good that the same fate did not come to the church elder. I hope you also get some pleasant dreams.
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