“It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream,” I whisper to myself, repeating the phrase several times, hoping to make the phrase a reality. I know all too well that my dreams have an uncanny ability to come true when I wake up. I sit down on the edge of the toilet seat and bury my head in my hands.
Since I was a young girl, I thought that my dreams were special. I would see aspects of my life one night, and when I woke up the next morning the day would unravel just as it had in the dream. I thought it was a coincidence for years, or just a trick that my mind was playing on me. Sometimes it worked to my advantage; I saw myself meeting George, moving into our house, and giving birth to my son. Other times, like when I saw the death of my father, my gift was more of a curse. And no matter how much I tried to prevent it, the dreams always came true.
Do you think this is too out there or unrealistic? If so, is there any way I could change it to make it more believable?