Dreams

We all dream. Some people have strange dreams, some scary, some funny, and some joyous.But mine are not your average dreams. Sometimes my dreams come true. Eerily true. Only the bad ones come true. I dreamed my grandmother died. In my dream she was in this hospital-like setting and she was making funny sounds. She was slumped over and my eyes focused on her heart monitor. The waves were getting smaller and smaller. Then the line went flat. Beeeeeep. it was then I knew she was gone. I felt an immense wave of sadness wash over me. I woke up abruptly, breathing hard. I thought it was an awful dream. Deep down I couldn't shake the feeling that my grandmother's time was short. I spent the next five days telling myself it was just a bad dream. I knew it wasn't. So I got a bus ticket and went out to see her. She was completely unresponsive and it broke my heart to see her like that. As I walked out I said I love you grandma. See yah. Even though I knew better. Three weeks later I got the e-mail. She died in a hospital. Her heart failed. It happened as I dreamt. Then I had a dream that I would get screamed at by certain NAFY staff member and kicked out of NAFY. They did so a week later. Why must my bad dreams come true? Why do I sometimes communicate using telepathy? What's wrong with me? I'm now scared to dream.