I think I have a gift... a special gift, dealing with a world of dreams, occasionally predicting the future. In 1998, I dreamt about a kid running through a school like building with a gun in his hand. In 1999, Columbine happened. Then somepoint later, I've had dreams about a plane hitting two buildings which happened repeatedly. In 2001, september 11 happened. On one occasion, I even dreamt about a math class and a day later the same lessons were being spoken out of the teacher's mouth and one of her students, Abby Williams was asking the same questions she was asking in a dream! It took every ounce of my self control not to scream from shock. instead i sat there in silence, stunned by what I've seen and heard.

Then 5 years ago, I had another dream. I dreamt that I was babysitting my cousins Ryan and Alex when they were still young boys while their parents were away. By the time they got home, they were silent and pissed off at each other. Moments later, a moving van came up to the house and Aunt Jane was packing up her things and taking boxes to the moving van. She was gone, leaving uncle Jeff and the kids behind. I felt sad for them and I was just standing there wondering why she left.

And guess what happens. 5 years later today, I found out that Aunt Jane and Uncle Jeff went through a divorce. I've been depressed about this because my family is starting to fall apart- they used to be close knit. I'm still in shock after hearing news from my dad and seeing a ringless hand on Uncle Jeff and Ryan, quiet and seems depressed. It's not like him! The only difference from dreams to reality is that the boys are much older now with alex in the 8th grade and Ryan a sophomore in high school. It's been said that Aunt Jane was just simply unhappy and wanted out. I shoved the dream away thinking something like that would never happen to them. Maybe to uncle dave and aunt gail which happened earlier, but never aunt jane and uncle jeff.

If all my dreams played a significance to reality, what is the significance of my "shadow husband" dreams? Nearly every dream I had on and off consisted of a six foot tall shadowy figure who happens to have a medium build. His shadow figure remains almost invisible to me, but he had two clearly visible kids with him. Both of them had brown hair/eyes i think and one was a boy and a girl. I remember myself calling the boy michael. The girl marie. The "husband" in the dream was always kind and compassionate, loving, loyal, and very supportive. He's held me through the good times and bad times. He protected me from storms. he was romantic and passionate. He got me through any situation with ease, no matter how bad things were. There were times where my mother was looking on at my happy family with deep regret. I was truly happy with him... truly happy. My world was whole, meaningful and complete.

Then there was the last shadow man dream I had a week ago or so. He wasn't the same shadow man but a different one, same height, bulkier figure. he stepped through the darkness and approached my bathtub, asking if i remembered him and accused me of killing him 3 years ago. then he reached over to strangle me as if he wanted to murder me.

Me and my friend torama was talking about this earlier and perhaps it's a warning that I should stop being so paranoid of men and know not all of them is bad yet I should still take caution and take things slow. Or that my next man is the father of my children but it may indicate problems later on leading to future flings until i land mr. right. I agree with the first aspect but not the second. There was no trouble with my relationship dreams- almost always smooth sailing. would he be the one?

The only 6 foot man with medium build i know is dewey, someone i knew and grew up with when my dad was still dating his ex girlfriend which happens to be his mother. Unfortunately they broke up and dewey has moved on with his life and is living in milwaukee now. He barely comes on the internet anymore but he did add me on facebook and is still single. When he saw me at his mother's wedding he was so happy to see me. i can tell there was much we wanted to talk about but it never seemed like the right time. and we live so far away.

I notice that my dreams typically come true 1-6 years later on average. Is it possible that something may happen between the next 1-6 years? My friend Charlotte told me a long time ago that she had a feeling about this but wouldn't tell me what...

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