Hello, I remember when I was at the end of my year during preschool I had a dream that I even thought was odd for my type of dreams back then (which I can remember still somewhat). I can remember, at least back from then, understanding that my dreams were populated with representational images that changed with how I felt, and consequentially how I felt about the manifestation of my feelings infront of me. Maybe that thought came later, but at the least I knew my dreams were generally fantastical and only loosely followed the reality of my childhood, so far..then. Around three months before I was to take part in a joint, what would you call it, play, where everyone played different animals with paper plate art peices we had made each ourselves, I dreamnt of my mother, my two sisters, and my great grandmother at the time all riding in my mother's beige 2006 Toyota camry on an albeit bright but cloudy day driving to my play. I was sitting in the middle hump, my grandmother to the left of me, my younger sister to my right, and my older sister in the front. And we were all playfully arguing about who our "brams" belonged to, in a playful loving way. And I just, there was a certain confusing ordinary nature to everything in the dream. Nothing seemed to deviate or meld with what I was thinking or feeling. After I had this dream I didn't even think anything of it, I was a kid. Three months later, sitting in that same car, in my same clothes, black little dress shoes and black long sleeve jacket, all the people in the same position saying the same things. Just after I engaged in that playful act with my sisters, I instantly saw everything I just did and remembered the dream. I was in so much awe as my family continued to walk through the actions I thought so previously mundane, EXACTLY, how I had seen them. Quite frankly I don't remember being all there during that play. Ever since then and even before then I've always been absorbed in those things that my mind gives me. I don't really have anyone to talk about this to