Last year, while my sister was still pregnant, three months before she was due; I had a vivid dream of her. She was small and young, yet, retaining a type of maturity, and she was sobbing and telling me through frantic tears: “Junior! Junior! I have diabetes! Oh, no! The baby, the baby!” After that dream, about two weeks later, I awoke to my mom talking on the phone to a cousin, she was explaining how my sister, Jeanine, had gestational diabetes.
During that same month, as the previous dream involving my sister, I had an intense dream, in which I awoke thinking I was awake in reality. I brushed my hand on my nose, seeing blood smeared on the back of my hand. I instantly got up, fearing blood would get on my sheets and pillow. I walked to the restroom, tiredly, and before I got to the door, there was a haze of white, then, I was in the restroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My mouth was full of fresh blood, a drip of blood was coming out of my left nostril, and, my left eye had a tear of blood rolling down my cheek, my head was pounding inside; and I was afraid my head was going to explode. One week after that dream, I awoke, at about nine in the evening, from a long nap, and proceeded to the restroom; before I reached the doorway, there was a short blur of whiteness. I soon awoke on the floor, with my head hurting, and paramedics above me asking for me to recite my full name and birthday. From what I was told by my mother, I had a severe seizure, falling straight to the hard floor, onto the left side of my head. I went to the hospital, and had another seizure.
These two examples, are only a portion of the true extent, in which my dreams have manifested into this physical reality. If I were to write every occasion describing how my dreams have came true, I would most likely already have enough material only equivalent to a novel.