When I was ten years old, I kept having a strange recurring dream. It was of a view of the top of a building, and there was a man running on the rooftop. There were also three smoke stacks in the distance, an airplane going diagonally across the sky, and a silver Jeep was driving past in the street below. By the position of the sun, I could tell that it was around three in the afternoon.
Whenever I would wake up, I had a lingering feeling of confusion and familiarity, but could not remember my dream, nor did I have a feeling strong enough to think to tell my parents of it.
Toward the end of March and the beginning of April, we went on a week and a half long spring/Easter vacation in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The vacation itself was pretty awesome, the cabin we stayed in was fantastic, and I’ll never forget the experience. But the result of the vacation will haunt me for years to come.
When we all returned from vacation, my mother found herself feeling a bit ill. It began to get worse, harder for her to breathe, and she felt very weak. So she kept going to the hospital and various doctors. For a week, they neglected her, and she became so ill that she could hardly stand. Eventually someone took her seriously, and a medical helicopter took her to one of the University hospitals in our state.
She was in a coma for almost a month, fighting for her life. Now, like I said, I was ten years old, so nobody told my younger sister and I what was going on, but I was too smart to believe that my mother was alright. However, I held in my emotions until she woke up, and we were finally allowed to see her. She hugged me and I cried. And then I sat in the windowsill as we all caught up.
I turned to take in her hospital room view… And I felt like I was dreaming again. I get that vacant look on my face, and a fuzzy feeling in my head. There was the roof, the stacks, the plane, the Jeep, and the sun. There was no man, but that was the only difference. My mother noticed the look on my face, and I told her. She didn’t say anything until months later, when she was released from the hospital.
She then told me everything anyone in the family had been able to do. And that’s how I found out about my abilities.