I am a dreamer and my dreams have always been my wishes the small and cute ones. Like every child my first dream was to be a teacher and later I wanted to be a writer. I started writing at the age of 10 and my poem got published in the ‘Sentinal’ at the age of 12.
That’s how my dream journey begins I started carving my dreams on paper in words.
Gradually time changed I changed and Life changed what didn’t change were dreams. Change was constant and so were dreams but with a slight change my dreams now became intuitive what I see is now a hint to the reality. There were many such incidents where I have told people prehand and similar things happens and to this my family and many of my friends will agree.
Earlier these dreams were related only to me gradually I started seeing family and friends and now even the strangers I see. Such dreams are generally an alarm, touch wood never a nightmare.
I am tired of such dreams, when I see I try to reach them . I don’t want such dreams any more ..