My first and last dream...

When I was younger, about 7 years old I think, I had my first dream. It wasn't like the kind of surrealistic dreams that normal kids in Kindergarten would have. The night I had my dream was as normal as any other. My mom had tucked me in, said goodnight, and turned on my Minnie Mouse nightlight before closing the bedroom door. In my dream I found myself in a dark room, broken shackles hung from my wrists and ankles. The would room toss and sway gently as if it were moving. I carefully feel around the walls of the room and find the outline of a door. I hesitate a bit, hearing voices from the other side. As they die down, my confidence to open the door grew until I finally did it. I was blinded by the sudden sunlight, I was on a boat and a fairly big one too. The boat was on a bright blue river and on either side was nothing but yellow sand. I panicked hearing a man's voice yell in my direction, I ran to the nearest side of the boat and jumped over the edge. It wasn't until I hit the freezing cold water I realized how hot the air was around me and how much I couldn't swim. The broken shackles didn't help either, they were so heavy. I tired myself out from flailing that I just couldn't keep my head above the water anyway and took a deep breath before giving up. I began to sink to the bottom of the river, growing colder the farther I sank. I gasped as I couldn't hold my breath anymore, breathing in water and started flailing again. My vision becomes blurred as no more oxygen filled my lungs, drowning under the ship I jumped from. When my vision finally goes black I wake up to my mom waking me up to catch the bus. That was the last time I had a dream and it would be 6 years later to make sense of that dream. 6 years to learn about Ancient Egypt, the Nile River, and Slaves.

Author's note:

Okay, so this 'story' is 100% true. I don't dream at night, I just see black. Like those relatable moments when you think 'I'll just close my eyes for a few minutes' and you've already slept for 2 hours. That's my sleep. No dreams just minor time travel. Anyways, I did have 1 dream when I was 7 that I drowned. What's weird to me is that a Kindergartner isn't going to know about Ancient Egypt or Slavery or even death for that matter, but I was able to dream myself on the Nile River and die by drowning. After a while I forgot about the dream until I started learning about the Egyptians in 6th grade. I made the connection and to this day I feel like I just 'saw' how I died in a past life or some other third eye stuff. I also wonder if that dream is the reason for being so dark...