There were always so many dreams that would repeat themselves.  Even years later she’d have a same dream, all detail and actions played out the same ways. The people looked and said all the same things, the beginning, middle and end all the same.  Until that one dream, when in the middle she decided to change it. She was still asleep but had realized she dreamt all this before.  Finally shouting and stomping her foot she yelled “hey this is my dream and I don’t want it to end like that..”.  So she changed it, the scene switched, she got into the car and drove away instead of being taken away, by who, she didn’t know.  She just knew this person, this dark figure would show up from time to time and take her away.  She had dreams where he was chasing her and she’d try to run but it was too hard. Her body would move so slow as her heart would race.  Finally in one of these really bad dreams she woke herself up.  For once she could tell her sleeping self “it’s just a dream wake up!”  And within seconds she’d wake up. Frozen at first only being able to open her eyes than finally able to move her body. But how, other people she’d tell this to wouldn’t believe it because  they couldn’t do these things or even remember their dreams.  How could it be she could at times control hers and why the same dreams.  There were times she felt a dream was so real that maybe she was somewhere else when she’d be asleep. She’d sometimes feel she had traveled somewhere, talked to people she’d never knew before but than the conversations would be cut short because she’d wake up but could almost always remember it all. 

Where had this power come from?  What was it for, but to help her in that other realm.