My Prophetic Dream

the Reaction

    The next morning, I was surprised I remembered my dream, because I often forgot and only remembered of inky blackness before my eyes. I went to my parents after breakfast because I thought they would like my dream... they thought it was a figment on my imagination that I said was a dream to impress them. I was disappointed they didn't believe me, so I recorded it in a journal, but sadly that journal is lost and most of my memories are blurry. the most clear one is of a blue-and-yellow submarine next to a purple-and-red one.
    the next day, I was to go to my grandparent's house in canton. They still live there, and every time I go I bring up my dream. the first time it was just to my grandpa Bill, the more trusted of the two. as I talked, he sketched it for me (he is an artist whose strongpoint is painting, but he is good at drawing off of description). it looked almost exactly like my dream! I quickly colored it an showed it to the rest of my family and described my dream. My brother, being the electronic-obsessed ignorant/indifferent twerp that he is, didn't even bat an eye at anything I said, even with his being an extreme realist. I was crestfallen again.
    on Monday, I told my dream to molly, one of my greatest friends to this day (seeing this was when I was five and today when I'm writing this is June 1st, 2016, and I am now 11, and I turned that age on May, 28. Happy late birthday to me!), and she was the first person to believe it was actually a dream!!!