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I'm becoming increasing concern with my dreams.

An irregular pattern of coincidental occurrences have been popping up recently over the past two and half months. Subliminal messages, unexpected events, inexcusable behaviors and my own personal unexplainable experiences with familiarity amongst individuals I meet, especially women. To explain in further detail, step by step. Something is trying to get my attention through ways of words, color, manifestations, and the acts of individuality amongst friends and family. Everyone alike mysteriously thinking or saying my name at random; records, advertisement flyers on televisions, even in books my name comes up. I've had an ongoing encounter with yellow butterflies since March of this year. I was thinking that on an illogical thought that maybe it was an entity of greater good or maybe a guardian angel so to speak. Or possibly a reminder that fate likes to dish out, to keep me on track to not wither from my deepest desires in life? Everyone is starting to alter their ways, everything from the way they act, decisions they make, and paths they choose. I know people change, it can't be stopped. Destinies are unique with each soul it guides. Experiences in life can be abundant with incalculable treasures but, with the few mishaps along the way. My life has been an interesting one so far. Every woman I've met, young or old, said that I resembled some one they once knew. But only with three of them, have I felt that I once knew them from some distance time or life. No names will be placed here, for they are my treasures.

I can't say that these events have any part in affecting my dreams. As usual my recent dream last night was a rush of emotions.

As it begins, I realize I'm piloting some type of water craft that's going at an incredible speed in a random direction out in the ocean. During this ride I could feel the rocking of the vessel and the wind rushing against my face. I look down at a colorful array of lights emitting from dozens of buttons within the cockpit, I start pushing some of them in a uniform order, and then as usual something goes horribly wrong. The craft goes even faster and I lose all forms control with it. Seconds later everything goes black, and just as quickly I come to. Through my blurred vision I can see silhouettes of figures in white coats; muffled voices from everywhere hit me like bullets from a firing squad. As my senses clear I realize I'm in a hospital. My personal experience with hospitals, "in real time," prevents that common fear that most get if they woke up in unfamiliar environments. Some of my family was there; I recognized my mother, twin sister, and younger sister, but no one else. I turn my attention to who seemed to be the doctor at the time, was trying to explain in a non-complex medical way that I have been in a coma for three years. After hearing that claim I start to feel bothered by this accusation. Then with that oh so common fast-forward sensation, I find myself sitting down at a picnic table outside of two-story house. I'm enjoying a wonderful meal with some more friendly faces within the family. From my point of view, it seemed like everyone had gotten a lot older. Could I have been asleep even longer than the doctor said? I was confused in some way, all the items I have on me now, like my cell phone and wallet, I had with me at that specific time in the dream. So I got the bright idea to pull out my phone and check out the numbers that were saved on it. I was shocked to see that I had all of the same numbers that I have now! Trying not to get anxious, I put the phone away and return to the warm loving company. Later at dusk, I checked it again and got the courage to call one of the numbers.
As expected no answer, I tried a few more and all I got was notifications that they where no longer in service. Now I was starting to get worried. Since I was familiar with the area, "aka Gainesville," I borrowed a car to go search for my friends. Amazingly I remember where most of them lived. Upon arriving at the first Jane Doe's house, I noticed parked cars in the drive way, but no lights on in the house. Bummed out, I checked my phone yet again to remember if anyone else lived in the same area. Found a hit within my memory and went to the next location. The next one ended to no avail, the house was empty. My sense of concern suddenly manifested into anguish. I was starting to lose it, that heavy breathing pure adrenaline pumping panic. The thoughts of missing out on so much in life due to my bizarre coma, and the fact that it was a possibility that everyone I once knew moved on with their lives. Even though I still had my family, I felt so alone. Even though this was just a dream, the emotions that were storming around in my mind and soul felt so real. I couldn't handle it; it was just too much for me. Then I wake up, sweating and gasping for air.