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One of the earliest dreams i can recall happened when i was only about 4 years old.  I was standing on a dock off the shore in the ocean sand all around. On the dock was a wooden crate and my parents were inside the crate bleeding and mangled together alive but crying for help. They reminded me of barbie and ken for some reason, like dolls since they were entangled in a very out of the ordinary way. My parents in my dream arent my parents in real life. They looked nothing alike. They were both blondes, my parents arent. I remember knowing i was in Africa, or thinking i was in Africa. I just keep remembering them calling me for help over and over again. I remember sharing this dream and others later in life with my cousins. We would have sleepovers and spend the morning telling each other our dreams. I never understood the above dream, until just this year. After finding out genetically i may have a connection to africa and the sea it almost seems like maybe just maybe it was my first precognitive dream. Finding out that its about 99 percent possible my very many generations back great grandfather was a pirate working for africa, kidnapping people from across europe and enslaving people in morocco…kinda makes that dream come together in a way that makes sense to me. I guess i just dont know too many 4 year olds that have that vivid and intricate of a dream remembered for years….without it possibly meaning anything. Perhaps its coincidence …perhaps it isnt…I dont live for dreams…..but sometimes my dreams become life.  I believe a  higher power …THE higher power has given me this gift. God.