When my daughter was born 20 years ago I kept having the same recurring dream which was me and my daughter was walking on a narrow path high up on a hill then my daughter would fall I would look down and could see her tiny little body broken. The dream felt so real i would wake up crying and running into my daughters room.

The last dream i had was different we had a aguement in the hall I push my daughter and she hit her head on the table falling to the floor with blood coming from her mouth again it felt real ran into my daughters bedroom and cried she was still awake but I could not tell her about the dream.

A few weeks after my daughter hung her self in the hall. So dreams do come true. I was all ways afraid of losing my daughter because she meant sooo much to me and we were very close.

I never had dreams about my son thank god why is that?